The Story Of Lizieth Manaloney

She was seven, of that she was sure, the dream roled out like a nighteen-eigthies short film. Her white dress blew carelessly in the wind, her tiny feet carrying her as fast as they could. She screeched and then laughed as a pair of gruff arms grabbed her from behind.
"????, O???, ????!" She called out as her father lifted her in the air. He laughed along with her.
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"Lizieth Alix Valquez! Get up right this instant!" Lizieth groaned at the sound of her mother's angry voice. "Yes?" She called to her mother from the second landing on the stairs. "We will be late for rehearsel if you are not ready in thirty minutes. Now, hurry, your father is already up there with Trudy and Alex." Lizieth groaned again but drug herself back upstairs to ready for rehearsels.
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I am not Russian, nor Spanish, nor French, though I will be using all of these languages in further chapters, so please let me know if there are any mistakes on the translations!!
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