He Stopped Loving Her Today
Duncan walked into the classroom, late as usual. “Mr. Rivers, I see tu have graced us with your presence.” Garret Palmer, the science teacher, said. Duncan walked to his asiento in the back of the room, siguiente to his girlfriend, Gwen. He put his arm around her as Mr. Palmer began to teach again. “Where were you?” Gwen whispered. Duncan said, “Doing stuff. Why?” Gwen elbowed him in the ribs. “Ok, don’t answer that then” She giggled. “Ahem! Duncan and Gwen. Would tu care to come out of romance land and registrarse the rest of the class?” Everyone laughed and Gwen sank in her chair. Duncan sat up straight. “Ok, Palm Tree.” Duncan said. Mr. Palmers looked as if he actually had steam coming out of his ears. He motioned for them to come up to the front. Gwen held her black sweater, smoothed the falda of her black and green dress, and walked up to the front, Duncan trailing her. "Detention tu two." Palmers said. Something nagged Gwen in the back of her mind. "When?" She blurted before she could stop herself. Palmers thought, and said, "Tonight." Then Gwen remembered her little brother, Darryl. "But I can't have detention tonight!" She said. Then she remembered that she was in a classroom. "Why not, Miss Gray?" Palmer asked. "Well, uh, my little brother Darryl goes to Georgetown Middle and there is no bus thart goes to the house. I am his ride home." She hastily explained. "Ok, then Saturday detention." Palmers agreed. Gwen let out a sigh of releif.
"Get in the car, Sunshine." Duncan said, going to pick up Gwen's litte brother. "If, I didn't have a car, I might just be
driving myself." She stated. "You still mad, Sunshine?" Duncan asked, knowing the answer. Gwen just stepped into the vehicle. The whole time Gwen sulked, until Duncan turned on the radio and their favorito! band 3 Days Grace played a song. Gwen was instantly lifted out of her bad mood. "Hey, Gwenny?" Duncan began, pulling up into Georgetown. "You doing anyhing Friday?" Gwen paused and a weird feeling crept into her somach. Then she broke into a smile. "Its Friday, Friday, Friday!" She sang, to the tune of Justin Biber's Baby. "Ha Ha." Duncan retorted. Gwen stepped out of the
vehicle in her full length black capa and squinted against the autom wind and sun. Finally Darryl came walking out of the buildingwith a... girl?
This girl had brown hair and an iPod in her hand. Darryl had one of the rosado, rosa earbuds jammed in his ear, and she had the other one. The sleve of her gray T-shirt rubbed against Darryl's shoulder. Gwen raised an eyebrow as Duncan stepped out of the car. Thats when Darryl stopped walking. He looked over, like a deer trappedd in headlights, ready to run for it. The girl folowed his gaze and whispered
something in his ear. He nodded and she turned to leave. Duncan is Gwen's boyfreind, and Darryl considers him his father. Gwen is his mother, in a way. He never had a mother, only foster parents. When Duncan and Gwen turned 17, Gwen left the foster systyem, moved in with Duncan, and Darryl moved with them. "Who was that?" Duncan asked. "Angie." Darryl dicho simply. Duncan started driving. "My girlfreind." He added. Duncan stopped the car. "Girlfreind?"
