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Post by JCTS admin molly on Jan 20, 2008 23:48:00 GMT -5
Seattle, Washington [/font][/center] the rainy afternoon of september the twenty-sixth marks the beginning to another year at Ellison's School for the Performing Arts. birds chirp sullenly in the eaves, and their soft calls drown in the steady padding of feet against wet pavement as the students make their way to the school. the intercom crackles into service and the director of arts welcomes everyone back for a new year.
i follow you you follow me. i don't know why you lie so clean.
ellison's lack of prestige makes it's reputation that much more renown. teens from all over the country flock to be a part of a higher artistic education. but highschool atmosphere cannot be forgone in an instition that houses youth, and drama clings to the fibers of every musician and dancer - not just the aspiring thespians.
i'll break right through the irony enlighten me reveal my fate
those dying to escape the mundane school atmosphere find themselves thrown into the middle of it; competition presses down on everyone like a lead hand; but despite the pressure and stress students strive to be the best of the best - ellison's is a chance to get noticed. to get out there and make something of yourself.JUST CUT THESE STRINGS [/font][/center] [/center][/blockquote]
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