DREAMS.
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An Austin Mahone Fan fic (not exactly a love story) Kylie Hemming is a 15 year old from Virginia Beach she is an elite gymnast and just made the national team two months ago she starts training for worlds when her skills start to become not as clean; she decides she is going to move to Texas to train at WOGA. When there is an add in the newspaper about her moving to Texas, Michele Mahone gets the newspaper on her iPhone and reads about it in the paper it stated; that Kylie is looking for a host home. Mitchell puts in an application and later becomes Kylie's host mom. Michele moves back to Texas and looks after Kylie. What happens when austin meets her? Will Kylie make the Olympic team. How will se deal with the stress and all the lies?
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