Harley swung her feet on to the couch, letting out a quiet snicker as her boot left a footprint on the armrest. Wasn't her problem. Letting her head fall back against the still clean armrest, she gazed out the window, unable to accept the fact she'd been sent to some boarding school. Though most people would probably be upset, she was thankful for it. Anyplace, this place especially beat the foster homes any day. She watched as a snobby group of cliche rich girls strutted by, giggling and whispering among themselves. That would be the only downside of attending this place really. Realizing how quiet it actually was, Harley was a bit surprised at how empty the lounge was. It seemed like it would be a pretty well populated area, then again it was the beginning of the year.
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