My young life

chapter one

We have all heard about the greatest love stories of all time, most of them involving princesses and princes. Most of them had happy endings and some very sour and sad endings if not tragic for instance, the Romeo and Juliet story. But when telling the love stories everyone forgets to tell the small details like what happened before the couple met? How did they stay the time? Because they just skip to the part where they say ’and they lived happily ever after’. It does not seem to be that magical and happy. Did they face any sort of wrangles? But mostly all they ever tell us is how they met, how they began pining after each other, how they fought for each other and how they finally got together. But not everyone gets such a story. So many sweet and even too great stories have gone untold. All stories deserve telling no matter how good or how bad because there is some closure in telling a story. But this is not what this story is about. There is no out of this world love in this story, just a girl trying to find herself. That girl is me, and this is the story of my young life as I worked through the ropes of romance and the whirlpool of emotions to get my big love story.
Ever since I was young, I have been a curious girl. I was a brilliant, curious kid, and I bothered a lot of people with my numerous questions. Many questions either remained unanswered or were answered unsatisfactorily especially when the topic veered off toward sex. It is a topic that no one talked about usually, but once you became of age, you were expected to know all about it magically by society. It is still the same with love, different for everyone, but everyone expects you to find love and settle at some point in life. Usually, they say that one has only a maximum of two soul mates in the universe. Though science does not support the theory since love is quite an enigma that cannot be fully understood it has to be felt. Therefore, as for I Kaymee my theory about love is that love is love you can never know it until you experience it.
The first time I experienced love was in grade school, and the subject to my unconditional and very pure young love was Clay Jenkins. I was around seven years at the time, and I just wanted to see him all the time and do things I wished to do with him like playing house. I prayed that my super strict parents wouldn’t know what I did with him. It was the purest form of love I had ever experienced that is until I was whisked away to boarding school. At boarding school, I forgot all about Clay. I don’t even know where he is right now, but I hope he is well. At boarding school, I developed a crush that would occupy my brain throughout grade school, junior high and high school. Quite extensive it was, and the boy’s name was Wayne Collins. He had very blue eyes and an entrancing smile that always made me shy whenever I was around him and his hair was always fabulous it looked even good when he had just woken up.  I became more fidgety when he was made my desk mate, and it was quite thrilling to me, to sit next to my crush but I adapted somehow.
Then came high school, and I was still fawning over Wayne while I began the journey of discovery. I had a short spat with a girl which kind of confirmed my sexuality. I was straight, but Lennar was quite a storm that made my life in high school quite fun and very memorable. We would sneak around in the night and do stuff together. In the second year of senior high school, I met Knight, the boy who took my virginity. It was neither awful nor a pleasant experience nor was it a painful one thus I couldn’t quite classify it.
All in all, I had lost it.  Henceforth, I maintained high standards of ethical and moral behavior until I graduated from high school. While I waited for my college application to go through I had a short romantic spell with some college guy. It was a short-lived romance as he disappeared as soon as he had gotten under my skirts and then I realized I had been lied to and used since I did not even know his name, but I bet it was something sort of Aaron. After that incident, I swore to stay chaste and to steer off light romance as it would only endanger my heart. Little did I know what was awaiting me on campus was more than my plate could hold. My name is Kaymee Maria Maxwell, and I am about to narrate the story of my young life in campus.