((So, for the last few chapters, I've been writing from Jen's point of view. I'm going to write from a different point of view now. Remember how I wrote at the end of the last chapter that she broke up with her old bf, Steve? Well, here's his point of view))
Steve's POV
I sat on the edge of my bed, staring at a poster of GA Bulldogs football that Jen gave me. I ran a hair through my blond hair. Somehow it didn't seem real, how she had moved. I sighed and picked up my phone, staring at the black screen. Should I text her? I missed her. A lot. My mind wandered back to the fight we had had just before we broke up. I couldn't even remember what we were fighting about. I just remembered arguing. I sighed again and turned on my phone. But before I even got a chance to text her, my mom burst into my room without even knocking. "Augh! Mom! Don't you ever knock?" My mother put a stack of freshly folded clean clothes on my bed. "Sorry hon. Who are you gonna text?" I didn't have to answer. I glanced at the poster and my mom caught the sad look that clouded my brown eyes. "You miss her, don't you?" She said softly and sympathetically, sitting down next to me, putting an arm around my shoulders. I simply nodded, scared to speak lest I should start bawling. Tears blurred my eyes as my thoughts traveled back to bitter-sweet memories. My mom gave me a side-hug. "I'm sorry, kiddo." She frowned as my tears fell to the floor. She stayed there for another moment, and knowing there was nothing else she could do, she quietly got up and slipped out of my room. I stared at the floor for a few more minutes, then wiped my eyes on my arm, picking up my phone again. I go to messages, and hit 'Dandy'. Quickly I texted miss u and hit send.((I hope you guys liked this another point of view thing))
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Random17 year old Jen, nicknamed Dandy, is moving from Georgia to Colorado, where it seems like her only friends are her three dogs and two cats. When school rolls around, the first day is anything but good. First people talk about her, then begin to trip...