The misapplied mix-up

The misapplied mix-up

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Eden, often overlooked and neglected by her family, is the glass child, kind of like Matilda but without the powers. At the beginning of the summer, an incident with her sister's boyfriend left her even more isolated, with her family directing their anger solely at her. Desperate for attention and a change, she applied to Rose Wood Academy, one of the most prestigious boarding schools in the world. However, she mistakenly applied to the wrong Rose Wood Academy and ends up at a school for troubled kids. Amidst all the challenges, she unexpectedly finds herself drawn to someone at the boarding school, sparking a connection that she never saw coming.
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