Brittany Harvede had been walking down the halls of her boarding school one Saturday morning. But before she could do anything, a tall figure with brown long hair, unlike Brittany’s long blonde tresses, jumped out from behind a long green plant in the corner. Brittany, startled, yelped and said, “Aaaaaaah ” before she could contain herself, and Riley Swift was doubled over in laughter.
“Riley ” yelled Brittany, accidently so loud her voice echoed in the corrider. Riley immediately got solemn, and then pulled Brittany’s arm toward her dormitory room. “Riley, where are you taking me?” asked Brittany, but Riley just put her finger to her mouth and made the “shh” gesture. Finally, they stopped at the big, brown bulletin board. Riley pointed to a drawing of a girl with long hair reading. “So?” said Brittany.
“Not that, Britt,” said Riley. “the message next to it.” Brittany looked over at a poster listing times of a concert. And bus times. But what Brittany couldn’t help noticing wasn’t the fact that the concert was tonight, or that it was in Rankin Park, which was literally two minutes away, but that the concert was for the band who had at least a million CDs sold out on the first day of releasing; Angelz. They were the best girls band for miles, who lived in the same town as White Willow Oak Boarding School For Girls. Brittany’s eyes grew big as she turned to see Riley. “So…,” said Riley, “Annette, Kristy, Jade and Chloe all are going. They asked if we wanna come. I said we’d come, but of course I have to make sure with you. You don’t have dance today, do you?” she asked, but for some reason, Riley looked annoyed.
“Nope, no dance,” said Brittany brightly, but added, “why do you look so annoyed?”
“Kaylee Birston.” said Riley absently. Brittany knew nothing was wrong. Every since Brittany moved to White Willow (three months ago), Kaylee Birston had tried to win Brittany over, but Brittany knew somehow that Kaylee was mean and spoiled, always getting poor grades, and of course, being rich. But Brittany herself was rich, and she knew tactics of other rich girls, so she had known better than to be “friends” with Kaylee. So Kaylee turned against her own wishes and now made fun or annoyed Brittany and her friends whenever they passed them. But thank goodness, Kaylee wasn’t in any of their classes, whereas Annette, Kristy, Jade, Chloe, Riley and Brittany were in the same class; There were exactly three buildings for two grades: seventh and eighth in the first (where Brittany and her friends were), ninth and tenth, and one for eleventh and twelfth. Each building had two floors, with classroom on one floor, and dormitories on the other. On the second floor, where Brittany and Riley were, had the dormitories. There were five groups for this floor: Teal, Gold, Silver, Gray, and Navy. Kaylee and her clad of friends were in Gray, while Brittany and her friends were in Gold. Each group had their own teachers downstairs, so no one in Gold and Gray had the same teachers. There was a whole different building for lunch. This tells just how well White Willow’s business is.
“So…shall we go and tell the others?” said Brittany. She walked toward the Gold Group Lounge. When Brittany has first seen the lounge, she thought she was dreaming. There were couches everywhere, a soda machine that was loaded with the best and sweetest drinks, vending machines with candy and chips and packets of mini powdered donuts that Brittany loved, and a sign up sheet for various activities that matched with the weather. And to top it off, the walls were a splendid color of rich gold, that shined brightly whenever light was shined from the windows. There was a microwave, a T.V., and a DVD player, and not to mention a glass case that was four feet high, stacked with DVDs of the latest (and classic) movies, stacked all according to genre: horror, drama, action, and fantasy. But, as always, there was one downside to all the freedom: uniforms. The uniforms were the school’s colors, white and light gray. All the girls had to wear a white short-sleeved top with long white pants and a light gray sweater to wear if it got cold. One good thing about the dress code was on the weekends, Tuesday and Thursday you could wear anything of your choice. On weekends, you could order pizza using the phone in your Groups’s Head’s office. The Gold Group’s Head was Mrs. Pratinly. She was a tall woman with black hair in a tight bun, and wore a lot of gray. She was very nice, but if you got on her bad side, let’s just say you aren’t a lucky person. The popularity of Brittany and her friends grew steadily over the weeks, until Brittany was liked by every girl in the Gold Group, known as a straight A student by every Gold teacher, and only Kaylee had only anything to say mean.
As they approached the lounge, they heard lots of chatter and excitement. Milly Strants, a nice but brown haired shy girl, walked up toward them and said, “Did you sign up for the bus?”
“Bus?
“Yeah, the bus For the Angelz concert tonight I just signed, and there were only a few spots left ” she said with excitment.
Brittney and Riley rushed over to the stampede, which was slowly lessening every minute. By the time the girls reached it, they saw every line filled with names.
arrgh, no indents, i hate that. like it?

