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If you think a school for girls is simply a place to wear ribbons in your hair and expose your dimpled knees, you've never been to Our Lady of Sorrows. When I first entered this exclusive private school on scholarship, I was all set to tie my hair in a ponytail, get a fake tan, and write my homework assignments in pink gel ink. I was prepared to hear girls bragging nonchalantly about the BMW's and diamond earrings they received for their birthdays. What I didn't expect was the ominous warning: "Keep your voice down around the dead." I didn't expect the ghost of a drowned girl to wander the hallways. I certainly didn't expect to make the most chilling discovery of all: the secret of the Ladies of the Lake. |
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