A Chance at Romance
Prologue
Kendall Knight. Ask the students of Vanderbilt High School who he is. Most would shrug their shoulders and say something along the lines of 'Does he even go here?' Well yeah, he kind of does. He's the boy who can't reach the top shelf of his locker. He's the person that sits alone during lunch. He's the boy you sit next to, but you still don't even notice. He's the guy you cheat off of during that big test in Chem. He's the boy who is always in the library reading a book in the corner. He's the boy who actually indulges in great satisfaction that he's alone and friendless rather than very depressed and on the verge of suicide. He's the boy who you pass every day in the hallway on your way to Algebra. You wouldn't really notice someone who doesn't mind going unnoticed, flying solo, and staying under the radar. He's not an attention seeking whore seeking all of the attention that he can get by doing ridiculous things like Amber Claire. Or a highly depressed cutter who is on the verge of taking the nearest bottle of pills or ready to fling himself off the next skyscraper because no one notices him like Mike Sonly. He was sweet and innocent Kendall Knight. The shy yet adorable cutie who likes himself. And no this isn't a story of 'The Tragedy of Kendall Knight' or 'The Upcoming of An Airhead' No. This is the story of how young Kendall Knight got the man of his dreams and two of the bestest friends in the world. Yes there will be pain and suffering and drama, drama, and some drama on top of that drama. What type of story doesn't? And Yes there will be a roller coaster ride for all involved because some have to face their fears while others have to make a choice. But one of the few things they have in common is that they need to figure out who they are themselves. Not who society wants them to be. Who their friends, family, moms, or dads want them to be. But who they themselves want to be.
Looks can be deceiving. Someone could look all happy and cheery. But on the inside they can be a tickering time bomb just waiting to explode into millions of little pieces. While their smiling brightly in your face they could be crying themselves to sleep every night in their beds. Their laughing, joking, having a damn good time, and just having a ball, they are crying on the inside. When they say ,Yeah, I'm happy' or 'Life's good' that's Morse code for 'No. I'm miserable . Can't you see?' or 'Life's horrible. Why can't I just die?'. Looks can be highly deceiving. I kid you not.
Like I said, this story will be a roller coaster ride for all involved. But in the end, everything always works out...
Remember... Nothing Is Ever As It Seems...
A/N- That was kinda deep and sorta angst-y, no? Don't you think? Yes I am starting a new story. Sorry. I'll keep up with Crashed! Promise.
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