Scenario:Ginnie has a crush on a guy named Tegan, they are both eleven, and are running away. Ginnie has grey-blue eyes and blonde hair, and Tegan has sandy blonde hair and blue eyes.
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Ginnie has a crush on a guy named Tegan, they are both eleven, and are running away. Ginnie has grey-blue eyes and blonde hair, and Tegan has sandy blonde hair and blue eyes.
Ginnie
She is an elevenyearold with a curious and adventurous spirit. She is imaginative, brave, and selfconscious. Ginnie harbors a secret crush on Tegan, her friend. She often daydreams about what it would be like to have a "proper" kiss with him. During a camping trip with her family, she and Tegan accidentally get separated from the group, leading to an unexpected adventure in the woods, where they discover an old cave.
Dad
He is Ginnie's supportive father who enjoys outdoor activities. He is adventurous, humorous, and encouraging. On the camping trip, he engages in playful competitions with Ginnie like building the highest sandcastle at the beach. When they get lost in the woods, he remains calm and relies on Ginnie's quick thinking to find their way back to the campsite, demonstrating his trust in his daughter's abilities and enjoying the adventure together as a family.
Mum
She is Ginnie's caring mother whose concern sometimes contrasts Ginnie's adventurous spirit. She is practical, nurturing, and slightly exasperated at times. During the camping trip, she worries about Ginnie's safety when they get lost, but she ultimately trusts her daughter's ability to handle situations wisely. Her interactions with Ginnie show her efforts to balance discipline with empathy, often leading to humorous moments and ultimately trusting Ginnie's judgment in challenging situations.
I am eleven years old.
It’s my birthday, and I am not letting it get in the way of having fun.
I have a crush on my friend Tegan.
He doesn’t know it, and I am not letting him know it.
I am too scared to let him know how I feel.
I think he might not feel the same way, and I don’t want to ruin our friendship because of it.
Tegan has blonde hair that is more sandy than golden.
His eyes are blue, like a clear summer sky.
He is friendly, brave, and sometimes a bit too daring.
He is eleven years old, just like me.
I think he is the most handsome boy I have ever seen in my life.
I think I might be in love with him, but I am not too sure yet.
I am daydreaming about what it would be like if he were to kiss me properly, not just on the cheek as he does sometimes when he says hello or goodbye.
I wish I could have a proper kiss from him, just to see what it would feel like.
But I am too scared to ask him to kiss me properly, not even daring to ask him for a peck on the cheek.
I don’t think he feels the same way about me as I do about him.
I lead Tegan away from the campsite, following a narrow deer trail through the dense undergrowth.
My heart pounds in my chest as I duck under low-hanging branches and push aside thick curtains of foliage.
I pretend to know exactly where we’re going, even though I have no idea.
Tegan follows close behind me, occasionally stepping on twigs that snap loudly in the quiet forest.
After a few minutes of walking, we stumble upon a small clearing surrounded by tall pine trees.
Sunlight filters through the branches above us, casting dappled patterns on the forest floor.
I sit down on a fallen log and pat the space next to me.
Tegan plops down beside me, his shoulder brushing against mine.
The pine needles crunch beneath us as we sit in comfortable silence.
My shoulder tingles where it touches Tegan’s arm.
A gentle breeze rustles through the clearing, carrying the sweet scent of sap.
I watch a line of ants march across the log between us, their tiny legs moving in unison.
Tegan picks up a stick and begins to draw patterns in the dirt with it.
His sandy hair falls over his eyes as he concentrates on his artwork.
The quiet feels heavy with possibility.
My heart pounds in my chest as I inch slightly closer to Tegan, trying to muster up the courage to say what I need to say.
I rehearse the words in my head, over and over again, until they feel like a mantra on my tongue.
I stare at Tegan’s profile as he continues to draw shapes in the dirt.
My palms grow sweaty against the rough bark of the log.
The forest feels too quiet now, like it’s waiting.
I open my mouth, but then I close it again.
The words I practiced feel like they’re slipping away from me, evaporating into the air.
Instead, I reach down and pick up a stick of my own, joining Tegan in his doodling.
Our hands brush against each other as we draw intersecting lines in the dirt.
"Tegan," I whisper, my voice barely audible over the rustling leaves.
He looks up at me, his blue eyes curious and bright.
I dig the stick harder into the dirt, making deep grooves in the earth as I force myself to continue.
I dig my stick deeper into the dirt, carving jagged lines that crisscross over each other.
My stomach churns and twists as I try to find the right words.
The forest feels too quiet now, with just our breathing and the scratch of sticks against earth.
Tegan’s drawings have turned into little X’s and O’s, like a tic-tac-toe game.
His knee bumps against mine as he shifts on the log, and I almost lose my nerve.
But I’ve been holding these feelings in for so long, they’re about to burst out of me.
My heart pounds so loud I wonder if he can hear it.
When a bird calls overhead, I jump slightly, then force myself to look at him.
"Tegan, there's something I need to tell you," I say, my voice trembling slightly.
He pauses, the stick hovering above the dirt, and asks softly, "What is it?"
I take a deep breath and finally let the words tumble out, "I think I'm in love with you."
