Can I Call This My Home? (Under Construction)
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Hey, I'm Chelsea Lovato and before you ask no Demi Lovato and I have no relation, but that'd be cool huh? I live with my dad in Miami, Florida, just my dad, my mom dipped when i was two and I haven't seen or heard from her or my sisters since, but life is pretty good here with a few problems I have with myself other than that everything is okay, I guess?
Well that's what she thought at least. So what happens when your entire world is turned inside out? The only person you've ever known to love you is dying? You've finally met your idol but never in the way you've imagined, and the family you've dreamed of for years is the family that abandoned you? How would you deal with having to move into a complete strangers home thousands of miles away from where you grew up, where you learned how to live the only place you belong, your home? Find out how Chelsea learns to cope with all these sudden changes or if she can cope at all in 'Can I Call This My Home?'
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