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0	A Recipe for Pain -8-
+ 3	A Recipe For Pain -7-
+ 2	Never Come Back -2-
+ 2	A Recipe for Pain -6-
+ 3	A Recipe For Pain -5-
+ 6	A Recipe for Pain -4-
+ 2	Never Come Back -1-
+ 4	Don't Come Back -Intro-
+ 3	A Recipe for Pain -4-
+ 6	A Recipe for Pain -3-
+ 4	A Recipe for Pain -2-
+ 2	A Recipe for Pain -1-
+ 2	A Recipe For Pain -Intro-
+ 2	An Occasional Someone -5-
+ 1	An Occasional Someone -4-
+ 1	An Occasional Someone -3-
+ 1	An Occasional Someone -2-
+ 1	An Occasional Someone -1-

Payne. I am Payne. Pain incarnate. No, not really, that just sounds cool. But I do have some pain in my life, as does everyone. Worse than some, but better than others. I will not lie; I often indulge in self pity, even though there is someone out there who actually is worse off than I am. I know this, but I choose to ignore it. My life is a blend of all things confusing to me. Things like math, boys, other girls, and life in general. My story begins in the midst of all this confusion, in the era of my life which I like to call 'My Occaional Years.' But normally is reffered to as High School by other people. I grew up in a small town, a small town girl. I occasionally moved to other small towns with other small town people. I didn't stick out much, but I never really blended in. Why you  might ask? Well, this might come up in the end of the story if I choose to divulge such information to you.I lied. This story really begins with someone else. Someone who turned me into an Occasional Someone. I won't tell you his name, because it is mine to know. So, we will just call him That-One-Guy. That-One-Guy is the start of my story. Well, during my Occasional Years, I was a background character. I knew my place, I knew my function in the assembeled student body. Or as I call them, The Flock. (as in sheep) The Flock didn't mind me much, because I didn't really mind them. I am unremarkable in every way, so they had no reason to pay any attention to me. Sports were everything in this small town, and since I didn't play any . . . Well, you get the idea. And then That-One-Guy came into the picture.I will not tell you what he looked like because that is also mine to know. So we will just say that I was not the only girl who turned to get a second look as he walked down the hall to whatever class he had. He was as remarkable as I was unremarkable. So I had no reason to think he would ever be interested in me, and I could just content myself by staring at him when he wasn't looking. Besides, my close-to-only-friend has already called dibs on him. This didn't bother me because she deserved a good guy. Unfortunately for her, for me, was we didn't know him well enough before we decided to love him.

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