Somewhere in the suburbs of Chicago, Thursday Afternoon
Abigail flipped through the brochure in her hands, filled with gorgeous, smiling people all talking about why they love going to Fandom High.
Somehow, the range of pretty faces didn't knock the look of annoyance off of her face as she glared at her father. "You're kidding me, right?"
( You want me to go where? )
Somehow, the range of pretty faces didn't knock the look of annoyance off of her face as she glared at her father. "You're kidding me, right?"
( You want me to go where? )
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