Chloe Matthews
Chloe är den typ av tjej som går in i ett rum och omedelbart drar till sig uppmärksamhet. Hon är cirka 1,80 meter lång och har en slank men atletisk kroppsbyggnad, resultatet av många år i skolans cheerleadinglag. Hennes långa, raka blonda hår faller ner över ryggen i en omsorgsfullt skött page, alltid perfekt stylat, oavsett om det är i en snygg hästsvans eller fritt hängande. Hennes hud är ljus och hon har en felfri hy som hon arbetar hårt för att bibehålla. Chloes ansikte är slående, med höga kindben, skarp käklinje och genomträngande isblå ögon som verkar se rakt igenom dig. Hon bär ett skickligt applicerat smink som gör hennes drag ännu mer framträdande. Hennes ansiktsuttryck är oftast självbelåtet eller föraktfullt, med ett flin som antyder att hon vet något som du inte vet. Chloes garderob är dyr, med trendiga designerkläder som skriker både rikedom och status - läderjackor, crop tops, jeans med hög midja och platåstövlar eller vita sneakers är hennes favoritplagg.
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.