ever since i was little i knew that the boy for me lived across the street. but the problem was he didnt know that. his name was Ryder. Ryder Nelson<3. ever since i moved in next door and saw his gorgeous green eyes i was hooked. hooked, line and sinker. it was terrible thing, falling in love at such a young age. i was only 7.
Ryder didnt know that he was the boy i loved. at least he didnt until the 4th grade.
id been sitting in class daydreaming over how life would be after we got married when the whole class started chanting "Genny and Ryder sitting in a tree....." well you know how the rest goes.
my name, Genny, is pronounced like Jenny but my full name is Genisis. my parents are very biblical people. my Father's name is Elijah and my mothers name is Gloria. so you can see why im names Genisis. but i hate my name. thats why i hoped that nobody would find out my name and just think it was Gwenivier or something.but no such luck. on my first day, back in second grade, the teacher introduced me as Genisis. of course she would. and the terrible Mrs Inman wouldnt stop calling me that all year. then the next year she mustve convinced my 3rd grade teacher, mrs petty to do the same. because teachers are just all together horrible unless by some off chance ou get a completely awesme one like i have in 8th grade. but ill get to that later.
by the time i got to forth grade, everyone called me Genny. my best friend was Angela Masons. Angela wasnt particularly mean, but she did something awful that ruined our friendship. she was the first one to know that i had a crush on the cutest boy in school. at least in my opinion. some girls back then though it was Michael Fredricks, but i though Ryder beat him by a mile.
"Ryder Nelson? Genny dont put yoursef through that torture. Ryder is mean to all the girls. you know that." Angela warned me.
"yeah i know Angy. but i cant help it."
then the worst thing happened. Angela told her twin brother Austin. and just my luck, Austin Masons was best friends with Ryder Nelson.
little to say i havent spoken to Angela since 5ht grade when i had to barrow a pencil.
ill never forget the day he found out. i was sitting in an oak tree that was in a big circle of grass right in the middle of the parking lot. the circle had been cleared out for the flag pole a long time ago but the flag pole never got put in so instead they planted a tree. that was the place i went to think during recess and after school. and on this particular day after school i was thinking about a certain best friend that stabbed me in the back. then Ryder walked up.
"um, Genny?"
i looked down started and blushed. because he knew. and i knew he knew. and he knew that i knew he knew so he blushed to. [does that make sense?]
"yeah Ryder?"
"im not gunna tell anyone about....you know...but can you....can you not tell anyone either?" he asked. and why on earth would I tell anyone? seriously? was this kid insane?
"no i wont." i said down to him quietly.
"good." he said more to himself.
no matter how hard i tried it still got out. because Angela knew and we were mad at each other./ so of course it got out.
a few weeks after everything got out it all calmed down. the kids forgot about it. Ryder didnt. he avoided me after that. in fact hes been avoiding me ever since then. im in eighth grade and Ryder Nelson still wont talk to me. not really talk. of course we talk when we have to but besides that, were like strangers.
