aah .. peer pressure. i

aah .. peer pressure. i will have to post my 1BW submission too. its long, be warned. its about .. an ex. i need a title tho.in a bad situation. I don't know how to end it."How did it all start?""I was leaving LRS Fest with Ashley when I saw Steve standing on the curb. I hadn't seen him for a couple of years so I felt obliged to say hello him. He told me he had the perfect guy for me and gave me his screen name. We talked online and on the phone for the next four days and on Friday we agreed to meet each other. When I first saw him I thought he was very unattractive and short, but I talked to him anyway because I couldn't just leave. He asked me out and I said yes.""Why did you say yes?""Because I am dumb.""Well then it is your fault. Get yourself out of it." He hung up.I went upstairs into my room to dress for my date with my boyfriend Mark to the movies. There was a pair of jeans on the floor and I didn't even bother changing my shirt and socks. I went downstairs and put on my sneakers and jacket and found my mother to take me to the movies. She was going to a dinner party and was going to drop me off first. My mother did not know I had a boyfriend, and I was not planning on telling her in the future either. We arrived and I had said my friends were already inside the theater and I got out of the car.When I walked inside I saw Mark sitting on a bench to my right. He was wearing sunglasses and a red t-shirt that I did not suited him. I was greeted with a hug and a kiss and he handed me my ticket. We were going to see "Lost Souls." It was a thriller about Satan and exorcism but I decided to watch it anyway. We walked to the back row of the theater and sat down in the middle."Is this seat ok for you?""Yes, its fine.""Are you sure? Are you comfortable?""Yes, Mark, I'm fine.""I love you, Joanna."I had decided that I was going to dump him after the movie. I had told him before that I loved him, but I knew I did not love him. I didn't even like him. He was two years older than me but acted very immature. He was Buddhist and I was Christian and he would bash my religion constantly. He was also very clingy and was very dependent on me. He was happy but I never wanted a boyfriend in the first place and I had been depressed during the whole month and it needed to end.The movie was better than I had expected. We slowly made our way out of the theater and stepped outside. It was getting dark and cold so I suggested that we walk over to Joe Muggs to get some coffee. He held my hand as we walked across the street to the bookstore / coffee store and complained about his family life. That was another thing I couldn't stand about him; he was very negative and whined a lot and it would always make me feel uncomfortable.The short walk felt like ages but eventually we arrived and walked inside. I ordered a regular mocha while Mark looked for his mother who was supposed to meet him in the bookstore. When my drink was served I sat down at the nearest table, still pondering about how I would go about ending our relationship. I knew that whatever I did, Mark would be devastated but by now I did not care. I did not like him enough to even be friends and I had begun to despise him.I met his mother for the first time that night. They found me at the table and he was with his mother and younger sister. I smiled and shook hands with his mother and Mark left to go to the restroom while I made small talk with his mother. I did not like his mother either. I had never liked Mark's physical features and he resembled his mother. She was also a negative person and was crude and made dry jokes. I did like his little sister though. She was shy and timid but very charming. She wore a pink striped dress and her red hair was in pigtails. I almost felt sorry for what I was going to do because I liked his sister. But I did not want to see Mark or his mother anymore after tonight. I bought his sister a cookie and I left them at the table while I left to look for Mark.I met him outside the restroom and he gave me another kiss. God how I couldn't stand his kisses anymore. I told him I wanted to go outside the bookstore for some fresh air. We stood a corner and I took a deep breath and told him we needed to talk. Suddenly his face went white."Oh no ... you're not going to do it too now, are you? You're not going to be like all the rest of them, are you?""Mark, I really don't think this relationship can go on any longer.""Why not? It's been fine so far. It's almost been a month and we both really love each other.""Mark, I'm only in high school. I don't even thinking in terms of love yet. I haven't been happy for the past month and it started when I began going out with you. I tried really hard Mark, to stick it out and make the best of it. I figured that if I waited a little while longer it would straighten itself out but it didn't." He began to cry."How can you do this to me Joanna? You can't do this to me! Why? Why Joanna?""I don't know ... I didn't even know you before I started dating. But after getting to know you it's just ... your personality and everything. We're too different. You're just a very negative person, Mark. You're constantly complaining about your friends and your parents and how something went wrong that day and how depressed you are. And religion. I don't like how you tell me that Christianity is wrong and that Buddhism is right. I don't want to hang out with a negative person," I probably should have rehearsed this better."But Joanna ... I love you so much ... why are you doing this to me?"I didn't know what else to say. I stared at the ground and thought how this would all be over soon and that I would go home and sleep and everything would be great without Mark in my life. I thought how he was acting like a baby and that it was convenient that we didn't attend the same school so I wouldn't have to run into him everyday. I looked up and he was still crying and I almost felt sorry for him until he grabbed me by the neck and violently shook me and screamed, "YOU CAN'T DO THIS TO ME!" I immediately pushed him away and ran back to the movie theater. The last vision I had was of him still crying uncontrollably and receding into a shadowy corner and curling into a ball.I phoned my mother asking her to pick me up, but she was still at the dinner party so a friend's father came by to take me to the party. I sat in the backseat thinking about how it was finally over about the stories Mark had told me about how his past girlfriends had dumped him and what horrible people they were. That was another thing I couldn't stand about him; he would always talk about his ex-girlfriends. I would probably be a new story for him to tell his next girlfriend.goodness, what a wimp. im glad i dumped his sorry .. expletive. anybody submit fotos? i sent in these: [1] [2] [3] [4] and two more but i forget.