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To keep her safe is all I know (a MIW fanfic)

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My name is Kalani Rose Pedri, I am a 17 year old student at west end High, I  have a brother called Jacob Scott Pedri, he is 16 years old, He was my best friend. My mum was a music teacher at the academy of the art in music, for my dad built his own business called Pedri's as he was a mechanic.

My brother and I had the most perfect life up until everything fell apart. School became a nightmare as so as my home, It was hard living in the shoes I didn't ask to wear nor the life I did not pray and wish for every single night. Nothing was going right 

I'm not asking for attention or sympathy, It's the last thing I need.

everyone has their story

and this is mine.All Rights Reserved

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