“Here we go doll,” shouts Eddie “62nd street.” He helps get my luggage out of the trunk and I can’t believe what I am seeing. A green velvet rug leads into the doorway with a matching canopy overhead. A posh looking man stands by the door. I have only seen these images in movies, but not anymore. I’m here and this is all real.
“Well enjoy your new life in fabulous New York City,” shouts Eddie as he closes his cab door.
“Thanks. Give my love to your ex wife,” I laugh.
“Ah good old English humour,” He shouts as he drives away.
The man by the door approaches me. He’s wearing a chauffeur hat, a smart looking suit and unbelievable shiny black shoes. I swear if I looked down I would see my face in them.
“Hi, madam,” he says “I’m Maurice, may I take your bags?”
“Oh, yes please.” I say with a curtsey. I don’t know why I curtsied it just felt like the right thing to do.
I could get used to this doorman thing. I have never experienced it before. Back home, in Cambridge, it’s not an everyday occurrence. Although it would be great if it was. Imagine it was; you would drive home from a hard days shopping and just leave your bags in the car. Proceed straight through your front door and into your kitchen, pour yourself a glass of wine and point your hand in the direction where you want your very own “Maurice” to put your bags.
I open the door and this place is like a palace. The same green rug covers the whole floor and over to the left is a large marble desk. There are two cream sofas placed upon what looks like an expensive Persian rug. It looks better than my old family room back home and it’s only reception! I walk over to the desk and ring the little gold bell sat on top. The man behind the desk is on the phone.
“Yes ok Mom, I won’t be out late. I gotta go I have a resident to attend to. Yes I love you too.” He put the receiver down and I try, unsuccessfully, not to laugh.
“She worries about my cats,” he says, “You know if I’m out all night partying. I don’t live at home.”
“Ok,” I laugh, “I’m, Sophie Smith, I’m renting out apartment 225.”
“Sophie, lovely to meet you. I’m Eugene.”
His name matches his description perfect. He has blonde hair that sits in a middle pattern and is tucked behind his ears. His glasses are as thick as two milk bottle bottoms and he is wearing a checked shirt with braces and fawn granddad trousers. He looks out some paperwork and asks me to sign then hands me a key.
“Thank you, Eugene.” I say and I walk toward the lift.
I hear a bang and I turn to see poor old Maurice struggle to navigate through the door with my luggage. Maybe I should go help. No, not this time. I mean I should just enjoy the experience and after all it is his job. He would probably be offended if I ask. I enter the lift and press the number four button. When the doors re-open all I see is rows of doors and the same green carpet. I walk down the hallway looking from left to right trying to find my number. Finally all the way at the other end I find my new home. I put my key in the lock and turn.
There is a large hallway before I even get into the family room. Hanging on the walls are expensive art pieces. I think they are worth something; I’m not an art lover. To my left are three doors. I open the first and see it is a bedroom. It’s beautiful. There is a large four poster bed straight ahead; behind it is a huge window with stunning cream curtains that drape all the way to the floor. I close the door and open the second. It’s a bathroom with the biggest bath I have ever seen. It has two sinks. Why two? Maybe one is for washing and the other for brushing your teeth. That’s what they probably do in New York. The toilet seat is gold, not real gold but in colour. I hope it’s not real, if it is, I will be scared to use it!
Time for door number three. I feel like I’m on Blind Date. It’s an old TV programme back home where you have to sit behind a screen and choose a mystery date from men numbered one to three.
It’s just an empty space. I could use it for a walk in wardrobe. Feeling pleased with myself that I already feel at home, I walk down the hall and into the large open planned family room and kitchen. I don’t even notice the kitchen at first because to be honest I’m not much of a cook. Believe it or not.
Straight ahead past the chocolate brown corner sofa and plasma on the wall is a huge bay window which opens out onto a balcony. I walk out and the sight takes my breath away. Central Park! How did I not see that down at the door?

