Floral
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Last published Tue, Aug 12, 2014
One girl.
One secret.
One grave.
5 months left.
When Bailey Aaron's life took an unexpected twist in the form of a hard-to-breathe, light-headed affliction, she was more than a little baffled. She was a dancer. Dancers were meant to be healthy. Dancers weren't meant to have heart and lung problems.
But then again, most dancers didn't lose their mums to an unidentified illness.
15 years old, with two boys practically sending her bouquets of roses every day, a fit body and an undying passion for dance, you'd think Bailey had it all. But something was wrong, and if she didn't want to end up like her mother, she'd have to solve this mystery fast.
After all, you can't dance in the afterlife.
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