Mitt liv
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Mitt liv -Shivaangis syn- Jeg heter Shivangi og jeg er 17 år og har familie består av: mamma (Mona) og storebror (Matias) Faren min døde da jeg var 7 månder jeg vet egentlig ikke så som han, men det som er bra at jeg får alltid hva jeg vil ha. Moren min og storebroren min Matias veldig snille mot meg og passer godt på meg. Og forresten jeg glemte å fortelle hvordan moren og Matias ser ut...Moren min har svart og rødt langt hår, brune øyner og jobber i utlandske folk. Matias har den kuleste smile ever og er alltid en god storebror. Har har litt svart langt hår, men veldig fin. Han er 19 år og nesten alle jente sier at han er veldig kjekk og vil bli sammen med han. Ja, det er alt jeg vet om moren min og broren min. Jeg klarer ikke å vente til sommerferien fordi da skal vi reise til USA. Mitt favoritt land klarer ikke å vente. Moren min er ikke ofte hjemme så det er bare meg og Matias. Da pleier vi og kose oss med venner og andre ting. Jeg hadde ønsket meg kjæreste for alltid, men finner ikke den rette gutten. Så jeg håper at jeg ser noen kjekke gutter i USA...i morgen er det siste dag på skolen før sommerferien, så jeg må være ekstra fin.
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