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My name's Rain, yes you heard me correctly. Rain. Like the weather. Maybe because I was born when it was raining, maybe because my parents loved watching the rain or because that's all they could think of at the time. Well I am 19 and my last year of high school. Still single I admit. Most of the guys here are just plan stupid. The popular guys are just a turn off for me. I hate it when they pick on people, but what can I do? They never pick on me, well okay they used to but I learned how to stand up for myself. Okay, okay I have to admit that there is one guy I like. I don't know his name, or his age. He looks younger than me, but he could be older. I don't always see him at school though. He has piercing light blue with green eyes, which you swear are contacts. Two snake bite piercings and a septum piercing. Sadly I don't know his name or see him much. + he is about 6.7ft and I am tiny. Oh yeah I remembered he has longish black hair with blue highlights. He would never like a girl like me.
Well I am Blake, pretty ordinary name. Why couldn't it be something different, a name that no other guy has. I am fucking 18 and still single. To the joy I don't give a shit. None of the girls here are attractive. So I thought I might like guys, but nope not attracted to them either. I am probably not going to ever be attracted to anyone. I get bullied everyday at high school, my family think I am anorexic, but I know they think I am fat. I wouldn't be single if I wasn't. I cut myself, yes I am probably a attention whore. Yes that's a reference for a girl but that's what I feel. Okay, maybe scratch a few sentences back. I am attracted to one girl, but I do not know her name, she looks older than me. I get bullied every day, so why would she like me? She wouldn't. I am probably too tall for her anyway. Yes a stupid reason but why would a girl like someone tall, and well that is shy. I have never seen her eye colour, because I am too shy to get that close to her.
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