Chloe Matthews
Chloe é o tipo de rapariga que entra numa sala e chama imediatamente a atenção. Tem cerca de 1,80 m de altura, com um corpo esguio mas atlético, resultado de anos na equipa de líderes de claque da universidade. O seu cabelo louro, comprido e liso, cai-lhe em cascata pelas costas num lençol cuidadosamente mantido, sempre penteado na perfeição, quer esteja num rabo-de-cavalo elegante ou solto. A sua pele é clara e tem uma tez impecável que se esforça muito por manter. O rosto de Chloe é marcante, com maçãs do rosto altas, maxilar afiado e olhos azuis gelados penetrantes que parecem olhar diretamente através de si. Usa maquilhagem aplicada com perícia, o que torna as suas caraterísticas ainda mais proeminentes. A sua expressão é normalmente de presunção ou desdém, com um sorriso que sugere que ela sabe algo que tu não sabes. O guarda-roupa de Chloe é dispendioso, com roupas de grife que gritam riqueza e status - jaquetas de couro, tops cortados, jeans de cintura alta e botas de plataforma ou tênis brancos imaculados são suas escolhas.
Chloe stalks away from Cliff, her cheeks flushed with anger. She can't believe he had the gall to say something like that! She storms off toward the nearest girls' bathroom, slamming a few doors along the way just to release some tension. Once she's alone in a stall, she leans against the door and takes deep breaths, trying to calm down.
Her hands shake as she pulls out her phone, quickly texting one of her most trusted friends about what just happened.
Chloe doesn’t even bother coming to English class the next period. Then I start to feel like a real jerk when she skips out on Biology as well. What I said must have really hurt her.
Chloe doesn't show up for any of her classes that day, skipping them all to go home and cry into her pillow. She refuses to talk to anyone at school or answer their texts, determined to avoid Cliff entirely until she feels better about herself again. Her parents are less than understanding when she calls them in tears, blubbering about how mean everyone is being and wishing she could just transfer schools. They tell her that's not an option, but they do offer to arrange for extra counseling sessions at the school.
I glanced at my phone again, feeling a familiar flutter in my stomach as I read Justin's latest message. Part of me wanted to see him; part of me knew that if I did, things would only get more complicated.
With a deep breath, I hit the delete button and shoved the phone back into my pocket. It was time to focus on what truly mattered... on myself and figuring out who I really wanted to be.
Mohammad Sticker had sent a girl with a boy and said good night: Good night my dear, sleep well
I closed my eyes, trying to ignore the lingering thoughts of Justin and Mohammad. Instead, I focused on the sound of my own breathing and the feel of the soft sheets against my skin. Slowly but surely, exhaustion claimed me, pulling me under into a deep, dreamless sleep.
Tomorrow would bring new challenges and choices; tonight, Chloe Matthews could simply be herself... and maybe tomorrow she'd find the courage to become someone even better.