Esme the Quiet One

Esme the Quiet One

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A typical high school setting: Everyone belongs to a group; the popular, the athletes, the brains, and the loners. This group existed for everyone to survive the high school battlefield. The order of one quiet Esme has already been laid out: Focus. Study. Achieve. Indeed the typical brain Esme was. However, she did not take into consideration the uncontrolled variable: Friendship, betrayal, love, and a teacher with purple hair? Unbeknownst to the class of Level Two of Toshiko High, they are in for a ride. What's this? The Elites? Since when do high schools have an elite group?
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