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8th grade was a pain...but so was all of middle school... I had no friends to sit with at lunch or talk to about my problems... There was just me myself and I... and I hate it... I hate it so much.... I just want to be happy with others and not alone anymore. "Hey, watch out!!" a boy yelled out to me. I looked quickly and saw a football heading my way, so I braced myself for the pain and closed my eyes...but it never came. Instead, I was engulfed in the warmth of arms that were pulling me close to the body they were connected to. "That was close..are you ok?" a male voice asked me a bit deeper than the other one. "Yeah," I respond quietly, and he lets go. I slowly turned around and was met with a boy with curly golden hair and blue eyes as blue as the sky. He smiled at me wide to the point that his dimples were showing. "Blake get the football and let's play," a voice from the background shouted. The boy in front of me let out a soft chuckle and went behind me to grab the football. "Be careful next time, ok?" I nodded, and with that, he ran away back to his friends -Warnings This story is a bit dark and contains some dark themes, and it may have some unhealthy relationships. I DO NOT approve of any relationships of the sort unless they are fiction or for plot purposes. There will be mentions of drugs, but I will not be writing about anyone doing anything other than pointing out what they do or do not. This will contain no nasties, maybe kissing, but like..... no. If I feel like I should add some more warnings, I will.
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