*This is my first fanfic that will hopefully become a story to other events. The prologue's shorter than I thought, but wanted to move it along. This is Book 1,and will focus on the life of Benson before he worked at the park. Review please!
Prologue
Every night, the same arguments are thrown across the table between his parents and sister. Either it be about work, school, table-manners, or just to hear their own voices, it did not matter to him. He would just watch them dispute as usual and then tone them out completely when he could not take it anymore. That usually happened when they started yelling.
The word was distasteful and felt even worse. He never liked it. He felt sick every time he heard his parents and sister bicker, but they couldn't change who they were. And even if he wanted to tell them to stop, it would just wind up turning into another useless disagreement that won't solve anything. Therefore he remained quiet at dinner.
Except that night…
It was a spaghetti dinner starting off as it all ways does. His father and sister complaining about how the meal looked, that it was probably poison, and that they would be dead within the hour or suffer food poisoning the rest of the night. His mother tells them to sit down, eat and shut up while she dishes the noodles and sauce out onto plates and passes each one. He walks over to the dinner table and sits down unnoticed and grabbed a plate.
Taking one good look at the so called "spaghetti," he grimaces and tries for the salt. Usually, it would be right in front of him that way he didn't get involved in the events of the family, but his father decided to use it and didn't bother to return it. He tried to reach for it, but suddenly retracted when given a shunning look from his mother, being a woman of manners. He realized there was only one way to get the salt. That was to ask his father to…GULP…
He cleared his throat.
"..P-Pass the salt please..?" he said quietly.
They didn't hear, so he spoke again.
"Pass the salt, please?"
"QUIET! Benson has something he wants to say!" his father yells, hushing the other two immediately. Their eyes fell to him as they awaited him to state what was on his mind.
"…umm…pass…" He was becoming nervous and blushed with embarrassment.
His father became annoyed with the quiet voice his boy was using, and so raised a fatherly, yet gruff tone to his voice. "Look here son. You're never going to get anything in this life if you don't yell for it!" slamming a fist down on the dinner table adding enfaces to never.
"…pass…" he swallows, then as loud as he can muster, "PASS THE SALT!"
"That a boy!" his father gladly states, giving his son a wink as he slid him the salt shaker. He catches it with ease as the other two clap in congratulations. The others soon found themselves in another argument while he sprinkled salt on the spaghetti. He set it down, but didn't eat. He had lost his appetite...
*Wow, So Yeah. My First so... REVIEW. I don't mind stating your own opinion, HOWEVER I will delete any unnessicary comments and that I apologize for misspelling. Have mercy...