“Here we go doll,” shouts Eddie “62nd street.” He helps get my luggage out of the trunk and I can’t believe what I am seeing. A green velvet rug leads into the doorway with a matching canopy overhead. A posh looking man stands by the door. I have only seen these images in movies, but not anymore. I’m here and this is all real.

“Well enjoy your new life in fabulous New York City,” shouts Eddie as he closes his cab door.

“Thanks. Give my love to your ex wife,” I laugh.

“Ah good old English humour,” He shouts as he drives away.

The man by the door approaches me. He’s wearing a chauffeur hat, a smart looking suit and unbelievable shiny black shoes. I swear if I looked down I would see my face in them.

“Hi, madam,” he says “I’m Maurice, may I take your bags?”

“Oh, yes please.” I say with a curtsey. I don’t know why I curtsied it just felt like the right thing to do.

I could get used to this doorman thing. I have never experienced it before. Back home, in Cambridge, it’s not an everyday occurrence. Although it would be great if it was. Imagine it was; you would drive home from a hard days shopping and just leave your bags in the car. Proceed straight through your front door and into your kitchen, pour yourself a glass of wine and point your hand in the direction where you want your very own “Maurice” to put your bags.

I open the door and this place is like a palace. The same green rug covers the whole floor and over to the left is a large marble desk. There are two cream sofas placed upon what looks like an expensive Persian rug. It looks better than my old family room back home and it’s only reception! I walk over to the desk and ring the little gold bell sat on top. The man behind the desk is on the phone.

“Yes ok Mom, I won’t be out late. I gotta go I have a resident to attend to. Yes I love you too.” He put the receiver down and I try, unsuccessfully, not to laugh.

“She worries about my cats,” he says, “You know if I’m out all night partying. I don’t live at home.”

“Ok,” I laugh, “I’m, Sophie Smith, I’m renting out apartment 225.”

“Sophie, lovely to meet you. I’m Eugene.”

His name matches his description perfect. He has blonde hair that sits in a middle pattern and is tucked behind his ears. His glasses are as thick as two milk bottle bottoms and he is wearing a checked shirt with braces and fawn granddad trousers. He looks out some paperwork and asks me to sign then hands me a key.

“Thank you, Eugene.” I say and I walk toward the lift.

I hear a bang and I turn to see poor old Maurice struggle to navigate through the door with my luggage. Maybe I should go help. No, not this time. I mean I should just enjoy the experience and after all it is his job. He would probably be offended if I ask. I enter the lift and press the number four button. When the doors re-open all I see is rows of doors and the same green carpet. I walk down the hallway looking from left to right trying to find my number. Finally all the way at the other end I find my new home. I put my key in the lock and turn.

There is a large hallway before I even get into the family room. Hanging on the walls are expensive art pieces. I think they are worth something; I’m not an art lover. To my left are three doors. I open the first and see it is a bedroom. It’s beautiful. There is a large four poster bed straight ahead; behind it is a huge window with stunning cream curtains that drape all the way to the floor. I close the door and open the second. It’s a bathroom with the biggest bath I have ever seen. It has two sinks. Why two? Maybe one is for washing and the other for brushing your teeth. That’s what they probably do in New York. The toilet seat is gold, not real gold but in colour. I hope it’s not real, if it is, I will be scared to use it!

Time for door number three. I feel like I’m on Blind Date. It’s an old TV programme back home where you have to sit behind a screen and choose a mystery date from men numbered one to three.
It’s just an empty space. I could use it for a walk in wardrobe. Feeling pleased with myself that I already feel at home, I walk down the hall and into the large open planned family room and kitchen. I don’t even notice the kitchen at first because to be honest I’m not much of a cook. Believe it or not.
Straight ahead past the chocolate brown corner sofa and plasma on the wall is a huge bay window which opens out onto a balcony. I walk out and the sight takes my breath away. Central Park! How did I not see that down at the door?
Eugene is the desk clerk and Maurice is the door man. She also mentions her name in this chapter. But I agree with the hi part I will change that

I like this girl, and she knows. She says she sees me as just a friend and in less than a month, I’ve become one of her best guy friends. I’m fine with that.

