hope?

hope?

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Last published Tue, Oct 14, 2014

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Introduction savanna had it all, a loving family , good friends & was rich. but can one thing affect all of that? was it all savanna's fault ? 3 years back savanna left her curling iron in her moms and dads bathroom be says she was getting ready to sleepover her friends house ,the curling iron was left on the throw rug and caught on fire. sadly her parents tried getting up but the smoke was to harsh on their lungs they caught on fire & so did her whole house . savanna was at a friends house , and when she heard her phone ring she answerd it and her whole world was be flipped up side down..... but would it all fall back into place when she meets the love of her life taylor caniff?

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