Silly Little Me
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- Parti 11
In corso27m
Ultima pubblicazione lun, giu 2, 2014
My mom always hated me. She said I wasn't hers. My dad named me Rosalina because he has always said that I'm as beautiful and delicate as a flower. But she never agreed. It turned out she had brain cancer and dementia. It wasn't true, what she said; she was just nuts. That's what everybody told me. She died when I was 10, leaving me free to be myself. But I still have the scars she left behind- inside and out.
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Rosalina started out as a typically abnormal Directioner, but when the chance of a lifetime comes (twice), will she be able to shine under the spotlight? Or will she lose the chance and fall back to her normal lifestyle?
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