The Chance to Change

Prologue

    This is the story of my birth. Not my literal birth- in the hospital, me red and exploding with fits of tears.

Nope. 

This is the only slightly-less embarrassing version of I, Keatalyn Ross- or as some of my friends call me Keat, Ken, Kean, K-Pop, Ross, and my personal favorite (cue the eye-rolling) Ka-boom.

    I have 5 over-protective, slightly embarrassing, and most of the time annoying older brothers. Charlie, Adam, Ben, Brian, and Jerrad.

Charlie is a junior at the local university. He used to be the star quarterback in our high school's football team. Got a scholarship for the last game-winning pass.

Adam is a sophomore at that same University, and is known for the most homeruns, in a season, our baseball team has ever seen.

Ben is a freshman at a community college in California. It was bound to happen. 'A cheaper college with cooler girls', he had said. He had the fastest pair of legs this side of the world. But he wasn't known for track per se. His flirtatiousness had gotten him in a lot of beds his senior year of high school. Though I never said I was proud, that's Ben for you.

Brian- or Bri, as his friends call him- is a senior at my high school, and is often said to be able to beat a shark in a race. He was best known for swimming, but his ultimate passion is golfing. And even though I thought- no, I KNOW that golf is the most boring sport to have ever existed, I still go to most of his golf tournaments.

It's mostly because of how close I am to him. Our two year age difference means nothing. His personality is that of a teddy bear's and I love him to death. Then there was Jerrad.

    Though Jerrad has a calm demeanor, there are little parts of him that bug the crap out of me. Like the part where he steals all the chocolate chips, or takes away my candy and says that ' You wouldn't want coach to find out, would you?' To which I always reply with a grunt and an eyeroll, because he's right. If coach ever finds out about my diet, he would kill me...

    Another thing that annoys me about Jer, but I know shouldn't, is the fact that his friends practically live over at our house. I know that this is very hypocritical of me, since I do the same thing, letting my friends over, but they're not here ALL THE TIME.

I mean seriously, don't they have families of their own and houses of their own to get back to? Jerrad is a junior, and could take Mohammad Ali in a fist fight, though my brother was known for wrestling.

    My family is very competitive, but the most competitive is Jer. He takes his wrestling head on. Him and his six-foot-one glory. Although, my five-foot-nine would be able to take him. It was just Jer's 6'3"-lean-mean-ten%-body-fat,-all-muscle-and-a-bag-of-chips best friend I probably couldn't.

    I'm a sophomore at Rosemond High. For ten years I have lived at Sacramento, and for ten years I have played my dream. Soccer.

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    Although my brothers and I like different sports, basketball has always brought us together.  I guess this is where Jerrad's friend comes into play.

    When I was in 1st grade, my entire family moved. Me, my brothers, my dad, and my old dog- Sally the bear.

We moved across the country from Chicago, Illinois. I guess that day I was especially depressed from leaving all of my little 'friends'. That consisted of about 1 person, her name was Lillian, and she was pretend. I had made her up because I had no friends in Chicago.

My only friends were my brother. And when we moved, my dad said that she stayed in Illinois. Since I was sad, my brothers decided to cheer me up by setting up a quick game of basketball.