They choose me

They choose me

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why......why did they choose me that is my one and only question name: Ariel age: 16 last name: caving low social status As i look around me and see nothing but a white light i wanted to know one thing..... am i dead, am i in heaven then there was a bright gold light coming towards me my first thought was RUN why i don't know where i am "come to me child" a voice said all most angelic like i have heard it some where be for " who me " i ask of course i know she was taking to me i just like to play crazy "yes you" said the voice " your the only one here" " where is here exactly" i ask " you are in a coma my dear child" " So like floating on air " i ask "yes" the voice said but this time came a little closer and that's when i saw the person i had always dreamed of seeing she was there standing i front of me more beautiful than i ever imagined by now i was on my knees crying my eyes out for the person who stand before me is no other than......... you'll have to read in order to find out p.s first time writer leave comments let me know what you think haters gonna hate
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