Gwen Roberts

I hopped out of the shower, grabbing the towels I'd laid out for my hair and body. Today I'd be earning the final early college credits I needed.

I had a simple plan in life: finish high school within the top ten (check!), get into a good college, nothing fancy, maybe LSU or travel and get into Rice University, and then find the right guy (or girl, I'm not too picky honestly...) and settle down.

I've tried dating once or twice, but neither really worked out. One pressured me into sex, which I regretted afterwards and the other, I felt we just worked better as friends. John's a good guy, but I knew I had to focus more on my studies for now.

I sighed and cleared the condensation from the mirror. I told him that I might consider another date once I finished university and if he was still interested, but he didn't really mention it again. I feel bad for him sometimes, I don't think he has many friends besides me or Tom McCallister and maybe Janice DiAngelo...

I went to my room and dressed in my usual, sort of tomboy-ish, sort of girly style and left for school after saying bye to my mom.