It’s weird how something as little as 4 words can change the course of History, and your whole life as you know it. “Get the hell out” The four words the leaped out of my mouth before i had time to think about if i really meant them or not. The four words that ruined everything and automatically threw me into a spot where no girl should ever have to be. Before I said them life was great; I couldnt ask for anything more. we were Hudsen Gardener and Lindsay acres. Our lifes had practically joined as one, and one of our names just didnt sound right without the others closely followed. People never asked if Hudsen was coming somewhere, and people never asked if Lindsay was coming somewhere. It was always Hudsen and Lindsay. We seemed to be participants in the teen romance of the century. It seemed like I couldn’t do anything without Hudsen holding my hand. That’s just the way we were.