Daraphile High
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"You'll never know what's in it. Until you break through there"
Skyla Leondale a.k.a Black. Drop-dead gorgeous, bad-ass, and a popular gangster all over the world.
You're a bad-ass, popular and a bad gangster, ey? Well games over my little dear. Because when you stepped in to Daraphile High? Your gangster self is no longer visible. You'll be only recognize as a bad-ass girl in there and no one ever knows that you're a gangster.
She didn't expect that her life in Daraphile High was not easy. And she was also not expecting that things will be shaken up by irresistibly hot and bad-ass gangsters and fuck, more higher than gangsters!
Will she be able to bring some happy memories with her when she leave?
But, i don't think the word 'leave' is in their dictionary.
She walks in... will she be able to walk out?
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