(Gwen's POV)
I opened my eyes and stared at the roof for a couple of secondes then realized that it was the last jour of school. I got out of bed, got dressed, then brushed my teeth. I wore dark clothes as I usually did. I walked down stairs just to find my mom cooking breakfast. "Hey sweetie!" she said. "Are toi ready for your last days of being in high school?"
"Yeah, I guess..." I looked over my mom's shoulder to see what she was cooking.
"I guess? What is that supposed to mean?" She joked.
"Nothing." I shrugged.
"Well, toi better get eating cause your bus will be here in 20 minutes." She put a plate of scrambled eggs and bacon with pain grillé on the table, tableau so I sat down and began to eat. 15 minutes passed and heard honking from out side.
"Who's that?" Mom looked out the window and saw a black car parked out on our front yard.
"Oh, didn't I tell you? I canceled on the bus and asked Trent to pick me up. Well, gotta go! See ya!" I ran out the front door and got into Trent's car.
"Hey! toi ready?" He asked
"Yup. I can't believe tomorrow is finally summer!" I was so exited.
"Hey, I heard something about a reality T.V. montrer that we can sign up for at school. toi in?" Trent asked.
"Sure. Why not."
"Cool." He drove off.
As we got to school I saw Duncan and his girlfriend, Courtney, making out on the side of the school. I saw Duncan pull away and wink at me. I turned my head away and looked at Trent.
(With DxC)
(Duncan's POV)
"What was that all about?" Courtney got jealous as she usually did whenever I look at another girl.
"Chill out! It was just Gwen." I said.
"Just Gwen? Gwen just happens to like you, ok!" Courtney shouted.
"How do toi know?" I was surprised. Gwen likes me?
"I see the way she looks at you, ok! Now, enough about her."Courtney grabbed my chemise and kissed me again. I kissed back like I did every time she kissed me.
(With Gwen and Trent)
(Trent's POV)
Why does Gwen like Duncan so much? She says she has no interest in him what so ever but I see the way she looks at him. Why can't she just like me in more-then-a-friend way? I just have to keep on trying!
"You ok?" I a dit as I saw Gwen;s face after we passed par Duncan and Courtney.
"Yeah... What made toi ask that?" She said, trying to look all innocent.
"Oh, nothing. Nothing at all." I parked my car into a empty l’espace and got out of the car. Gwen took a few moments to open her car door. I knew something was up.
(Gwen's POV)
Ugh!!! How come every time I see Duncan with Courtney I just want to run away and cry? I don't even like him! He's tortured me all my life! Come on Gwen! Stop thinking about him! Stop!
Anyways, as Trent and I walked into the school we saw so many people lined up in front of the bulletin bored. It must have been for that T.V. montrer thing Trent was telling me about. Ok, I guess I'll go for it. It wouldn't hurt to be on a reality show. I could become famous! Not that I care ou anything. I hate models! Trent and I waited in line to sign up for the show. A few minutes passed and I saw Duncan and Courtney come out of the front of the line. I took a deep breath and looked away.
"We're gonna be famous, baby!" Duncan said.
"Yup! And I'll become the President of the Untied States!" Courtney always raved about how she was gonna be President and that she is a C.I.T. As for me and the rest of the school says, KNOW ONE CARES! Why can't she just get over herself.
"Excuse me! populaire girls coming through!" Heather, the mean, nasty, conceded, slutty, two-faced, slimy, little princess daddy's girl was the "popular" girl here with Lindsey. Or, at least they thought they were. NO ONE likes them besides themselves. Well, Lindsey is nice. She really means well it's just that she really wants to be populaire so she hangs out with Heather. Plus, Lindsey isn't the sharpest needle in the foins, hay stack.
"What are toi doing her, Heather?" I glared at her.
"What everyone else is doing. Signing up to become famous!" Heather smirked.
"You can't just become famous par doing this! toi have to make the montrer have high ratings." I crossed my arms.
"Well of course I'm gonna make high ratings! I'm popular!" She glared back.
"Umm... I'm populaire to toi know!" Lindsey was confused.
"Yeah. Right. Whatever." Heather didn't even look at Lindsey. "Now, get out of my way! I need to sign up!" She pushed me.
"Hey! Wait your turn!" Trent defended me.
"Ugh,"Whatever!" She rolled her eyes.
