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Confused Teenager By Helen Wright "Ohmygod, oh my God! What am I going to do now? Everything is falling apart, I either lose my best friend Beth or my boyfriend Tom. Its one of those awkward, embarrassing, horrible situations that makes you sick in the pit of your stomach just thinking about it. It all started two weeks ago. Tom was going away with his parents to Italy. Two weeks seemed a long time. I missed him so much, would he miss me? Would he meet some hot Italian girl and have one of those summer romances? I hoped not, I felt so depressed. I thought about him all the time and couldn't concentrate on anything. My English teacher even said that my standard of work had dipped and I had better "buck up my ideas" with the GCSE's coming up soon. That just made me worse, my friends stopped talking to me as much saying that I was such a bore. Beth found me one dinner time, sat me down and talked to me, "Look it's only two weeks, and anyway you shouldn't act as if he is your whole life. ...read more.


And my boobs I'm quite proud of them most other girls hardly have any but mine are a treat." I thought and giggled at how that sounded. I remembered an article in Glamour on how to dry your hair to make it look like Sarah Jessica Parker's and dug it out. Twenty minutes later I stood in my underwear now facing the dilemma of what else to wear trying to remember my golden rules; cover thighs and belly, show off bum, boobs and ankles, vertical stripes to add to height but nothing too tarty. I had narrowed it down to two pairs of jeans, a skirt, two tops, one jacket and three pairs of shoes. Eventually I was wearing a pair of jeans that were quite tight around the bum but baggy from the thighs down, my three quarter length sleeve shirt which had pink and purple pinstripes down it and fastened quite low, with my three inch pink strappy shoes and my denim jacket. I looked at my hair which had flopped out of style and panicked, I had only twenty minutes left I grabbed my curling tongs and called for my mum to sort it out and quickly. ...read more.


Ten minutes later Beth came running out to see if I was okay. I was really drunk by now, "You're so kind to think of me when you could be inside having fun." "No I really care about you Suzie, you're my best friend." That's when she leaned over and kissed me. I was so confused. I was stunned. I couldn't think what to do except get up and leave. As I left I heard her say "You look nice tonight." I don't know why but I remember thinking "Well my efforts weren't in vain." I don't remember anything after that. Tom has just phoned, he arrived back last night and he is coming round any minute now. I don't know what to do. So many questions; do I tell Tom and lose him? Or keep quiet and lose Beth? It's weird because I feel really awkward about the kiss but I kind of liked it. I hate myself for saying that, but does this mean I'm a bisexual or a lesbian? Oh I'm so nervous I feel sick. Oh my god! That's the doorbell. What am I going to do? I need more time. I had better open the door and face him. "Hi Tom, look I have something to tell you..." ...read more.

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