Une vie mouvementée

Une vie mouvementée

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Je m'appelle Lexia, je suis âgée de 18 années. Je viens tout juste d'emménager à Seattle, loin de mon ancienne ville, je n'ai jamais connu mon père d'après ma mère c'était qu'un pauvre type qu'elle avait connu dans un bar, ma mère ? elle se droguait aux cachets à chaque problèmes qu'elle rencontrait, jusqu'au jour où elle pris le volant pour aller à la pharmacie car elle était en rupture de stock de médicaments, et qu'elle se pris un arbre, qui l'a fit plonger tout droit dans la mer. Elle se noya de cette manière, je fut donc prise en charge avec ma sœur, Holly , âgée de 15 ans, chez la sœur de notre mère. Demain c'est la rentrée, j'appréhende, voici mon histoire.
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