Gwen asked. Darryl shrugged. "Yeah, why?" Gwen and Duncan spun around. "It's a big deal because... she is your girlfreind! Gwen said, starting out in a monotone, and then getting really happy. "I'm in 7th grade, Gwen. It's not that bad." Gwen rolled her eyes, and they pulled into the driveway of the apartment. Beep-boop-beep! Darryl's phone went off. He picked up his phone opened it to reveal a text from Angie. But before he could read it, Duncan estola the small flip phone. "Hey, tu get abducted o something?" Duncan read. "Hey!" Darryl yelled, raching out a paled hand for the small flip phone. He jumped, grabbing the phone, just as Angie called. "Hello?" Darryl asked. "I told tu he didn't get abducted, Camilla!" Angie yelled to someone in the background. Darryl laughed and his parents gave him a strange look. "Camilla" He mouthed. "Hi, Darryl!" Camilla dicho into the phone. "Hi, Cam. Hi, Angie." He said. Duncan and
Gwen looked at each other. They knew Camilla Reed. She was a sci-fi nut and is part of the "in" crowd. But not the center. According to Darryl the center is Lindsey Conners. (A/N Not dumb Lindsey BTW) "So, is Camilla Angie's freind?" Duncan asked. "No." Darryl said. "She is her best freind." He clarified. "Ahh." Gwen said. "So, will Angie be coming over anytime soon?" Duncan asked, inserting the key to their small apartment. "No." Darryl dicho plainly. "I'm gonna go be anywere but here." He said, running up the small flight of stairs that lead to his room. His room was plain, except for the rock and punk posters. Duncan and Gwen were sitting on the marron couch, watching Don't be Afraid of the Dark. "Do tu ever worry that, because we have to raise Darryl, we are never going to be real teenagers? I mean, besides your Juvie record." Gwen added, rolling her eyes. "No, as long as we live a life, not like that loser Harold in our math class." That made Gwen laugh.
Angie paced in her room. "An, you're goning to fall through the floor." Camilla dicho from the back of the room. "That's inpossible, Cam. This is the basement!" Angie said. It was true though. She lived in a three-story mansion, and, instead of taking the third floor as her room, she chose the basement. In the corner was her wardrobe, the walls around it painted magenta. Where Camilla was sitting was Angie's bed, compeletley scattered and messed up. Clothes were thrown all over the floor, from pinks to blues to reds. The only thing that didnt look basic is the clear hanging chair in her room. Its attached to the cealing with a stainless steel chain. "Face Down in the dirt- "Hello?" Angie said, picking up her iPhone. "Darryl! Hi." She said. "Yeah. Oh. Ok. I get it. Bye." Angie was close to tears. "Darryl is moving. Duncan lost his job."
Duncan hadn't lost his job. he never had one. Duncan's parents found him. The State found Gwen. Joy.
Duncan walked into the classroom, late as usual. “Mr. Rivers, I see tu have graced us with your presence.” Garret Palmer, the science teacher, said. Duncan walked to his asiento in the back of the room, siguiente to his girlfriend, Gwen. He put his arm around her as Mr. Palmer began to teach again. “Where were you?” Gwen whispered. Duncan said, “Doing stuff. Why?” Gwen elbowed him in the ribs. “Ok, don’t answer that then” She giggled. “Ahem! Duncan and Gwen. Would tu care to come out of romance land and registrarse the rest of the class?” Everyone laughed and Gwen sank in her chair. Duncan sat up straight. “Ok, Palm Tree.” Duncan said. Mr. Palmers looked as if he actually had steam coming out of his ears. He motioned for them to come up to the front. Gwen held her black sweater, smoothed the falda of her black and green dress, and walked up to the front, Duncan trailing her. "Detention tu two." Palmers said. Something nagged Gwen in the back of her mind. "When?" She blurted before she could stop herself. Palmers thought, and said, "Tonight." Then Gwen remembered her little brother, Darryl. "But I can't have detention tonight!" She said. Then she remembered that she was in a classroom. "Why not, Miss Gray?" Palmer asked. "Well, uh, my little brother Darryl goes to Georgetown Middle and there is no bus thart goes to the house. I am his ride home." She hastily explained. "Ok, then Saturday detention." Palmers agreed. Gwen let out a sigh of releif.
"Get in the car, Sunshine." Duncan said, going to pick up Gwen's litte brother. "If, I didn't have a car, I might just be
driving myself." She stated. "You still mad, Sunshine?" Duncan asked, knowing the answer. Gwen just stepped into the vehicle. The whole time Gwen sulked, until Duncan turned on the radio and their favorito! band 3 Days Grace played a song. Gwen was instantly lifted out of her bad mood. "Hey, Gwenny?" Duncan began, pulling up into Georgetown. "You doing anyhing Friday?" Gwen paused and a weird feeling crept into her somach. Then she broke into a smile. "Its Friday, Friday, Friday!" She sang, to the tune of Justin Biber's Baby. "Ha Ha." Duncan retorted. Gwen stepped out of the
vehicle in her full length black capa and squinted against the autom wind and sun. Finally Darryl came walking out of the buildingwith a... girl?
