Prologue
I was getting really tired of my daily routine. Wake up, change clothes,
go jogging, eat breakfast and the list goes on and on. Today was no
different; I woke up in annoyance from my alarm ticking away. I rolled
out of bed, got off my pyjamas and changed into something more comfy, my
grey top and matching baggy pants. On my way out I grabbed my bottle of
Jamaican Wat a and headed through the door. As usual I passed Mrs.
Hawkins watering her morning lilies. “Good morning Mrs. Hay” I shouted
as I jogged past her. “Good morning Haylie” she replied.
Oh yeah I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Haylie Green, I’m
fifteen years old but not for too long as my sixteenth birthday is just
around the corner. I will officially be sixteen on the twelfth of
August. Anyway I really don’t know why I jog. It’s not like I’m fat or
anything, I’m a bit slim, around 5”5 and a perfect 24” waist. Somehow I
think I’m very pathetic as I wake up early every morning and run around
the block with the hope of seeing my totally hot boyfriend Omarion. Okay
well not really, he is totally hot of course but he is not my
boyfriend, more like a huge crush.
Omarion Bradstone, the sixteen year old track star and the boy of my
twisted dreams. As I jogged past the basketball court I chose that spot
to stop and hydrate. Mainly because Omarion was on the court shooting
some hoops. “You look really beat” a voice echoed. I ignored the voice
because I knew he couldn’t be talking to me. “I’m talking to you
Haylie”. “OMG!! He knows my name” I thought to myself. Turning around to
face him I replied “Oh sorry about that but Yeah I’m seriously tired”.
“It shows” he chuckled. “His smile is so cute especially with those
perfectly white teeth” I thought. “So you live around here?” he asked.
“Yeah I do, what about you?” “I’m not exactly from this neighborhood,
but I don’t live far from here.” “Oh, so I’ve realized since you’re
always here in the mornings”. “Are you stalking me?” he laughed. “Do I
look like a stalker to you?” I chuckled. “Well no not exactly you’re
much cuter” and with that said he ran off to continue his game.
If I wasn’t mentally stable, my head would probably explode. Was I
hallucinating or did Omarion just call me cute. No I wasn’t he totally
said I was cute. Can my day get any better or what.
(To be continued)
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