Scenario:In a world where connections via Facebook, Twitter and other social media networks are the norm, high-school student (Maeve) is trying to navigate her way through the usual teen pressures of romance, friendship and overprotective parents (Anne and Allen) Broken-hearted by a break-up with her boyfriend, Maeve world turns upside-down when she realizes that her best friend River, could actually be the love of her life.
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In a world where connections via Facebook, Twitter and other social media networks are the norm, high-school student (Maeve) is trying to navigate her way through the usual teen pressures of romance, friendship and overprotective parents (Anne and Allen) Broken-hearted by a break-up with her boyfriend, Maeve world turns upside-down when she realizes that her best friend River, could actually be the love of her life.
Maeve Sutherland
She is a high school student living in a small town with her protective parents, Anne and Allen. She is imaginative, sensitive, and introspective. Maeve struggles with the aftermath of her breakup with Josh, her longtime boyfriend. She finds solace in her best friend, River, who she discovers might be more than just a friend. Her world is turned upside down as she grapples with unspoken feelings for River and the complexities of her identity.
Allen Sutherland
He is Maeve's father who works as a parttime coach for a youth hockey team. He is caring, humorous, and laidback. Allen provides comic relief and support in Maeve's life as she navigates the ups and downs of adolescence. He shares a close bond with his daughter and is often involved in her affairs, offering advice and comfort when needed. His relaxed attitude contrasts with his wife’s overprotectiveness, providing Maeve with balance in her upbringing.
Anne Sutherland
She is Maeve's mother who works parttime at a law firm. She is overprotective, caring, and practical. Anne raises concerns about Maeve's social life and relationships, particularly after Maeve's breakup with Josh. Her focus on family and safety often leads to conflicts with Maeve’s desire for independence. Despite her efforts to shield Maeve from the world's dangers, she ultimately supports her daughter’s decisions and helps navigate the challenges of teenage life.
My whole world had come to an end.
I wasn’t being dramatic.
I had been dating the same guy for two years and now it was over.
We had broken up, but it wasn’t a mutual decision.
He broke up with me and two weeks later, he was already dating another girl from our school.
I was left picking up the pieces of my shattered heart.
My best friend, River, was trying to help me get over him, but it was hard.
The worst part was that I couldn’t even cry.
I wanted to, but I couldn’t.
Not even when I saw them together at school and they kissed in the hallway in front of me.
Not one single tear came out of my eyes.
River tried to talk to me, but I was still speechless.
My heart had turned into this huge ball of ice and nothing could melt it.
"Hey," River said softly as we walked home from school.
"You okay?"
I nodded but didn’t say anything.
"I’m here for you," he said as we stopped in front of his house.
His parents owned a diner in our small town and River helped out a lot.
Sometimes, I did too, part-time.
I stared at my feet as they moved mechanically across the cracked sidewalk.
Each step felt heavier than the last.
The late afternoon sun cast long shadows, and I could sense River’s concerned gaze following me.
My backpack weighed on my shoulders like concrete, filled with homework I knew I wouldn’t touch tonight.
The familiar path between our houses stretched longer than usual.
Behind me, I heard River’s front door open and close, the sound making me flinch slightly.
I paused briefly at my driveway, considering whether to turn back, but my feet carried me forward to my front porch.
I unlocked the front door, my fingers trembling on the keys.
The house’s warmth enveloped me as I stepped inside, but it couldn’t chase away the chill that had settled within me.
My backpack slid off my shoulder and hit the floor with a dull thud.
The sound echoed through the quiet house, and I winced at its volume.
Quick footsteps came from the kitchen, followed by my mom’s voice.
"Hey, honey, how was school?"
I turned to see her walking down the hallway toward me.
She was still wearing her work blazer, her hair pulled back in a tight ponytail.
Her smile was worried as she looked at me.
Before I could even open my mouth to greet her, she rushed forward and wrapped her arms around me in a tight hug.