I thought she gave me signs with chocolate truffles that she bought me (her favorite), but guess not. xD She also flirts a bit.

She said she wasn’t all that she seemed, and she had family problems. She didn’t want to tell me, but I knew something was terribly wrong so I wrote her a poem of our memories and our moments together, how I am eager to talk to her and stuff, and if she would please tell me. Turns out, she told me after the poem.

Her life’s crap, and I feel really bad for her. However, she makes the most of it. My deepest sympathies went out to her, and all I keep thinking about is how I can make her feel better. She feels like nobody appreciates her, and when people say they love her, they’re white lies.

However, she likes to be touched. She’s no whore. However, at the movies, some guy was completely all over her. She’s not going to date him, but she says it’s alright and they’re just friends.

She says I’m a nice guy, a real sweet guy, and I think so “right” as she says. Are these not signs? Oh well, at this point I’m in love with her to the point where I only care about how she feels, not if I can go out with her.

So because she doesn’t believe people appreciate her, I took a poster board and got quotes from some of her friends on Facebook. They said some really nice things about her. I then cut out a heart and put her picture in it, and pasted it in the center of the poster board. On the back I wrote why I loved her.

She looked like she was about to cry, personally. Also, I heard from her friend that if she doesn’t like something she’s really stubborn and doesn’t take it. She took it. However, she didn’t say a word about it. I also heard from her friend she’s making me a gift.

I found some of the truffles she bought me, and I’m planning to give them to her on Monday as a surprise. Should I do this? What else can I do to make her feel better? The cuts she has, are simply brutal. She promised she’d try and stop to me, and I think she has so far.
I’m 15, she’s 14. We’re not sexually active ._.
She’s not like actively depressed. She acts like a happy person and all, but the cutting is a way to get away from all her problems.

I like this girl, and she knows it. She says she sees me as just a friend and in less than a month, I’ve become one of her best guy friends. I’m fine with that.

I thought she gave me signs with chocolate truffles that she bought me (her favorite), but guess not. xD She also flirts a bit.

She said she wasn’t all that she seemed, and she had family problems. She didn’t want to tell me, but I knew something was terribly wrong so I wrote her a poem of our memories and our moments together, how I am eager to talk to her and stuff, and if she would please tell me. Turns out, she told me after the poem.

Her life’s crap, and I feel really bad for her. However, she makes the most of it. My deepest sympathies went out to her, and all I keep thinking about is how I can make her feel better. She feels like nobody appreciates her, and when people say they love her, they’re white lies.

However, she likes to be touched. She’s no whore. However, at the movies, some guy was completely all over her. She’s not going to date him, but she says it’s alright and they’re just friends.

She says I’m a nice guy, a real sweet guy, and I think so “right” as she says. Are these not signs? Oh well, at this point I’m in love with her to the point where I only care about how she feels, not if I can go out with her.

So because she doesn’t believe people appreciate her, I took a poster board and got quotes from some of her friends on Facebook. They said some really nice things about her. I then cut out a heart and put her picture in it, and pasted it in the center of the poster board. On the back I wrote why I loved her.

She looked like she was about to cry, personally. Also, I heard from her friend that if she doesn’t like something she’s really stubborn and doesn’t take it. She took it. However, she didn’t say a word about it. I also heard from her friend she’s making me a gift.

I found some of the truffles she bought me, and I’m planning to give them to her on Monday as a surprise. Should I do this? What else can I do to make her feel better? The cuts she has, are simply brutal. She promised she’d try and stop to me, and I think she has so far.

I’m 15, she’s 14. We’re not sexually active.
She’s not like actively depressed. She acts like a happy person and all, but the cutting is a way to get away from all her problems.

Once again, I don’t care if me and her date. I love her so much, I only want her to be happy.

I like this girl, and she knows it. She says she sees me as just a friend and in less than a month, I’ve become one of her best guy friends. I’m fine with that.

I thought she gave me signs with chocolate truffles that she bought me (her favorite), but guess not. xD She also flirts a bit. She says sweet stuff to me, like well I guess I should go by more often to see you or stuff.

