Who's to say I wasn't perfect? Oh yeah, me. To the world, I was a shy, intelligent, modest 13 year old that kept to herself. To my friends, I was a spazzy, loving, caring, outgoing brainiac that cherished what she had, and never let jealousy grab her by the heart. To my teachers, I was their dream student. Straight A's, no late papers, perfect attendance, never late, never misbehaved. To myself, I was a clumsy, stupid, girl with an uncontrollable mouth that tended to speak the opinion in my brain, with no filter in between.
To most of the above's delight, boys rarely ever crossed my mind, and on the occaision they did, they were thought of as the best friends that never decided to start drama, or out-dress you, or constantly talk your ears off. -Until the summer before eighth grade. Then it all changed. As for his point of view on me... I didn't even know him, let along what he thought of me.
Love. Such a delicate thing. And in young teenagers, so fresh and so confusing at the same time. Every person wants to love and feel loved by someone at one point in time. Teenagers today pine for the love of the opposite gender. Puppy love, but love it is.
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Kaylen Adams is a one such teenager. She has left her old life behind. Middle school turned out to be a disaster. She fell victim to cupid's arrow and it tore her apart. But, she has decided to get up, pick up all her pieces and move on. She is ready to start afresh. High school holds so many adventures. Everything seems to go smoothly. She is finally happy and satisfied. Until.....
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First time writing people. This story is my own. Not copied. Please do vote, comment and follow. I will happily accept suggestions form all of you and try to improve.