3″Ava held her satchel against her waist, looking at the paper in her hand as she looked around. She was nervous, being new to the school. where is it… where is it… she muttered to herself, trying to find the right classroom. Her floor length skirt dusted the floor as she walked, her blouse tucked in. Her white hair was flowing behind her as she scanned around, trying to find her way.
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