She said she wasn’t all that she seemed, and she had family problems. She didn’t want to tell me, but I knew something was terribly wrong so I wrote her a poem of our memories and our moments together, how I am eager to talk to her and stuff, and if she would please tell me. Turns out, she told me after the poem.

Her life’s crap, and I feel really bad for her. However, she makes the most of it. My deepest sympathies went out to her, and all I keep thinking about is how I can make her feel better. She feels like nobody appreciates her, and when people say they love her, they’re white lies.

However, she likes to be touched. She’s no whore. However, at the movies, some guy was completely all over her. She’s not going to date him, but she says it’s alright and they’re just friends.

She says I’m a nice guy, a real sweet guy, and I think so “right” as she says. Are these not signs? Oh well, at this point I’m in love with her to the point where I only care about how she feels, not if I can go out with her.

So because she doesn’t believe people appreciate her, I took a poster board and got quotes from some of her friends on Facebook. They said some really nice things about her. I then cut out a heart and put her picture in it, and pasted it in the center of the poster board. On the back I wrote why I loved her. The thing that disturbs me is that she didn’t even mention it on AIM when we talk saying “Oh I like the quotes” or whatever. That sort of upset me, but I’ve moved on.

She looked like she was about to cry, personally. Also, I heard from her friend that if she doesn’t like something she’s really stubborn and doesn’t take it. She took it. However, she didn’t say a word about it. I also heard from her friend she’s making me a gift.

I found some of the truffles she bought me in a store, and I gave them to her. (Truffles are her favorite) The cuts she has, are simply brutal. She promised she’d try and stop to me, and I think she has so far.

I’m 15, she’s 14. We’re not sexually active. So don’t think that >_>;
She’s not like actively depressed. She acts like a happy person and all, but the cutting is a way to get away from all her problems.

Once again, I don’t care if me and her date. I love her so much, I only want her to be happy.

She’s not leading me on. We hang out and stuff. I do this stuff for her because I want her to feel better.

The parents are the CAUSE of the problem. =\
To all those telling me to give up on her, I’m sorry but I’m not going to
Essentially, what I’m asking is what else can I do to make her feel better?

Tomorrow’s Valentine’s day, and I’m thinking of playing her a song on my guitar and singing. However, there’s something that bothers me.

My friend has been a huge cockblocker. He loves her too, and I told him I was fine with that. She’s fair game. However, he made it nearly impossible for me to see her. EVERY second I see her, he’s around her. When I give her so much as a hug, his eyes are on me. When I try and hang out with her, he gives me crap such as don’t do that. Today, I met up with them afterschool and talked to them a bit and because I got ditched by my other friends, decided to hang out with them. However, after like 20 minutes of standing and talking, he said that him and her were going to go places. I said I’d tag along, but he said it’s just a him and her thing.

I don’t understand how I go from being her great friend, and now I’m nothing to her. This guy has essentially taken over her life and is there 24/7 with her. I care about this girl deeply, but sheesh. I think I should just move on.

I like this girl, and she knows it. She says she sees me as just a friend and in less than a month, I’ve become one of her best guy friends. I’m fine with that.

I thought she gave me signs with chocolate truffles that she bought me (her favorite), but guess not. xD She also flirts a bit.

She said she wasn’t all that she seemed, and she had family problems. She didn’t want to tell me, but I knew something was terribly wrong so I wrote her a poem of our memories and our moments together, how I am eager to talk to her and stuff, and if she would please tell me. Turns out, she told me after the poem.

Her life’s crap, and I feel really bad for her. However, she makes the most of it. My deepest sympathies went out to her, and all I keep thinking about is how I can make her feel better. She feels like nobody appreciates her, and when people say they love her, they’re white lies.

However, she likes to be touched. She’s no whore. However, at the movies, some guy was completely all over her. She’s not going to date him, but she says it’s alright and they’re just friends.

She says I’m a nice guy, a real sweet guy, and I think so “right” as she says. Are these not signs? Oh well, at this point I’m in love with her to the point where I only care about how she feels, not if I can go out with her.

