The Shot That Changed My Life
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Last published Sat, Aug 24, 2013
Andrina's POV : Hi I am Andrina McLight. Music is my life. I play The violin and the hand harp, like the one you usually see angels use.I also LOVE theater !!! I am also a pretty good artist. I'm not the popular girl in school but not the weirdo.You could say I am the average kid.Everything was different before that gut wrenching shot. The shot that changed my life.
Noah's POV : Hey! I am Noah Andrews I am in the orchestra and I play the cello.I play football and soccer and love watching plays.I love culture too. I speak 4 different languages fluently. I speak Spanish, French, Gailician, and swedish.I haven't exactly mastered German yet! And yes, I'll admit it I do like Andrina McLight.I mean what is there not to like about her.She's so nice, pretty, and positive.But once we heard that piercing shot.My whole life changed.
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