"Hey Jon," Sarah (the nicest and most popular girl in class) spoke up to me.
Jon. Everyone called me Jon and I hated it. My senile aunt called me that and my sister took to it like a duck to water. Some of my friends heard about it and my real name went straight out the window.
"You talked to Karyn today, right?" she asked.
"Yeah?"
"Could you give her this?" she asked, holding out a seemingly plain-looking stone. "I saw her drop it when she tried out for cheerleading."
"Karyn tried out for cheerleading?"
"Yeah, and she passed too. But then suddenly she quit. Why would someone try out for something, then immediately quit it?"
"I don't know." Actually, I was already wondering about that myself. It was one of Karyn's many oddities.
"Well, anyway, here you go," Sarah said, dropping the stone into Jon's hand.
