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Love.
It can kill you or it can save you or it can just make you so down right miserable that you want to die. I'm pretty sure it did all those things to me my junior year of high school, whether I was aware of them all at the correct time or not.
My name is Kimmiera. I know. It's long and also very weird and medieval sounding name. That's why I'm relieved that no one except my family even knows it. Kim is just normal enough and nice sounding for me. And that's what I am. Normal. Just borderline dork because of my grades.
Yeah I know, strait A-student, couldn't possibly have any more personality than the ability to talk about fractions and other math equations. I'm pretty sure I was blissfully ignorant about my dork-ness up until the 8th grade.
And it was all thanks to a certain Paul Franklin.
God I hated that guy. He only really picked on dorks and so when he harassed me once, I was suddenly aware of my stature. He gave me a hard time by putting his hand on my thigh, then laughing at my bug-eyed reaction. He's an ass, no way around it. Luckily he's all but ignored me for the last three years.
But another thing that's luckily is that if I'd never started hating Paul, I never would have noticed a certain boy sitting next to him: Jared Kilmer. The absolutely most handsome boy I've ever seen! -aside from certain celebrities, of course-
Three years later and I still haven't looked away, but then, in a way I never completely looked in the first place. Confused? Don't worry I'll explain really soon because after a certain cutie-boy's absence for a week, my life officially got complicated in a way that I'd never imagined before. Excited? I know I am, my name is Kim Baker and this is my story.
Too corny? Sappy? Just dumb? please tell me whether or not i should continue this fanfic in this format or not. aka Review! Enjoy!