So..yeah I know that I've been really horrible at updating lately, but I got grounded for getting bad grades (probably from watching Netflix until two in the morning all the time...whoops!) I probably won't be able to update frequently for a while, or until winter break at my school. I haven't abandoned any of my stories, so no need to worry about that!

Disclaimer: I own absolutely nothing recognizable.

Prologue

50 years ago

Lima, Ohio

Molly Stevenson was leaning against her locker, talking to her friend Lina Jangliks, when it happened. Lila was in the middle of saying something when she stopped mid-sentence and her mouth dropped open in shock. Molly was about to ask what Lila was staring at, seeing as the poor girl looked like she'd seen a ghost, but her question was answered before it was out of her mouth by a voice behind her.

"So...Molly Stevenson really does have an ass, huh." The husky voice, dripping with hotness and oozing with sex appeal (Molly's words) belonged to one Troy Handon. He was grinning that Cheshire grin of his, the one that made girls melt like the Wicked Witch of the West.

Molly had to stop for a moment and think about what he just said. He was...checking her out? Play it cool. Don't be too up front about asking him out. Play hard to get. Just don't- "Are you asking me out, Troy?" -Do that. Goddammit Molly!

"I believe I am." Troy interrupted her thoughts. "How about you meet me at eight, down by the river? We can talk, maybe bring a picnic, make out..." he trailed off with a mischievous look in his eyes. Then, Troy swooped down, almost like a hawk on its prey, and kissed Molly fiercely on the lips. He walked off with swagger and left Molly speechless.

Lila grabbed Molly and took her home immediately to pick out an outfit. Molly was dressed in her tightest clothes, to show of her supposed "ass", and had stuffed her bra until the seams almost burst. She had also stolen a pair of her mother's lacy underwear and stuffed the back as much as she could. When Molly left her house that evening, she felt good for the first time in a long time.

When Molly arrived at the river, however, her stuffing was beginning to itch and her panties were starting to chafe. She was about to take out some stuffing or maybe readjust the underwear when she all of a sudden heard a rustling sound. She turned around just in time to see three boys jumping out. When they saw her, they immediately started yelling and shouting at her about how she was fat and a slut.

Molly felt anger growing inside her, rage boiling over like overheated milk, the feeling of hate writhing inside her stomach, she should have known that this would be a bad idea. Because the guy you've liked for years asking you out somewhere all of a sudden wasn't something that just happened, now was it? For some reason, Molly had trusted Troy in that he would be a kind, loving person. That he wouldn't turn this into a trap or a personal assault on her.

Molly was about to start fighting back when Troy himself came out from the shadows. He was buckling up his pants and had a satisfied smile on his face. Then he saw Molly. "Well, well, well," He said with a sneer, "If it isn't the little slut Molly." He shoved her towards the river with every syllable. "You know, I always thought you were smart. Clearly not. You thought anyone would date you." Troy finally got her to the edge. "Goodbye, Molly"

And he shoved her into the freezing, rushing water below.

Ok! So...yeah, I guess that's pretty much it for the prologue. I hope you liked it, and please review! The reviews make me write faster!