I don't want to fight

Gwen’s P.O.V
I woke up in a very uncomfortable position. I lifted my head off what I was leaning against. I rubbed my eyes and saw Duncan. I smirked remembering we were too tired from climbing the tree, to go walk home. I sat up and stretched my arms and legs. I stood and started walking around the huge tree. Just walking around in circles, knowing Izzy was dying to tell someone that I like Duncan. Then my phone started vibrating in my pocket. It was a text from Bridgette
Gwen!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Why is she texting me at this time? I texted her back
Whoa lots of exclamation...

I woke up the seguinte morning rather groggy. I rubbed my forehead and looked out the window to see that we were still in Drumheller. Now that confused me. Along with the fact that I didn't remember my own birthday yesterday. I mean, I turned eighteen. That's big. I'm an adult. Technically speaking. But it's like Sixteen Candles. Biologically, I'm eighteen. But physically, I still look sixteen. Sixteen. I don't feel different, and I don't look different. I was expecting some huge overnight change, but I wanted to at least feel older.

Okay, now I'm just whining.

Back to the outside, I was so confused....

ok i know bad título but yakno had to think of somethinng


duncans pov: *yeah yeah bye dude* i said walking out of my friends house sure i had a place of my n but it was no fun i was lonley my moter died in a carcrash my dad in prison or domstic abuse. i was alone my friends told me to get a grp and find a girl but they were all too well just not my type ii had a girl called coutney once but she stated dressing in red leather miniskirts and biker jackets i mean what is up with them. so i was walking down the rua when i heard crying in the ally across the road i don't kow why but something pulled...

(I know I shouldnt start a new story till I finish my other one but I don't really like how it's turning out. Well anyways here's my new story. I got the idea from seeing a 1 ano old with a faux-hawk become friends with a 1 ano old little girl wearing dark clothes at church. Hope you like it.)

(Normal P.O.V)

A small girl walked hand-in-hand with her mother and father entering the catholic church. The little girl wore a black dress with midnight blue hearts on it. She had black hair and dark blue eyes. Her father looked just like her while her mother had brown hair and black eyes.
The mothers...