Teenage Love Deceit, Hurt, and Choices

By Pearl Robinson

Follow the life of a young girl from age six to 16. Many girls can probably relate to her life. Most girls await becoming a teenager, doing things that teens do to have fun like going to the mall with friends and look at boys. Most girls dream of meeting a cute boy, dating and falling in love, or what they think is love. When Lisa turns 16, she meets Troy and begins to date. Everything was perfect initially, and then her life turned into lies, deceit, and abuse.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Pearl Robinson
• Release date: Dec 26, 2020
• ISBN: 9781393124955

Pearl Robinson

Pearl Robinson is a wife, mother, grandmother, great-grandmother, and church educator passionate about writing for God’s glory and teaching women, children, and youth about God’s love. Professionally, Pearl is a poet, playwright, and author who has published 16 books, including four children’s books. She also owns Kingdom Greeting Cards, a Christian-focused greeting card business.

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Preface

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he purpose of this book aims to bring awareness of how falling in love at sixteen is not always what a girl thinks it is. It is not about meeting a cute boy, dating, and having fun times. Tracey will learn that falling in love at sixteen can also be a false feeling of true love. It is often like living in a dream and then waking up to reality and finding out that the boy is not who she thought he was. In the end, Tracey discovers that she has a grown-up decision she has to make. This book teaches girls that God is love and they should seek  Him before making decisions. Girls will also learn the consequences of their choices. They will understand the importance of communicating with their mothers or other positive influences. Lastly, they will remember that their bodies belong to God, who truly loves them.

Introduction

Follow the life of a young girl from age six to sixteen. Many girls can relate to her life. Most girls can’t wait to become teenagers, doing things teens do to have fun, like going to the mall with friends and looking at boys. Most girls dream of meeting a cute boy, dating and falling in love, or what they think is love. When Tracey turns sixteen she meets Troy and they  begin to date. Everything was perfect initially, and then her life turned into deceit, hurt, and making difficult choices.

Chapter One

The Young and Innocent

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isa, and I stood in the bathroom in disbelief about the results of my pregnancy test. I began to wonder how I ever allowed this to happen to me. I thought about how I had allowed myself to fall in love with Troy and how I had endured the mental and physical abuse he had inflicted on me. I thought I was in love with him, but did I know true love. I was confused. With tears rolling down my cheeks, I closed my eyes and sadly asked myself, What am I going to do

My name is Tracey. The date is November 10th 1998. I stood still as my mother dressed me for school. I felt her love for me as she bundled me up in my little purple coat, scarf, gloves, and snow boots. I heard my parents talking earlier about this being the coldest day in Scranton, Pennsylvania, in ten years. I asked my mother how cold it was outside. My mother, a tall woman about five feet nine, towering over me like a tree, looked down and said, It is ten below zero. I did not understand what that meant, but it must have been freezing outside because of how I was dressed. I looked out the window; big white snowflakes were falling from the sky. It was the prettiest sight I had ever seen, but I hoped the snow would stop soon because I did not want to miss school.

Since I started school, I knew it would be my favorite place, other than home. My teacher was friendly, and I also got to spend time with my friends. As I stared out the window, I saw the bus slowly coming down the road. I called out to my mother, The bus is coming! She hurried down the stairs, grabbed her coat, and walked with me outside to ensure I got on the bus safely. We lived a couple of blocks from where the bus stopped. After getting on the bus, I waved goodbye to my mother. My best friend Lisa was usually on the bus, I walked down the aisle, looking from seat to seat, but no Lisa. I was disappointed because she was always on the bus smiling and waiting for me. The ride to school was sad.

When the bus finally arrived at school, I saw my teacher, Ms. Stringer waiting in front. She would always wait until the last bus arrived before  going inside the building. It was fun standing around, watching her smile, and hugging all her students. She would ask us to form a line, and off we would go to the cafeteria to eat. She did this just in case some of us had not eaten breakfast. Doing this was her routine every morning. Ms. Stringer was the best teacher in the whole wide world.

As soon as we were in our classroom, Ms. Stringer started us on our reading assignment. Suddenly, the door opened, and I looked up. To my surprise, it was Lisa. She handed Ms. Stringer a white slip of paper, went to her desk, and sat down. I was glad to see her because Lisa and I had been best friends since preschool. She looked at me and smiled.

When lunch time came, I could not wait to see what goodies my mother had packed for me. In my lunch box I found my favorites, a tuna fish sandwich, corn chips, an apple, and a drink. My mother truly believed that an apple a day kept the doctor away. Lisa would usually buy her lunch. When she sat down, I asked, Why weren’t you on the bus? She told me that she and her parents had been at church the night before and had gotten home late. She said her mother overslept. Lisa was always  at church. Church and God, we never discussed. When I asked my parents about church and God, they told me there are many gods, and we had the right to choose whichever we wanted to serve. They also told me that church was a waste of time and full of phony people. So, we never went. They were my parents; therefore, I only knew what they taught me. I never understood what they were saying or meant by the church was a waste of time. Lisa was always happy. I wanted to go to church with her sometimes, but my parents would not let me. I hoped one day they would change their minds.

It was Friday, November 15, my sixth birthday. My parents had planned my party. My mother had given me thirty invitations to take to school since I wanted all my classmates to come. I gave the invitations to Ms. Stringer. She passed them out at the end of the school day. My classmates were excited about my party, but their parents had to give them permission to come. My mother bought me a red dress; it was beautiful. It had white lace around the hem, sleeves, and collar.

Saturday morning, I excitedly got up and ran downstairs. I wanted to help my mother prepare for my party. My mom a invited a few grownups. I could not wait to see my grandparents, my mother’s parents. My grandparents on my father's side had died. My favorite aunt, Ruthie, and a few of my parents’ coworkers were on the list. To be able to see my aunt Ruthie will be a special birthday gift for me. My daddy said I was a big girl now, but not too big for him to call me daddy’s little girl. I loved it when my father called me his little girl.

My party was fun. We had lots of games to play. We had a lot of food. My mom had hot dogs,  pizza, chips, punch, and of course, my birthday cake and ice cream. My father played music, and all the kids entered a dance contest. It seemed like this girl, who I did not know very well, would always win. Her name was Dana. She was one of the most intelligent girls in my class, and she was a great dancer. Dana and I began to talk and became friends. Of course, she could never be my best friend because Lisa was. As my party was coming to an end, I began to open my gifts. I received money, toys, and clothes. This  party was the best party I ever had; I did not want it to end. I was sad as everyone started to leave one by one. Lisa was the  last one to leave. With a smile, she told me that she wished she had all my gifts. I told her we would share them because she was my best friend.

December 25, 1998, on Christmas day. When I woke up, I looked outside; the ground was white with snow. I thought, ‘This is a wonderful day!’ I had always heard my mother sing, "I’m Dreaming of a White Christmas," but I had never seen one. I excitedly ran downstairs, wanting to open my gifts right away. My parents were sitting at the fireplace, roasting marshmallows. ‘What a beautiful sight!’ I thought. It was like a scene from a movie. Later we went outside, made a snowman, and threw snowballs at one another. We had so much fun! We had a wonderful Christmas, just the three of us; no one came to our house because of the snow.  I did not want the day to end.

The next day the snow had melted a little. Lisa and her brother Lee were able to walk to my house. Her brother soon left, and Lisa and I played alone. Lisa and I had a lot of fun playing in the snow. We built two snowmen and threw snowballs. As we continued to play, we heard a soft voice murmuring, can I play? I looked around; it was my neighbor. I had only seen