It hurts. It hurts. It hurts. It hurts like I just got shot by an arrow at the chest. Not by a baby on diapers, who had wings and carry a little bow. No. But by a smoking hot guy with dark black eyes and hair. Wearing a leather jacket on a black shirt, dark blue jeans and black converse. His stare was cold, very col...
I'm not that smart. I'm not that beautiful. I'm not that rich. I'm just simple. I'm just me. But why me? Of all the people in the world, why choose a girl like me? ------------------------------------------------------------------ Rachael Ann Phill is her name and she's just a simple girl living her simple life. Her...