x Prolouge...

It all started 16 years ago, in the stone cold mansion of Christopher Kent, noted photographer at the time. A little girl, fours years old, was hand in hand with her mother when she got lost, dragged involunteeringly by the crowed of people forming as the party got bigger and bigger. As she tried to regain the closure of her mother's embrace, she collided with the many more "giants". Not noticing what was happening around her, she ducked under the table nearest to her small, trembling body, worried and terrified at the thought of being lost. Alas, unknowing to the girl, something terrible was adrift, a "mass shooting" to say the least.

Mixed with the fear already embedded in her, she clutched her knees towards her chest, as new sounds appeared instead of the original loud boomings of the music, and the loud insane laughter of the grownups. Screams and cries to be exact. And sounds of police sirens with a crescendo. Just as the girl was beginning to act out her plan of covering her ears to block out the sounds, she heard a noise.

"Where's my daughter? Can someone tell me where my Lau--"

A gun shot was heard, the sentence hushed forever. The women, covered by red, fell upon the ground, yet not giving up.

"No! Lauren! Where are you?"

The girl scrambled towards the tone of her mother's voice, and as she neared her destination, the mother smiled as she gave her daughter one last look, and closed her eyes softly. Mother and daughter, together, as the girl grew conscious of all that has happened. Her whole life, her only parent, washed out all in an afternoon. A party. Tears dropping onto the ground, the girl silently rested her head upon her mother's stomach, and let out an agonized cry, followed by a storm.

Then a boy, about eight, touched her shoulder lightly and put over her, a blanket, a simple one, yet meaning more to the girl than anything in the world at the moment. Kneeing down so his head was level with the girl, he tried to comfort the girl in front of him. As a sign of her gratitude, the girl smiled, and yet couldn't hold onto it. Her head dropped onto the boy's shoulder, and once again, let out a storm.

The two stayed in that position, the girl crying loudly, the boy patting her back, murmuring words of encouragement, until a kind police officer came and broke them apart, taking away the girl's mother. Soon afterwards, he left, leaving behind a handkerchief, with the initials AR.

Word of the shooting spread quickly, and the girl found her mother's face all over the television, with pictures of the other victims. Sometimes, the news anchors would mention the girl's name and gave her their condolences. Shortly afterwards, her grandma came to take her away from her house, away from her life, for the last time. Throughout her trip to the place she often went for the summers when her busy mother was shooting a new movie, now for the final time, the girl thought only about the boy.

Regardless to say, that little girl was me, and I'm still trying to find the prince charming that comforted me all those years ago.

Wow, I wrote all this yesterday night, instead of doing my homework when I got the idea for the story :)
I'm really don't know whether to continue with this idea, so please review and tell me what you think. This isn't how I wanted to begin the story, sort of like Cinderella backwards! Just a note: this will eventually lead into Lauren meeting the princes, I was just setting up for it, and this is a comedy overall.