Hey guys! Okay so I know that we're working on Butterfly Effect: Cocoon right now but this is sort of the start of it all. You know what I'm saying? I was talking with Laurel and we both realized that we had never written a Sam/Emily before and we both were very miffed by this. So now we've created the first Butterfly Effect: Caterpillar b/c it's about the first imprint that ever took place. We hope you enjoy it!

Prologue

(Leah's POV)

Bitter. That's what people call me nowadays. I like to make people feel my exact pain, just to ruin their perfect moment. I can't stand couples and I don't believe in some crazy mumbo-jumbo-Great Spirit-soul mate crap. I'm a selfish human being who can't just let go of things. Why can't I just let it be?

(Sam's POV)

Wise. The elders told me a leader must learn from his mistakes if he is to take on the responsibility of others. But I keep messing everything up one right after the other. If I'm to be a leader, then why can't I do one thing right?

(Emily's POV)

Compassion. My mother told me that I was filled with love. I didn't have a single hate bone in my body. I couldn't hate anybody and it was the truth. I would get mad at certain individuals but never hate them. I just didn't have it in me. So why can't I show some love to the one being who says we're meant to be together, forever?

(Leah's POV)

There's this saying in a book that I read as a junior back in high school. I liked it because it expressed me. It helped me, back then, decide what I wanted to do in life and that in order for me to do it I had to go and make it happen. The one thing that stuck to me was this poem in the front of the book . . .

(Sam's POV)

I remember reading in a book somewhere back in high school that really sparked my interest. It's about this black family who lives in an apartment on Chicago's South Side. The characters who live in the tiny apartment are Mama, her two children Walter and Beneatha, Walter's wife Ruth, and their son Travis. The book takes us through these peoples' hopes and dreams and how hard they have to work for it and how to love one another even though it may seem that there is nothing left to love. Before the book started there was this poem . . .

(Emily's POV)

Growing up I was home schooled; my mother would read to me all these poems and then we'd sit down and figure out what exactly the writer was trying to tell us. We read real simple ones like Dr. Seuss and we read difficult ones like Shakespeare. My favorite poet to have ever graced the earth was Langston Hughes and his poem A Dream Deferred. It went something like this . . .

(Leah's POV)

. . . What happens to a dream deferred?

Does it dry up like a raisin in the sun?

Or fester like a sore—

And then run? . . . .

(Sam's POV)

. . . Does it stink like rotten meat?

Or crust and sugar over—

like a syrupy sweet? . . .

(Emily's POV)

. . . Maybe it just sags

like a heavy load.

Or does it explode?

Okay so tell us what you think! Please review! We want at least five reviews for this first chapter because we have strong feeling with this whole series! Thank you all and have a marvelous spring break for those of you who are on spring break.

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