Who Knew?
Prologue
I guess you could consider me a 'jock'. I play softball,
volleyball, tennis, basketball, and cross country. I've got
plenty of friends, even though I'm almost always busy with
sports and school work. I'm only in 8th grade, and I'm 13
years old. But I mean, I've been told plenty of times that
I'm mature for my age. That's mostly why I hang out with
almost all high-schoolers. But I'm not complaining. I'm
only 5"2', and I've got long, auburn hair down to
the middle of my back. My eyes are a deep hazel; green and brown.
I don't like wearing a lot of make-up; just eyeshadow and
mascara and eyeliner on some occasions. I'm actually in
pretty good shape; a six pack finally. I'm not too girly, but
I do have my moments. There's this boy; Ryan Massoels, and
boy is he pretty much the complete opposite of me. He's 17,
soon to be 18, and he's a senior. He smokes pot all the time,
isn't all that athletic, and all he cares for is s/x. He
doesn like to play basketball occasionally, but never in a
serious competition on an actual team. But I mean, come on now.
Boys? They aren't really my thing. I mean, how could I worry
about having a relationship when I barely even have time for my
friends? It almost seems impossible right? Wrong. My name is
Kaylyn Maree Jones, the 13 year old 8th grader, and I fell in
love Ryan Massoels, the soon to be 18 year old senior.