Hi! So, this is my new story. I was kind of skeptical of uploading it, but my one friends has been reading it and kept telling me that I should publish it. So I did! This is the prologue, so it is a little short.

But anyway, here is Desperate Enough!

Summary:

She couldn't change anything; no. Her life would never be the same. It was going down a very predictable path, yet she wanted so badly for everything to change. And so, she was pushed, stumbled, and fell into something deadly and vile, something that wasn't hers to begin with, because life is a ruthless game that forces one to accept everything. Hate. Torture. Reality. And the worst; love. But like every game, there is a twist that leads to an inevitable defeat; an unexpected defeat, because no one pays attention to the minor details. A defeat no one can escape. Unless you're desperate enough.| They were childhood friends, but when Austin returns after vanishing for eleven years, he brings Ally on an adventure to save her from his dangerous past, but it's what she does that can change both their lives.


Prologue

Throughout the world there are multiple ranges of humanity. There are those who live the extravagant lifestyle, who squander for a rush of adrenaline to pump their veins to death. There are those who seek low expectations, and prowl the streets for a mere vagabond experience. Some raid for answers as if they were so oblivious as a Cosette, or yearn for a freedom and fulfilment of soul as a Pippin.

The girl across the street was none of those.

Her story was free from set stone, owned by none. She did not even own her story, and she never reached to capture it within her palm. Until that unmistakable blond charm reached her doorstep.

I will not peruse my story- I will tell you nothing about me. This is about a girl who grew beneath my feet and who fell into an exquisite trance of love. A trance no one could wake her from.

For her, the days were young and long, and she yearned for her best friend as a child. Every morning she would hobble outside to brisk morning air, sneaking secretively to the edge of her porch where she would wait. The little spiky-haired blond toddler would soon come, and they would creep to the little pond over my side of the cul-de-sac. They always linked arms and fingers as they passed my driveway, past my backyard, and to the pond beyond. They would often play by the brink of the water or lay in the mossy green grass, sending little pickle treats to the baby goose whenever they brought a picnic.

It was then such their little routine until they reached schooling, where they would meet on the far side of the pond every morning sat sunrise, and every afternoon until dawn. She would help him with homework, and he would help her skip stones over the Crystal water, shadowing a mirror of sunlight.

On the last day, it had been a rainy Sunday image in their Crystal foreshadowing mirror. They splashed through the mud in pure joy, radiating over our town of Miami. The two split for supper, when it had begun to rain ever harder.

When they joined once again, the rain was a downpour over the water, sending bullets ricocheting through it. The boy had been waiting under the small canopy they had set up and the tiny brunette raced up to him, tears welling up in her eyes as she slammed her body into his. He stumbled out into the rain, automatically wrapping his arms around her for reassurance. The rain wet both of them, but her tears were the only to soak his shirt.

He just held onto her as sobs wracked her fragile seven-year-old body, and listened to her stabbing explanation. She fell asleep in his embrace that night as the rain receded. After hours of comfortable silence, he regretfully pulled her home. She disappeared into her dreams, and he stared longingly at her window for a minute before he tore himself away, and left.

The following morning she waited at their spot, but he never showed. She came back after school, and yet there was no sign of the little blond boy. Days passed, and any sign of the little boy vanished from the pond. Still, the anxious girl came and waited. He didn't come during the weekend, or for weeks. The girl became lonely, missing the days she had to explain math problems to him, and he either helped her skip rocks or pulled her into the sun-heated water. More weeks passed, tailed by months, and eventually years without a sign of her best friend, and she was growing ever more stressed. She knew she was over thinking it, that this was just a setback in a game.

Yet, never in her life had Ally Dawson felt so bare. Because this was no ordinary game. It was the game of life. And this is the story of how she played that game.


So that was the prologue of Desperate Enough! Again, sorry it was so short, but I wrote it like that about a year ago and I couldn't find anything to add... so I got this. Anyway, I'd love to hear what you guys have to say, for my first fanfiction, so don't forget to review or PM me if you have any tips or comments!