So because she doesn’t believe people appreciate her, I took a poster board and got quotes from some of her friends on Facebook. They said some really nice things about her. I then cut out a heart and put her picture in it, and pasted it in the center of the poster board. On the back I wrote why I loved her. The thing that disturbs me is that she didn’t even mention it on AIM when we talk saying “Oh I like the quotes” or whatever. That sort of upset me, but I’ve moved on.

She looked like she was about to cry, personally. Also, I heard from her friend that if she doesn’t like something she’s really stubborn and doesn’t take it. She took it. However, she didn’t say a word about it. I also heard from her friend she’s making me a gift.

I found some of the truffles she bought me, and I’m planning to give them to her on Monday as a surprise. Should I do this? What else can I do to make her feel better? The cuts she has, are simply brutal. She promised she’d try and stop to me, and I think she has so far.

I’m 15, she’s 14. We’re not sexually active.
She’s not like actively depressed. She acts like a happy person and all, but the cutting is a way to get away from all her problems.

Once again, I don’t care if me and her date. I love her so much, I only want her to be happy.

She’s not leading me on. We hang out and stuff. I do this stuff for her because I want her to feel better.

The parents are the CAUSE of the problem. =\
To all those telling me to give up on her, I’m sorry but I’m not going to
Essentially, what I’m asking is what else can I do to make her feel better?
I meant I found the same exact ones in a store and I bought them. Lol, not giving her the ones she bought me ._.

I like this girl, and she knows it. She says she sees me as just a friend and in less than a month, I’ve become one of her best guy friends. I’m fine with that.

I thought she gave me signs with chocolate truffles that she bought me (her favorite), but guess not. xD She also flirts a bit.

She said she wasn’t all that she seemed, and she had family problems. She didn’t want to tell me, but I knew something was terribly wrong so I wrote her a poem of our memories and our moments together, how I am eager to talk to her and stuff, and if she would please tell me. Turns out, she told me after the poem.

Her life’s crap, and I feel really bad for her. However, she makes the most of it. My deepest sympathies went out to her, and all I keep thinking about is how I can make her feel better. She feels like nobody appreciates her, and when people say they love her, they’re white lies.

However, she likes to be touched. She’s no whore. However, at the movies, some guy was completely all over her. She’s not going to date him, but she says it’s alright and they’re just friends.

She says I’m a nice guy, a real sweet guy, and I think so “right” as she says. Are these not signs? Oh well, at this point I’m in love with her to the point where I only care about how she feels, not if I can go out with her.

So because she doesn’t believe people appreciate her, I took a poster board and got quotes from some of her friends on Facebook. They said some really nice things about her. I then cut out a heart and put her picture in it, and pasted it in the center of the poster board. On the back I wrote why I loved her. The thing that disturbs me is that she didn’t even mention it on AIM when we talk saying “Oh I like the quotes” or whatever. That sort of upset me, but I’ve moved on.

She looked like she was about to cry, personally. Also, I heard from her friend that if she doesn’t like something she’s really stubborn and doesn’t take it. She took it. However, she didn’t say a word about it. I also heard from her friend she’s making me a gift.

I found some of the truffles she bought me, and I’m planning to give them to her on Monday as a surprise. Should I do this? What else can I do to make her feel better? The cuts she has, are simply brutal. She promised she’d try and stop to me, and I think she has so far.

I’m 15, she’s 14. We’re not sexually active.
She’s not like actively depressed. She acts like a happy person and all, but the cutting is a way to get away from all her problems.

Once again, I don’t care if me and her date. I love her so much, I only want her to be happy.

She’s not leading me on. We hang out and stuff. I do this stuff for her because I want her to feel better.

The parents are the CAUSE of the problem. =\
To all those telling me to give up on her, I’m sorry but I’m not going to.

I like this girl, and she knows it. She says she sees me as just a friend and in less than a month, I’ve become one of her best guy friends. I’m fine with that.

I thought she gave me signs with chocolate truffles that she bought me (her favorite), but guess not. xD She also flirts a bit.

She said she wasn’t all that she seemed, and she had family problems. She didn’t want to tell me, but I knew something was terribly wrong so I wrote her a poem of our memories and our moments together, how I am eager to talk to her and stuff, and if she would please tell me. Turns out, she told me after the poem.

