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Aiva was doing some more exploring of the school. She was pretty bored. It was around 7:00 in the evening and most people had plans considering it was a Friday night. Aiva, however didn't know many people, and had not committed herself to anything this evening.
She walked along the hallway and noticed the large, wooden french doors. There was a brass plate above that read 'Ballroom'. She turned the handle to the room and stepped inside.
She had never seen anything like it in her whole life. The room was absolutely breath taking. She walked into the center of the room. She looked up to the ceiling. Above her hung the most beautiful chandelier she'd ever seen. She wasn't use to such exquisite furnishings, for she grew up in an small town, small house, nothing compared to this. She noticed a door on the left side of the room. She made her way towards it, hearing only the clicking of her heels on the marble floor. Inside the ajoining room was the grand staircase. She was surprised that there was no one around. She thought perhaps the ballroom would be packed on a friday night, even though there were no organized parties taking place. However, the place was completely empty. She thought she could scream at the top of her lungs, and no one would hear.
She walked along the hallway and noticed the large, wooden french doors. There was a brass plate above that read 'Ballroom'. She turned the handle to the room and stepped inside.
She had never seen anything like it in her whole life. The room was absolutely breath taking. She walked into the center of the room. She looked up to the ceiling. Above her hung the most beautiful chandelier she'd ever seen. She wasn't use to such exquisite furnishings, for she grew up in an small town, small house, nothing compared to this. She noticed a door on the left side of the room. She made her way towards it, hearing only the clicking of her heels on the marble floor. Inside the ajoining room was the grand staircase. She was surprised that there was no one around. She thought perhaps the ballroom would be packed on a friday night, even though there were no organized parties taking place. However, the place was completely empty. She thought she could scream at the top of her lungs, and no one would hear.