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Jan 09
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THE VOICE

The Voice

                                     By Lea Wells

All my guiltiness started at the school talent show. My sister was doing a terrific job singing her heart out, but then she messed up out of the blue, her voice just cracked. Seconds later, the whole audience was laughing, I knew I shouldn't have laughed but it sounded so funny. She ran off the stage crying after she saw me laughing. What kind of a sister does that? Thoughts running through my mind, what's going to happen next, will she ever talk to me again?

 
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  1. Ambrogge
    Jan 09, 2017

    Nice, (from Ella)

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