"Are you okay?" Marshall asks breathlessly. I can only manage a nod of my head in return. I start to lean in. Wait, what am I doing?! Why do I trust this guy enough to have told him so much about me? He must be able to mind read or some shit because at the same time as me be pulled away. A light blush is on his cheeks...
Whore... Emo... Bitch... Slut... Faggot... Those were the names Rainy would get called every single day, Bullied, Depressed, Suicidal, Those 3 words describe Rainy’s personality, What if she gets adopted by Eminem? Well not exactly, What if Dre adopts her for Marshall for publicity? Will Marshall except the depressed...
