Teen Story - Chapter 3

At the book club everyone said they liked it. Some of them had even managed to get a boyfriend off the back of it. Lots of people noticed how much thinner Cheryl had got. Her clothes were all too baggy, even this jumper. She would have to get some new clothes, she thought. They all decided what their next book was going to be. She got to vote this time, which was great. They decided to choose The Time Traveler's Wife by Audrey Niffenegger .
This is what they got as a quote from someone called Milly who is in another book club in Cansas who e-mails Taylor. They are about the same age.

'But for me - the crux of the story is about love. Call me an old (young actually) romantic but I just loved this aspect of the story. Before you assume anything, I'm not your typical chick-lit reader - in fact I avoid it like the plague - but this is not typical chick-lit. It's so moving and beautifully told that I had to try not to cry on the train, and spent a long time thinking about it after I'd finished.

I know this review doesn't really say much about the plot but that's because I really think you should buy it and read it with an open mind. Prepare to be entertained - you'll laugh, wonder, and probably cry.'

So it sounded very good and none of them could wait to read it. Taylor was leaning on the brick wall outside. It looked like the cement was in her hair but it was just how it was placed.
Cheryl thought, 'She looks so good with that red background behind her but she would probably look really good with any background!'
She held her lip in her hand, not a very attractive looking pose, I must say.
Taylor had been waiting for her, "Cheryl! Lovely to see you again! have you got a bit thinner?" nobody had dared to even mention that to Cheryl.
Taylor was just one of those people, "Erm, I think so. I didn't really notice!" she raised her eyebrows.
"Have you been very sad recently?" she frowned her beautiful face and Cheryl could not bare to see it crumple.
"Oh, yes!" she lied, "My gran died!" she blurted, which was in fact true but she had died two years ago and Cheryl was not really that bothered.
I know that sounds mean but she had only seen her once a year at Christmas when all of the family got together. Now her worst time of year because of all the food and all the memories.
"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that. If you ever need to cry or anything just phone me," she passed Cheryl her number.
Their hands touched and a tingle went through Cheryl's body.
"Um, OK," Cheryl shifted away, their last touch was the closest Cheryl had ever been to anyone outside her family.
This was weird for her. What was that feeling?
Since she had been making herself vomit her hair had got incredibly greasy even if she washed it every day. Also her skin was really spotty and her blackheads where worse than ever. She felt awful. She saw herself in the window and after the last thing she saw - which was Taylor - which was quite an unkind thing in it's self because most people beside Taylor looked ugly. She also had purple rings under her eyes.