God, another year of Hell at this place. High school. It's so...how do I explain it? I guess if you took Satan, demons, and a big fiery fuck hole and mixed them together, it still would not add up to this place.
Let me tell you something. In a small town like Russellville, guys aren't exactly available. They're either dating, crushing, or out of my league. And that's a big problem for me. Yep, Rian Jean Saul, the unpopular. I got that title from Veronica Samon, the school Queen Bee, or as my friends and I like to call her, the Queen Bitch.
I have a crush on Robert Skipworth. Yes, the lovable, popular guy, who has never noticed my existence. Totally me, right? But anyways, enough of my problems. I've got a whopping pile of essays to finish.
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"Rian, my Dear."
Teen FictionIf a man could get much more classy than Robert, I would like to see it. As a geek, he would never notice me, but what the hell? I'm going to give it a shot.