I opened my eyes and stared at the roof for a couple of secondes then realized that it was the last jour of school. I got out of bed, got dressed, then brushed my teeth. I wore dark clothes as I usually did. I walked down stairs just to find my mom cooking breakfast. "Hey sweetie!" she said. "Are toi ready for your last days of being in high school?"
"Yeah, I guess..." I looked over my mom's shoulder to see what she was cooking.
"I guess? What is that supposed to mean?" She joked.
"Nothing." I shrugged.
"Well, toi better get eating cause your bus will be here in 20 minutes." She put a plate of scrambled eggs and bacon with pain grillé on the table, tableau so I sat down and began to eat. 15 minutes passed and heard honking from out side.
"Who's that?" Mom looked out the window and saw a black car parked out on our front yard.
"Oh, didn't I tell you? I canceled on the bus and asked Trent to pick me up. Well, gotta go! See ya!" I ran out the front door and got into Trent's car.
"Hey! toi ready?" He asked
"Yup. I can't believe tomorrow is finally summer!" I was so exited.
"Hey, I heard something about a reality T.V. montrer that we can sign up for at school. toi in?" Trent asked.
"Sure. Why not."
"Cool." He drove off.
As we got to school I saw Duncan and his girlfriend, Courtney, making out on the side of the school. I saw Duncan pull away and wink at me. I turned my head away and looked at Trent.
(With DxC)
(Duncan's POV)
"What was that all about?" Courtney got jealous as she usually did whenever I look at another girl.
"Chill out! It was just Gwen." I said.
"Just Gwen? Gwen just happens to like you, ok!" Courtney shouted.
"How do toi know?" I was surprised. Gwen likes me?
"I see the way she looks at you, ok! Now, enough about her."Courtney grabbed my chemise and kissed me again. I kissed back like I did every time she kissed me.
(With Gwen and Trent)
(Trent's POV)
Why does Gwen like Duncan so much? She says she has no interest in him what so ever but I see the way she looks at him. Why can't she just like me in more-then-a-friend way? I just have to keep on trying!
"You ok?" I a dit as I saw Gwen;s face after we passed par Duncan and Courtney.
"Yeah... What made toi ask that?" She said, trying to look all innocent.
"Oh, nothing. Nothing at all." I parked my car into a empty l’espace and got out of the car. Gwen took a few moments to open her car door. I knew something was up.
(Gwen's POV)
Ugh!!! How come every time I see Duncan with Courtney I just want to run away and cry? I don't even like him! He's tortured me all my life! Come on Gwen! Stop thinking about him! Stop!
Anyways, as Trent and I walked into the school we saw so many people lined up in front of the bulletin bored. It must have been for that T.V. montrer thing Trent was telling me about. Ok, I guess I'll go for it. It wouldn't hurt to be on a reality show. I could become famous! Not that I care ou anything. I hate models! Trent and I waited in line to sign up for the show. A few minutes passed and I saw Duncan and Courtney come out of the front of the line. I took a deep breath and looked away.
"We're gonna be famous, baby!" Duncan said.
"Yup! And I'll become the President of the Untied States!" Courtney always raved about how she was gonna be President and that she is a C.I.T. As for me and the rest of the school says, KNOW ONE CARES! Why can't she just get over herself.
"Excuse me! populaire girls coming through!" Heather, the mean, nasty, conceded, slutty, two-faced, slimy, little princess daddy's girl was the "popular" girl here with Lindsey. Or, at least they thought they were. NO ONE likes them besides themselves. Well, Lindsey is nice. She really means well it's just that she really wants to be populaire so she hangs out with Heather. Plus, Lindsey isn't the sharpest needle in the foins, hay stack.
"What are toi doing her, Heather?" I glared at her.
"What everyone else is doing. Signing up to become famous!" Heather smirked.
"You can't just become famous par doing this! toi have to make the montrer have high ratings." I crossed my arms.
"Well of course I'm gonna make high ratings! I'm popular!" She glared back.
"Umm... I'm populaire to toi know!" Lindsey was confused.
"Yeah. Right. Whatever." Heather didn't even look at Lindsey. "Now, get out of my way! I need to sign up!" She pushed me.
"Hey! Wait your turn!" Trent defended me.
"Ugh,"Whatever!" She rolled her eyes.
