Mi Vida
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Erase una vez una niña con mala suerte tan mala que. Ni siquiera el enamorarse era bueno pues su hermano se encargaba de hacerle la vida imposible y hací me considero la niña(adolescente) mas desafortunada del mundo. Soy rubí y esta es mi historia Capítulo 1: Encerrada en la torre Cuando yo estaba en la primaria mi madre. Ni siquiera me dejaba ir a fiestas de mis compañeras sí ni siquiera como cualquier niña que va a las fiestas solo a comer pastel y a temerle a los payasos y bueno hasta ahora ya con 13 ya casi 14 años vivo encerrada en la torre. Capítulo 2: Enamorada Recuerdo cuando me enamore de un niño pero cuando me di cuenta era en mas feo pero como quiera me gustaba pero cuando se entero mi hermano se encargo de hacerme la vida imposible si lose aquí empiezan esos malísimos recuerdos pues el decía que tener novio a mi edad era malo pero quien hablaba de novio ni siquiera lo pensaba pero nose solo pienso que mierda tiene de malo enamorarse todos se enamoran hasta el.
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