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Her gray eyes glistened like quicksilver; her raven wing black hair with is tingles of dark red, once had been elegant and smooth, now was a ratted mess at the base of her neck. Her once porcelain skin was now streaked with grime. The filth of the streets clung to her clothes, and the scent of unwashed body made even her own nose wrinkle with disgust. With her head ducked low, watc...
It's not like I wanted to move. Whoat fifteen wants to, from their hum-dum town to an even smaller and hum-dummertown? It a high schooler's worst nightmare; aneveryone-knows-everyone-middle-of-nowhere town. My name is Rain. Just Rain. Andthis story is true. It's my story. So trust me when I say this isn't ahappy-go-lucky story. It about a real life. With real experiences. So if youdon't want to re...