Chapter 1: Tomboy

I'm your typical tomboy. I hardly ever wear pink, I hate shopping, and my best friends are mainly guys. But, unlike most tomboys, I'm popular, extremely stylish and I have the greatest guy in the school on my leash. Life couldn't be any better.

Maybe a typical tomboy is popular, but most don't have boyfriends. My boyfriend, Jared Betch is the most amazing person ever. He's always there for me, he loves me and who wouldn't wanna date the best guy in school?! He's a bit mysterious though. I never really know what he's up to. For all I know, he could be recording rap with Elephants in Russia!

Another problem is that I'm obsessed with being perfect. No hairs, grades or dirty clothes out of place for me. Jared is the opposite. He still gets perfect grades, don't get me wrong, he's a genius, but his room looks like someone spilled the earth's garbage in there!

So this weekend when I went to Jared's house, I was in for a major surprose. I walked in, since Jared's family knew me enough and ran up the stairs to Jared's room. When I went in I stopped mid-walk and toppled over. I slowly peeled myself off the freshly vacuumed carpet and stared in awe, my jaw literally dropping to the floor.

"WHat did you do Jared?" I asked in pure shock and amazment.

"Well", Jared said, "I've spent the last two days cleaning out my room. What do you think?"

I still stood in the same spot with my jaw laying on the ground, unable to speak. I pushed my jaw closed only to find it fall down again. I calmly clamped my mouth and replyed,

"It's absolutely amazing, what inspired you to do this?"

"I've decided to take you hunting with me. I was looking for a camoflauge vest for you, and I couldn't find one. I only have like, a million. Then I realised that my room was a tornado zone!"

My mouth fell to the floor for the third or fourth time. He really did go hunting all those weekends. Good, no elephants! I quickly shut my mouth because it was rude. (Not that I really cared all that much).

"I... I'd love to go hunting with you. When are we leaving? What should I bring? How long are we staying?" I inquired, "Wait! Don't tell me yet, I need to get my planner."

This is temporarily done. Ideas from this novel are being used in Diary Of A Runaway Girl!