Edward Scissorhands has been my favorite movie for a long time. It was the movie that prompted me to start writing, and finally I've decided to write one of the many ideas I've had banging around in this head of mine for so long.

I wanted to write something different to the usual Edward/OC stories on here, something unique. I hope you guys like it enough to follow and review and all that jazz.

I love you for reading :)

Now onto the prologue...

Morning.

The neighborhood was only just beginning to wake up, sleepy housewives and breadwinners alike starting to rub the sleep out of their eyes and stretching, about to get ready for another dreary day of nothingness. The streets themselves seemed to yawn, unwilling to awake from the blissful unconsciousness it had been enjoying before the sun decided to make its rude debut.

Above the slow-moving town, a mountain towered, squatting like a giant, ugly wart at the edge of one street, its dark, almost dead surface contrasting greatly to the bright colored houses and neat streets of the rest of the town. On this mountain, a bright blue van was parked at the top next to the abandoned mansion that topped off the hill's uncared-for look, and a figure stood beside it, staring up at the crumbling walls.

The figure's name was Scarlett, and she was having a feeling. What this feeling was, she wasn't sure, but she knew it was important.

It is impossible to know what the future holds. You can be living a perfectly normal life, unaware that it can turn upside down at a moments notice- with an unexpected event, a sudden revelation, or perhaps a chance meeting with the most amazing person you will ever have the good fortune to stumble upon. It could be the one thing that will brighten up your whole dull, uninteresting world, or the only thing around you that you can fully understand in your hectic, chaotic life. Both are an amazing chance and should be grabbed with both hands before they fly away forever. Both situations should be fully experienced in one way or the other.

For Scarlett, any and every one of these were about to happen. She was about to find something that would change the way she saw the things around her in an amazing way.

But up on the hill at the end of the boring, suburban street, as the midmorning breeze blew the scent of flowers over the ivy-shrouded gate and ruffled her brilliant red hair, the carefree girl was not to know what awaited her in the big old house on the other side of the wall.

All she knew was that somehow, something was about to change.

Short chapter for now. Think of it as a teaser.

I'm open to suggestions and ideas for this story. I'd be happy to work them into the plot.

Please review. Tell me what you think. Remember, if a writer knows what people think of their works, they can write better. So don't hesitate to drop me a line or two :)

Until next time...