" Evan, why dont you tell us about yourself?" Mr. Bemham asked.
"Um, sure? I moved here from New York. So this whole suburb and country thing is new to me. Soo ya."
"That is just blimy! Evan, why don't you sit next to Raylin for now. Don't worry, she doesn't bite." He said with a stupid grin.
Wait! Did he say Raylin? As in me? Uh what do I do? Act Natural!! Be cool, be cool.
He walked over and sat quietly in the chair next to me. I smiled weakly and probably looked like a dufus. He smirked back. I could feel my face heating up.
What was wrong with me?? Am I sick? I felt slightly feverish.
"So class please open your workbooks and begin exercise 37 with your partners." Mr. Benham said as if he was preaching about life.
"Raylin, right?" Evan said matter-of-factly.
"Yeah" I squeaked in reply.
Nice going, he probably thinks that you have speech issues.
"So what do you think of Mr. Benham?" I asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Well I think that he desperately needs a girlfriend. But I want to think about you. From what I can tell you don't know who you are and are attempting to hide yourself from the world. Oh, and that you are sad for something that you can't control."
"I guess."
"Well then Raylin, it is nice to know that I have at least one friend here now."
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Raylin Grace
Teen FictionThey told me to write letters to him, open up to someone I trust, and even to talk to myself aloud to him. but nothing the counselors said worked, at least I don't think they would work. I didn't try. Maybe because I just didn't want to believe th...
