A/N HEEEEEYYYYYYY another new book! Yayyuh! Hopefully this one won't get deleted. Please enjoy! Remember to vite, comment, follow, whatever. P.s Rayne is pronounced like rain. Just in case.
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I don't know how I got here. I don't know who I am. Quite honestly, I don't even know how long I've been laying in this alleyway. All I know is that it's raining; pouring down raining.
I'm soaked to the bone, my hair is matted to the back of my neck, and my probably-once-was red shirt is covered in grime. I can feel a backpack strapped to my shoulders. Hesitantly, I attempt to stand, but I fall back onto a stack of cardboard, due the weight of my soaked bag and exhaustion. Laying here for a few more minutes seems like the best plan. I take in more of my surroundings; garbage bins line the walls of the alley, while cardboard boxes, plastic bags, and soda cans are strewn along the ground. Wherever I am, it's a real dump.
I'm not sure if minutes or hours that go by, though I feel like I've been laying here for a long time. My eyelids become heavier with each closing. I don't know who I am or where I come from, but for tonight I am Rayne and I'm from the alleyway.
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Teen FictionI woke up one day and couldn't remember a thing about my past. Not even my name. I lived on the streets under the name Rayne. I spent my days wandering the city, and my nights searching for my past. Two years later, I was brought to an orphanage/tra...
