East Bridge High

East Bridge High

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❝𝐢 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝. ❞ ━━━━ East Bridge High-a place of artificial, forlorn personalities that were adorned with the most expensive items in order to prove their worth. It was home to the elites, a school formed generations back with the ideals and morals of superiority and richness. A common theme of family history ran throughout this school, if you're grandparents went there, then you were bound to attend too. Although the students inside are generously decorated and coated in the graces of wealth and power, the common saying 'with power comes corruption' rang true throughout the hallways filled with kids born to millionaire families and celebrities. A school lying in the basis of wealth, power, and glory, is suspected to be a breeding ground for lies and twisted secrets. Who will make it out alive once the veil becomes unraveled and the lies fall from its graces?
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