Poor guy. My advice to him would be to forget the Weather Girl.
It's good to see you update this.

~SirScott

LOVELOVELOVELOVELOVE THIS CONCEPT.
Whew, craziness aside; this was beautifully written. I hadn't ever thought of something like this, so it's nice to see on ficpress, where there's a lot of the same thing. I love your way of reading it between the lines, and I even feel like I know him, even though I've never met him.
Great job!

That was good. It's nice to see that you updated.

~SirScott

You spend a big heap of your life pleasing others, I guess its apart of life. He must come from a biug school to have 63 girls, there was only 56 students in my class.
The only mistake I noticed was this:
His right hand, I bet it's a bit soar from practice
soar should be sore.
Keep up the good work.

~SirScott

"I wonder what made him so timid to live."

i adore how you describe him.
i feel like i know him, so that's got to be some kind of attribute to your artist-ness-ish. :/ creativity.

it is so blunt and poetic at once. but a little off at times and too personal for me.
but the coolest thing is when i finished reading it, i was really glad i did. which is a neat feeling.

anyway, nice job girl.

yours, -ty.