Hey guys! This is da 1st chappie-tah to muh sequel. DON'T READ UNTIL YOU'VE READ HELLO! IT'S NOT LONG, BUT IMPORTANT! Ahem, anyway, ON WIT DA STOREH!

It's been a great summer so far. Not. It's only been the 3rd day and people have been calling me names. I go to the only place i feel-happy. Not a complete happy, but happy. Guess I should introduce myself, huh? My name is Gwendolyn Jean Wood. And, well, am a loner. People never hung out with me because of the way I looked. Even my best friend Leshawna turned on me because I, "wasn't cool" or because "she can't be seen with me". I hate her now.

I walk over to the little park I go to everyday. I sat on the same old swing and looked around. It was only 7 in the morning, so I doubt people are up and ready to go to the park. My dad used to take me to this park. I miss my father so much.

**Flashback**

"Gwendolyn, wanna go to the park?" he always asked. i was 5 or 6, so i was always wanting to go to the park. We went and played all the time. He knew about people making fun of me. One day, I was crying and he took me to the park. He sat down on the swing, me on his lap and told me something.

"Gwendolyn, if they make fun of you, then they aren't your friends. If they care and love you the way I do, then they are. But also remember this, sometimes, people are cowards. They are afraid to know the real you, so they judge you by appearance. So what if they don't think you're pretty. To me, you're beautiful. Once they get to see what I see, they'll love you." I turned and hugged him.

"Thank you, I love you Daddy."

"And I love you, my sweet Gwendolyn." Then, he took a permanent marker that was in his pocket and wrote on the seat of the swing. it said: Gwen's Special Park. I smiled.

**End Flashback**

I began to tear up. It's been about a year since my father died. I looked at the seat of the swing. It was still there. This was our park. I began to cry. I dropped my bookbag on the ground and cried. I ran away from home a soon as summer break started. My mother tried to change me. She said, "Next year, you'll be a brand new you!" But I don't want a new me. I want to be myself! Why can't people accept me for who I am? I cried harder. Then i heard footsteps. I quickly dried my tears and began swinging slightly. The person sat in the swing next to me.

"hey, are you crying?" it sounded like a boy. I shook my head. Why was he talking to me anyway. He noticed the bag.

"You goin somewhere?"

"Anywhere but here." i whispered.

"Really? Why?" so many questions...

"Listen? Why are you talking to me anyway?" i asked, still not looking up. "Aren't you gonna throw something at me or call me a weird gothic loner or something?"

"Why should I listen to Heather? Just because other listen and not talk to you, doesn't mean I have to." I looked up, shocked. I knew who I was talking to immediately. The green mowhawk and piercings gave it away. He's the schools bad-boy, Duncan.

"So, I guess I should introduce myself, since we're talking and all." he shrugged.

"Ok. Name's Duncan, been sent to Juvie a few times, and muh parents are cops." Oh wow.

"I'm Gwen, my mom keeps trying to change me, everyone hates me, and I'm-all alone." There was a flash of sympathy in his eyes. He stood up, pulled me up, and hugged me. What is he doing?

"Well, you aren't alone anymore Gwen." He said. I'm not alone anymore. A wave of relief washed over me. I hugged him back.

"Thank you Duncan, thank you so much." I whispered. Hopefully, he'll be a true friend, just as Daddy once told me. Hopefully...

Poor Gwen finally found a friend! But is Duncan a true friend? Read to find out! AND REVIEW!