Ties - INTERACTIVE
Adolescence is a roller coaster: the best and worst moments of someone's life happen at this stage, and in the end everyone enjoys the ride. For a group of young students from the St. Clair in Montreal is no different. Stuck in their senior year of high school, in limbo between adolescence and adulthood, they are experiencing the height of their lives, entitled to everything they can think of. It's a new school year at St. Clair, with new faces, old faces and people who have returned after a long absence. You better be careful. The doors of the Institute are open to any event.
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