Intro,
Hi, I'm Kaleb, a 17 year old senior, at Oyster-Mills High School. I'm pretty tall, (6' 3" to be exact,) I wouldn't exactly use the word ugly while describing myself, but you can be the judge of that. Anyways, as I was saying...
Hi, my name is Kaleb Brunnings... and I have been cursed.
Chapter One- "How I Knew."
I didn't use to believe it, the whole "curse" thing, but I soon became sick of being going out with a girl one day, and her disappearing, or being paralyzed, or God knows what the next.
Take sophomore year for example. Ah yes, sophomore year. No longer the under class-men, but not yet to the point of graduation. The perfect medium. And, the point where everyone in the class is fully over their awkward pubescent stages, and their potential of being called somewhat more then "decent looking" was released.
Two words: Morgan Freeman. No, not the amazingly legit black guy. This one is...hotter. And not even just "hot."
This girl was downright sexy.
It all started the summer before 10th grade actually. My friends and I sitting around at our city pool, scoping for future girlfriends...wives..etc., when she walked in. Her brown, wavy hair blew in the warm summer breeze; her tan skin radiating from against her buttery yellow cover-up. I noticed that she had no tan lines, no freckles, or anything that the "typical" girl has. And (of course) nothing was wrong with her naturally vibrant, white smile. (Although some people are suspicious; her mother works at a dentists' office and has access to teeth-whitening methods..) But I didn't care. Her perfectly pouty lips spread open to reveal her blinding smile, while she lifted the peachy palm of her hand in an effortless wave. I watched in amazement, until I realized exactly who it was she was waving at. I quickly looked away, my face flushed from being caught staring at her. And, I'm pretty sure my mouth was gaping as I watched her.
Shit.
But she didn't seem to care. She lifted a pair of over-sized sunglasses out of her bag, and slid them on as she walked towards my friends and I. As her bronze sandals hit the pavement, one after another, inching her closer to us; closer to me, all my friends started giving me their version of a "friendly" punch.
(Although, I'm pretty sure when you have 20 pounds of muscle on your arm alone, their wasn't going to be anything less than a painful punch...)
Morgan giggled as she slid onto the bench next to me, removing her sunglasses to reveal her stunning, grey-blue eyes that stood out like lightning bolts against her skin.
"Hey guys," she said, glancing over at my friends, "Hey Kaleb."
The way she said my name, separating it from the others, made the hair on the back of my neck rise. I did my best to remain calm and reply with a simple "Hi," but it got lost in my throat as her icy eyes made contact with mine. I cleared my throat and tried again...
"Hey Morgan," I said followed by an awkward smile. I wan't to punch myself.
But she laughed, and closed her eyes, which made me smile. Her eyes opened again and looked straight into mine. Her beauty almost took my breath away. I had to keep myself from passing out when she opened her mouth to speak again.
"Hey, uhm, would you maybe want to..hang out sometime? You know, just you and me..no one else?"
She gave a shy smile and nodded her head towards my friends. They all had their elbows on the table, leaning forward in anticipation of my response. They looked like 7 year olds. I re-focused my attention on the beautiful girl in front of me.
"Yeah, uh sure, that'd be great," I said, rambling slightly.
I smiled as naturally as I could as she returned her sunglasses to her face and stood up from our table.
"Okay, good. Well, bye guys! Kaleb, text me when you're free," she said as she winked at me.
And with that, she was off. I, along with all other members of the male species, watched her as she left the pool, her hips swaying slightly with every step. As she disappeared into the exit, I saw many necks crane as they tried to get one last glimpse of her. I don't exactly remember what happened after that; seeing as it was a blur of punches and hollers coming from different directions as my friends attacked- I mean "celebrated" me. Ghram Conner, my best friend since 5th grade, attempted to lift me onto his shoulders.
He failed.
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Thank yooou! This is just chapter one, which is kinda hard to believe because it's sooo lengthy. Sorry about that! Comment and tell me whatchya think, and let me know if I should continue! Not much of the plot has been revealed yet, but it will in the next chapter if I upload it. (;
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