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~Nikki~
I smile and twirl the small piece of blue hair that is sitting on my shoulder as I turn the on the radio. I smile and turn it up as I relize its one of my favorite songs by Eminem, called Not Afraid. I tap my finger to the beat on my old 95 beat-up Chevy 1500. I pull up to the barn, excited to have a new start in a place that has trained champions. I turn the key to the truck and hop out, shutting the door behind me. I walk around, looking for someone to ask where I should put Whiskey, who is getting impatent in the trailer.
~Nikki~
I smile and twirl the small piece of blue hair that is sitting on my shoulder as I turn the on the radio. I smile and turn it up as I relize its one of my favorite songs by Eminem, called Not Afraid. I tap my finger to the beat on my old 95 beat-up Chevy 1500. I pull up to the barn, excited to have a new start in a place that has trained champions. I turn the key to the truck and hop out, shutting the door behind me. I walk around, looking for someone to ask where I should put Whiskey, who is getting impatent in the trailer.