Her life’s crap, and I feel really bad for her. However, she makes the most of it. My deepest sympathies went out to her, and all I keep thinking about is how I can make her feel better. She feels like nobody appreciates her, and when people say they love her, they’re white lies.

However, she likes to be touched. She’s no whore. However, at the movies, some guy was completely all over her. She’s not going to date him, but she says it’s alright and they’re just friends.

She says I’m a nice guy, a real sweet guy, and I think so “right” as she says. Are these not signs? Oh well, at this point I’m in love with her to the point where I only care about how she feels, not if I can go out with her.

So because she doesn’t believe people appreciate her, I took a poster board and got quotes from some of her friends on Facebook. They said some really nice things about her. I then cut out a heart and put her picture in it, and pasted it in the center of the poster board. On the back I wrote why I loved her. The thing that disturbs me is that she didn’t even mention it on AIM when we talk saying “Oh I like the quotes” or whatever. That sort of upset me, but I’ve moved on.

She looked like she was about to cry, personally. Also, I heard from her friend that if she doesn’t like something she’s really stubborn and doesn’t take it. She took it. However, she didn’t say a word about it. I also heard from her friend she’s making me a gift.

I found some of the truffles she bought me, and I’m planning to give them to her on Monday as a surprise. Should I do this? What else can I do to make her feel better? The cuts she has, are simply brutal. She promised she’d try and stop to me, and I think she has so far.

I’m 15, she’s 14. We’re not sexually active.
She’s not like actively depressed. She acts like a happy person and all, but the cutting is a way to get away from all her problems.

Once again, I don’t care if me and her date. I love her so much, I only want her to be happy.
She’s not leading me on. We hang out and stuff. I do this stuff for her because I want her to feel better.
The parents are the CAUSE of the problem. =\
To all those telling me to give up on her, I’m sorry but I’m not going to.

I like this girl, and she knows it. She says she sees me as just a friend and in less than a month, I’ve become one of her best guy friends. I’m fine with that.

I thought she gave me signs with chocolate truffles that she bought me (her favorite), but guess not. xD She also flirts a bit.

She said she wasn’t all that she seemed, and she had family problems. She didn’t want to tell me, but I knew something was terribly wrong so I wrote her a poem of our memories and our moments together, how I am eager to talk to her and stuff, and if she would please tell me. Turns out, she told me after the poem.

Her life’s crap, and I feel really bad for her. However, she makes the most of it. My deepest sympathies went out to her, and all I keep thinking about is how I can make her feel better. She feels like nobody appreciates her, and when people say they love her, they’re white lies.

However, she likes to be touched. She’s no whore. However, at the movies, some guy was completely all over her. She’s not going to date him, but she says it’s alright and they’re just friends.

She says I’m a nice guy, a real sweet guy, and I think so “right” as she says. Are these not signs? Oh well, at this point I’m in love with her to the point where I only care about how she feels, not if I can go out with her.

So because she doesn’t believe people appreciate her, I took a poster board and got quotes from some of her friends on Facebook. They said some really nice things about her. I then cut out a heart and put her picture in it, and pasted it in the center of the poster board. On the back I wrote why I loved her. The thing that disturbs me is that she didn’t even mention it on AIM when we talk saying “Oh I like the quotes” or whatever. That sort of upset me, but I’ve moved on.

She looked like she was about to cry, personally. Also, I heard from her friend that if she doesn’t like something she’s really stubborn and doesn’t take it. She took it. However, she didn’t say a word about it. I also heard from her friend she’s making me a gift.

I found some of the truffles she bought me, and I’m planning to give them to her on Monday as a surprise. Should I do this? What else can I do to make her feel better? The cuts she has, are simply brutal. She promised she’d try and stop to me, and I think she has so far.

I’m 15, she’s 14. We’re not sexually active.
She’s not like actively depressed. She acts like a happy person and all, but the cutting is a way to get away from all her problems.

Once again, I don’t care if me and her date. I love her so much, I only want her to be happy.

She’s not leading me on. We hang out and stuff. I do this stuff for her because I want her to feel better.

The parents are the CAUSE of the problem. =\
To all those telling me to give up on her, I’m sorry but I’m not going to.