Duncan and I have always been best friends since preschool. Ever since then, he stood up for me when ever someone picks on me, harass me, or hurt me. Well, try to hurt me. Magically, he appears right before any damage happens to my beautiful face. He always says I have a beautiful face but is it just sympathy. Well, I guess I should introduce Duncan and I before I get to the point.
I'm Gwenolyth Evans. I'm a goth and love the colors midnight blue and black. I love drawing and painting. I usually wear all black and black eyeliner and mascara and blue lipstick. I'm not like other girls. Frilly clothes with laces, eyeshadow of every color, pink or red lipstick, BLEH. I'm a loner with a few friends.
One of my friends is Duncan Scotts. He's a punk and a deliquent. He has a soft side but only shows it to me. His parents are both police officers. His grandparents were too. And his great-grandparents and so on. But he never follows the rules like his parents. His mom is okay with him being a deliquent and all but his dad is a differnet story. That's the one reason why he usually stays at my house. My mom and dad likes hiim and are okay with him sleeping over at least he brings his own sleeping bag. He doesn't sleep over often but comes hang out at night and leaves around... 3 A.M.?
Now on to the point of this story. Duncan's back to juvie. Not just for a few weeks. They don't know when they're releasing him but they think it's years.
"Gwen," he said, as his patrol officer led him away.
"Yeah?" I said, crying. What? Who wouldn't cry when their best friend was going to juvie? Oh yeah. People without a heart! Well, I have one so deal with it.
"When I get out of juvie. I'll come back to you. I promise."
And he kept his promise.
