Disclaimer: I do not own Girl Meets World, it's characters and locations, or any authentic location. This claim remains throughout all chapters and proposed epilogue of I Met Tranquility. I do own OC's, however. You will come to know them very quickly.

I completely redid this Prologue, working it from the ground up. Last time this part of the story was touched was around the published date. It is my goal to give you guys an unforgettable reading experience.

Give a round of applause to cowgirlangel95. She has been a great supporter of my work, whether she did or didn't have the opportunity to preview my current works. Check out her stories, for she is far more experienced than I!

And now, we begin…

-Prologue-

I believe you have let us down long enough. What have you given to us that deserves any thanks? Drama? Anger? Remorse? We have given you enough pity to last you a lifetime, and you won't quit.

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I'm TIRED OF YOU!

You only say this to yourself. Why would you go on and wreak havoc to the people you care about? That isn't you. Soon – very soon – you will find peace. Don't listen to your mind. Your heart… That is what they want, regardless of your actions.

Don't hide anymore.

I awoke. Sweat covered the sheets. Did I have a fever again? Was it hot in here? Did I have another nightmare? No, it was the reality outside of the real world. It was the world I got sucked into whenever I slept, and whenever I became contemplative. Never have I ever wanted to step foot into the unknown of what my subconscious had to say to me. But it was there, awaiting my next move.

"Jude!" a hoarse, cold, and unpleasant voice rang in my ear, "Get our bags right now! I don't want to wait on anyone else!" My father was my alarm clock, and my ears were the alarm sensor. If I didn't get out of bed, my alarm would be the pain I would've felt.

My muscles scrambled into torn jeans and a faded black hoodie, and a rugged pair of red running shoes. I then yanked my door open, finding bags strewn along the hallway. One by one, I lifted them up and carried them to the back of the family's pickup truck. It only seemed like the day before when my mother, father, brother, and I moved into this middle-of-nowhere house in the middle-of-nowhere Kansas.

Now we were moving out. Headed to Greenwich Village, New York, New York. A place for the rich and richer. We were in luck; the other two men gathered enough money via gambling in Vegas. They wanted to make the move to "the land of the wealthy" as much as I did. There was absolutely nothing down in Kansas. Along with the move, Dad was thinking about getting me an education.

You already have one. You bought your own books and studied since you were three.

It wasn't enough.

"Can't wait to see someone do somethin'." My brother Grant said to me as we loaded up in the truck. "Din't think it'd be you."

"And I knew it was never gonna be you." I backtalked. That was a mistake.

Grant dug his bear paw of a hand into my shoulder. My shoulder screamed in pain as I gritted my teeth. "God better save you next time ya talk dirty." He seethed into my ear.

Typical older brothers. Most of them had all brain and brawn. Grant, however, was missing one of the two. I've always done my best to show the family I cared for them. Nothing worked as they only viewed me as luxury, someone who'd be successful so they didn't have to work at it.

As we travelled down the gravel roads, I attempted to push the negative feelings out of my head. It was not going to help me drive, let alone think straight. They wouldn't quit yapping at me, especially since the pickup's radio was jammed. Realizing this made my heart drop about fifty yards. Sitting in the noise of the truck's puttering and the men's snoring was going to kill me if my mind didn't quit talking to me.

Will going to Abigail Adams High really change you? Provide what you need? How dare you put all your eggs in one basket. Might as well take the cash your brother made and move to Boston. That'd save you enough time to live on your own.

Living on my own would kill me if I made it to New York to begin with.

A common theme for the likes of you: People change people. I won't be the only one telling you this, but I hope to be the last one to tell you. Make you joyful and honest to yourself. It's gonna be rough, but you got us… Or… At least me.

There were always two sides to a coin. You got me, the ridge that could stand on flat grounds; one side that originated from logic; and the other side from faith.
What was I thinking? If Grant and Dad saw three Judes driving this vehicle when we made it to New York, one of us would've had to do the explaining. It wouldn't've been me.

I've been convinced that it would take time to get used to the city life. That wasn't my problem. All I need is some people to lean on. Living alone hurt like the dickens, especially with Dumb and Dumber next to me, just waiting for me to become the Dumbest. I was tired of having these guys to talk to because they never really conversed. I had less hope for humanity.

And then I found hope once again…

Before I knew it, twenty-six hours of driving and a twelve-hour break brought us to Greenwich Village. And I forgot that there was more to humanity than farmer-boys and the beer they drank.

Horns honked, people walked, and my world became bigger. I welcomed myself to the town as much as my travelling companions did. There were people in khakis and ties, dresses and distinguishable outfits. And for the first time in a few days, I wore a smile on my face.

"Park right there!" Dad yelled like there was no tomorrow. A brown but beautiful apartment complex was to our left. It looked small from the outside, but my heart yanked me to anticipation. I couldn't wait to have a comfortable mattress for once, and a brand new opportunity to fit in.

Could I?

Should I?

Do you even deserve to?

Maybe…

We'll see about that…