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Bring It On

LECTURES 339
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LECTURES 339
Votes 7
Parties 2
Durée 10m

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"Ahhh!!" i  look around me and find myself on the floor, ohh its just a  dream, no kidding it's more like a nightmare. I was actually moving  to a new school  but too bad it's  JUST a dream. So I went back  to bed.

"Honey  you don't want to be late for the first day," i heard my mom yelled. Damn! not even a minute of fest  I am going to really break my bones  if I keep falling off this bed. Wait a minute... it wasn't a dream?? Well colour me surprise... and BRUISED.Tous Droits Réservés

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A White Lie , écrit par RebeccaPratt836

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