This girl had brown hair and an iPod in her hand. Darryl had one of the rosado, rosa earbuds jammed in his ear, and she had the other one. The sleve of her gray T-shirt rubbed against Darryl's shoulder. Gwen raised an eyebrow as Duncan stepped out of the car. Thats when Darryl stopped walking. He looked over, like a deer trappedd in headlights, ready to run for it. The girl folowed his gaze and whispered
something in his ear. He nodded and she turned to leave. Duncan is Gwen's boyfreind, and Darryl considers him his father. Gwen is his mother, in a way. He never had a mother, only foster parents. When Duncan and Gwen turned 17, Gwen left the foster systyem, moved in with Duncan, and Darryl moved with them. "Who was that?" Duncan asked. "Angie." Darryl dicho simply. Duncan started driving. "My girlfreind." He added. Duncan stopped the car. "Girlfreind?"
Gwen asked. Darryl shrugged. "Yeah, why?" Gwen and Duncan spun around. "It's a big deal because... she is your girlfreind! Gwen said, starting out in a monotone, and then getting really happy. "I'm in 7th grade, Gwen. It's not that bad." Gwen rolled her eyes, and they pulled into the driveway of the apartment. Beep-boop-beep! Darryl's phone went off. He picked up his phone opened it to reveal a text from Angie. But before he could read it, Duncan estola the small flip phone. "Hey, tu get abducted o something?" Duncan read. "Hey!" Darryl yelled, raching out a paled hand for the small flip phone. He jumped, grabbing the phone, just as Angie called. "Hello?" Darryl asked. "I told tu he didn't get abducted, Camilla!" Angie yelled to someone in the background. Darryl laughed and his parents gave him a strange look. "Camilla" He mouthed. "Hi, Darryl!" Camilla dicho into the phone. "Hi, Cam. Hi, Angie." He said. Duncan and
Gwen looked at each other. They knew Camilla Reed. She was a sci-fi nut and is part of the "in" crowd. But not the center. According to Darryl the center is Lindsey Conners. (A/N Not dumb Lindsey BTW) "So, is Camilla Angie's freind?" Duncan asked. "No." Darryl said. "She is her best freind." He clarified. "Ahh." Gwen said. "So, will Angie be coming over anytime soon?" Duncan asked, inserting the key to their small apartment. "No." Darryl dicho plainly. "I'm gonna go be anywere but here." He said, running up the small flight of stairs that lead to his room. His room was plain, except for the rock and punk posters. Duncan and Gwen were sitting on the marron couch, watching Don't be Afraid of the Dark. "Do tu ever worry that, because we have to raise Darryl, we are never going to be real teenagers? I mean, besides your Juvie record." Gwen added, rolling her eyes. "No, as long as we live a life, not like that loser Harold in our math class." That made Gwen laugh.
Angie paced in her room. "An, you're goning to fall through the floor." Camilla dicho from the back of the room. "That's inpossible, Cam. This is the basement!" Angie said. It was true though. She lived in a three-story mansion, and, instead of taking the third floor as her room, she chose the basement. In the corner was her wardrobe, the walls around it painted magenta. Where Camilla was sitting was Angie's bed, compeletley scattered and messed up. Clothes were thrown all over the floor, from pinks to blues to reds. The only thing that didnt look basic is the clear hanging chair in her room. Its attached to the cealing with a stainless steel chain. "Face Down in the dirt- "Hello?" Angie said, picking up her iPhone. "Darryl! Hi." She said. "Yeah. Oh. Ok. I get it. Bye." Angie was close to tears. "Darryl is moving. Duncan lost his job."
Duncan hadn't lost his job. he never had one. Duncan's parents found him. The State found Gwen. Joy.
