Crush it

Crush it

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Misty is a 17 year old that has a passion for hip-hop dancing, she continuously gets expelled from schools for being careless and destructive. Her flash mob dance crew 'soul steppers' is a famous yet secret dance crew that does flash mobs around the city and they always leave a mark. Her mum decides she's had enough and sends her to a boarding school about half an hour away to straiten her out, but how will Misty do in a boarding school full of snobby rich kids that probably have never even heard of hip-hop? But will she be alone after all there is a cute badass called Blayne in the school, that would rather go frolicking in fairyland than be there. Read and see how Misty goes!
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