Broken Angel
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People know me by a lot of names. My actual name is Ali Erin. Some people call me by the last, others call me by the first, but most call me Rebel. I don't have the best life which is why some people think I hang around with the people I do... hell maybe that's true but I don't really care. That is until my little sister Rynn get's dragged into it. Then my Nickname becomes real life and rebel doesn't even come close to covering it. Anyways here's my story on how I went from bad ass to the Broken Angel that everyone knows me to be.
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