Chapter 1: Gwen
I groaned. This was too frustrating! I took one long look at my photo of Trent, my recently un-amazing boyfriend, and frowned. I saw him three hours ago and came to this conclusion; the guy was helpless, he writes songs about how he's a man and not a woman! I had to dump him, but I didn't want to hurt the poor guy. I like him, but I don't want a boyfriend that follows me everywhere like a hungry dog. He's crazy about me. A little too crazy! I was debating whether to dump Trent, or keep him as my boyfriend. I hugged the photo to my chest as a tear ran down my cheek and smeared my black eyeliner. I wiped it away and reapplied my makeup in front of my mirror. I stared long and hard at my reflection. My eyes saw a tall, slender teenage girl with pale, ivory-colored skin. The girl was wearing her favorite pair of black skinny jeans and a form-fitting midnight blue t-shirt. She was accessorizing with elbow high fishnet gloves, and silver earrings shaped in like crescent moons. It was me. I picked up my midnight blue cell phone (my favorite color) and dialed Trent's numbers. My fingers were shaking, and I felt like hanging up halfway through. I knew his number by heart and this just added to the guilt that was beginning to pile up in my stomach because I knew I would hurt him no matter how I broke it to him. Trent picked up on the first ring, as always.
"Hello," his eager voice answered
"Hey, Trent. It's me, Gwen," my shaky voice replied.
"Gwen!! I missed you."
"I saw you three hours ago." I pointed out.
"So…" He coaxed.
"O…K then. Uh, it's a beautiful day out." I said, trying to stall.
"Not as beautiful as you."
I smacked my forehead, "Thank you, I guess. I'm really not that pretty though."
"Are you seriously trying to get that into my head?"
"I guess not," I mumbled.
"So why'd you call me?" he asked.
"What? Oh yeah, umm can you meet me at Greenway park in thirty minutes?"
"Yeah, anything for you."He replied.
"See you there," I said sadly, "Bye." I hung up the phone and sank down in my awesome swivel chair. I usually love to spin around in it. But even the fun of my chair was little help to me now. This, I thought, will be tough.