Ball Girl and Racket Boy

by pinkharts

Enter the world of Kristen Gregory, where nothing matters to her except for school and tennis. When she's forced to get a job, she chooses something very obvious. She has never thought about love until a certain boy enters her world. He is perfect for her

1. Prologue: How It All Started

Author's Note- Hey, this was just a little random idea that popped into my head. Please let me know what you think of it so far!! R&R!!

Prologue

It all started with the great flurry of the greenish-yellowish flashes and the satisfying sound of the ball hitting the ground and bouncing off of a racket. You had immediately fell in love with the sport.

The great rush of excitement you felt when your favorite player wins. You clap and cheer as loudly as you can, thinking Someday, I'll be just as good. Maybe even better.

Truth be told, you had never even played a match before, much less win a match. But you didn't let that get you down. In fact, that had only encouraged you even more to try the fantastic sport out.

You remember the time when you begged your parents to get you your first racket. You were ecstatic when you saw the outline of your racket all wrapped up sitting under the Christmas tree. You could hardly wait on Christmas morning, practically ripping of the wrapping off of your present. You smiled and thanked your parents profusely, giving each of them a big hug and kiss. After unwrapping all your presents, you had immediately jogged down to your local tennis courts with your can of new tennis balls. You had started by lightly hitting the balls as best as you can. Of course, without any practice and lessons, you horribly sucked.

You remember hitting the balls out of bounds nine out of ten times. Once, you had accidentally hit the ball out of the court where an ah-dorable golden retriever immediately picked it up and ran away with it. You had laughed and then realized there were only two balls left and you had only been there for about twenty minutes. Not wanting to lose any more balls, you had packed up and headed home.

You still hated the fact that you can't have private lessons and practices because your family was too "poor". Sometimes you just wanted your best friends to shut up about how they had to go shopping 24/7. They have no idea what you have to go through everyday, watching old videos of tennis matches on YouTube, constantly wishing you were just like them. You promised yourself that one day you would be like Serena Williams and Maria Sharapova, even if you never have tennis lessons.