Present 10: GWEN
Gwen had seriously thought of drowning herself in the bowl of mashed potatoes in front of her at least more then once. As she had feared, her mother was very pleased at the thought of meeting the mysterious boy that her daughter liked.
The fear had continued the moment Trent had walked in the door. To Gwens great embarrassment; her mothers smile had broadened as she shook the dark haired teens hand repeatedly. Oh thank god! I thought for sure youd have piercings and a Mohawk.
Uh no that would be Duncan. Trent had commented awkwardly looking with his eyes at Gwen. His goth girlfriend was currently slamming her head repeatedly into the wall next to her.
Dinner had unfortunately not been much better. Gwens mother had reminded Trent very much of a grown up Lindsay or Katie and Sadie, with the exception of the eeeees and the frequent bubble headed moments.