Three friends; one special bond. G.E.N.T.I.L.L.E

Their first and last initials combined --- in order of age --- create the french word, "gentille"; that means kind and caring. A quality every friend should have. These girls became friends in kindergarten, and are still, now, in grade nine, their tenth year of being best pals; their first year of high school.

Gina Edwards

Age: Fourteen

Date: May 19th

Born In: Canada

Height: 5' 7"

Weight: 98 lbs

Hair: Brown; shoulder-length; curly; no bagns

Shoe Size: 9

Gina was running out the door Monday morning, in a hurry.

"Shut up, Daniel! I'm going to be late if you don't let me go!" She hollered as she burst out the door. She ran as fast as she could; tears pouring out of her eyes. She looked down at her fingers, clenched tightly around her school-books, as she realized that she had forgotten her backpack and lunch bag. Oh, what the heck. I'll just starve then!

"I love you too, Geen!" Daniel shouted after her. God, how she hated that man. First he stole her mother from her, now he thinks he controls her life. You're not my father you imbicil! She wanted to scream it out loud, but she wasn't that much of a brat. She knew how Daniel hated her; wished she could live with her father, away from him and his wife. Gina's mother. You frikken' stole her, you jerk! She's my mother, not yours. And I hate you for ever thinking you control my life.