spending summer with the guy i dream about and my boyfriend... can't be good!

spending summer... can't be good! HELP

hey, as you know, spending summer.... can't be good! is ending soon. sad, i know :( so i've had a few ideas and here's the 2 that i've decided to maybe post. so i need ur help.. which of these do you think i should post or maybe neither and maybe suggest an idea...

choice A:

School is all a game. Trust me, it is. Don't let parents, teachers, or anyone tell you it's a place for learning because even though it may seem like it, it's really all a game. My name is Chamberlyn Ridges. I'm 17 and a junior. I've known 'the game' existed since I was in my freshman year. I was naive and didn't know anything. A boy, his name Dale Goodwin, asked me to be a part of the game. I agreed, not seeing in the harm in it. Boy, was I wrong. I should've known that once you join, you can never leave. That is, until you graduate high school.

Have you ever heard of the game snap? You know, people wear those colored jelly bracelets and each bracelet has a meaning. Well, at my school, we call them the 'devil sins' bracelet. We see those bracelets as sins. If you have them, you want your concious to be cleared of them, or rather your hand. At our school, there are people who have won the position of being 'devils'. They're usually male juniors or seniors. Those 'devils' free you of your sins. They snap the bracelet and you have to so whatever the bracelet meaning is.

Yellow means the 'devil' will be recieving a hug.

Pink means the 'devil' will be recieving a hickey.

Orange means the 'devil' will get a kiss.

Red means the 'devil' will get a lap dance.

Green or blue means the 'devil' will get oral sex.

Clear means the 'devil' gets to choose whatever they want.

Black means the 'devil' will be receiving regular sex.

White means the 'sinner' must flash whatever they have.

Glittery blue means that the 'sinner' will be preforming anal sex to the 'devil'.

Glittery purple means that the 'sinner' and 'devil' shall french kiss.

Glittery clear means that the 'devil' can feel up the 'sinner'.

So those are the color. At my school, it's mandatory to have all colors on your wrist. You can never escape the game. You have to finish it. If I'd known that this is what the game would bring, I would've never joined. I remember the day I realized how dangerous this game really was.

-flashback-

"Hey darling, I snapped a green," Dale Goodwin said. He dangled the snapped bracelet in front of me. He was a junior and I was a freshman.

"What's that mean?" I asked.

"Oral sex, babe," he said, grinning.

"But I don't know how," I said. He laughed.

"It's alright. I don't care," he said, taking my hand and dragging me off to the boys' locker room.

"Never mind, I quit this game," I said, trying to pull away. He smiled.

"You don't know what you've gotten yourself into, have you?" he asked. I shook my head. "You can never quit once you begin until you graduate high school." My eyes widened and I yanked my hand away hard.

"No!" I said. He frowned.

"It's okay if you're not experienced. You'll pleasure me, I'm sure," he said. Tears rolled down my eyes as he dragged me into the locker room.

-end-

I remember that day so well. Everything changed after that. I was no longer innocent Chamberlyn. I had given my first oral sex to a boy and it wouldn't be my last. I still know Dale. He's actually my boyfriend, but he knows I'm still in the game and doesn't mind me sleeping or having sexual encounters with a boy. I don't love Dale. I don't even like him. He's just slightly attractive. The only reason I'm with him is because everyone knows him. Knowing that I'm with him, the other boys back off when they snap a bracelet of mine. Which is good. I don't want to go too far with a boy. It may be surprising, but I'm still a virgin. I keep my bracelet well hidden and walk swiftly away when I notice a boy heading my way. It's the only way to avoid these things. I have this year and then I'll be a senior and then it'll all be over.

choice B:

"Hi, I'm Kendall Lane. I'm looking for a West Greene," I said. The lady sitting at the desk aruptly stopped clicking and clacking on her keyboard obnoxiously and looked up at me, raising her eyebrows. Her wrinkly fingers, that looked as if she soaked them in water for hours, raised themselves and brushed away a strand of gray hair.

"Mr. Greene is in the door on the first left," she said. Her voice was harsh and didn't sound grandmotherly like she looked. I smiled and nodded, walking towards the door. I did a short knock and invited myself in. The room was rather warm, but looked too cold. All business and empty of any pictures to indicate a family at home. Someone cleared their throat and my eyes flickered over to the man sitting down behind his desk. His hair was thinning, but I could tell he used to have blonde hair. His brown eyes looked tired and strict.

"How can I help you?" he asked. His voice seemed cold and too orderly. I pulled a folder out of my bag and placed it before him, a smile on my face. He cautiously took it and opened it, examining the papers inside. I saw as emotions passed on his face. Shock was the one that was the most obvious.

"What is the meaning of this?" he demanded. I smiled.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"What is this?" he asked.

"The facts are all there, Mr. Greene," I said kindly.

"No, this isn't true," he said, shaking his head vigoriously. I laughed.

"Oh come on, it's all true," I said. "And you know it. Right, dad?" His face winced at the word.

"You're not my daughter," he insisted.

"Is it so hard to believe that you got my mom pregnant and left her?" I asked, trying to keep calm.

"This isn't real, it's a fake," he said. I shook my head.

"No, it's all real. Don't worry, I won't tell anyone. I have no intentions of telling the world that my dad switched me with a baby boy at birth because he didn't want me. I don't want anything from you," I said. "I just want you to know I'm glad you gave me up because I would never want a father like you." I took the folder from him and put it back in my bag.

"Wait, you're lying," he said. Wow, he is so stubborn. I shook my head, getting annoyed.

"I'm not and you know it. Admit it Mr. Greene, I'm your daughter and even though you and I hate it, the tests don't lie. Goodbye," I said. I turned on my heel and left before he could say anything. I smiled to myself. I took it rather well. Finding out that your boyfriend's dad is actually your dad is a tough thing. It's tougher when you find out that your dad didn't want you so he made a switch and got a baby boy instead while abandoning you. I walked out of the building and saw someone who always could bring a smile to my face. His brown hair was in disarray from the wind.

"You okay, Ken?" he asked. I smiled.

"Yeah," I said. And I was.

alright, those are the 2 choices... so plz pick one or tell me if u want me to finish the other stories i've started... neither of these have titles so when u choose the one you like, it'd be appreciated to also suggest a title. thanks :)