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Natalia stood up from the table, putting her dishes in the sink. She tugged her feet up the wooden stairs, and back into her bedroom.
She took her iPhone off the charger and scrolled through Instagram, liking a post that Kristen Chenoweth had posted around 15 hours ago,(A/N: I can't tell the time. I failed maths this year, so don't expect great things from me.) captioned "Throwback to Wicked (I was Glinda!!) where I took this from backstage :)" The photo was of a pink crossbody bag. Natalia didn't remember seeing it in the play, so maybe she got it custom made from the Stage Manager, or something like that. Setting her phone down, she walked over to her closet and picked out a pair of jeans, a long-sleeved school shirt (polo shirt, but not the weird cotton material that most Primary students wear) and a Nike grey sweatshirt, along with white chunky sneakers. In Natalia's mind, she thought she looked decent. Kind of. She tugged at her backpack, slinging over her shoulder and rolled her shoulders backwards, scooping up her phone and rushing downstairs. "Bye, mamma!" She called out. She pocketed the money on the table that stood in the hallway, pushing it into her wallet. She stepped out of the front door and locked it using her bronze key. She sniffed the cold morning air and ran down the steps of her house (she lives in a house-flat, I don't know how to explain it, but the house goes underground by a level or two, with steps connected to the upper part. We have a ton of them in London!)
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Teen FictionNatalia Järenfelt, the smart girl on the way to becoming Sweden's top doctor. Here comes the day where NYC High is having auditions...the day that would change it all. (W.I.P)
