Games of Fate official PROLOGUE:
Jonie wasn't in school today. The first clue to lead my mind to wander down the dark tunnel of endless possibilities that could have occurred. I've always been a storyteller of hyperbole statements, but the normal order of things really did have a mysterious feel of disorder. Jonie, an all A's student and president of the Student Council, was never absent. Never. Unless something really devastating happened. But, then again, nothing like that had ever happened, except for the time Jonie fell of the monkey bars in the second grade and broke her arm. I was positively sure in my mind that there was an unexplained reason for her non-appearance, but I also couldn't count the number of times that my imagination of exaggerated stories really went wild. In my mind, a tiny, half-centimeter spider truly seemed like a tarantula waiting for an attack on it's afternoon meal.
The bell hadn't even completed it's entire toll of ringing, but I was nearly out the front doors and headed for the insanely active parking lot. I scurried for my beat up, and almost broken down, 1970s baby blue Ford pick-up, avoiding any possible contact from my chatty, outgoing friends that I really didn't have time for right now. The wait in line to exit the school parking lot seemed never ending, and so many true idiots swarmed me like a hive of hungry killer bees. I had to get home as soon as possible to call Jonie, and of course unwillingly finish my uncompleted chores from yesterday.
Traffic has always been one of my pet peeves, but with the growing tension bottled inside my mind, I was completely unfocused and restless beyond end. I had to keep telling myself, "Safety is the priority, safety is the priority." I really was clueless and lost in my treacherous thoughts as to why this minor change could supremely pick at my brain and rearrange my well-being. But my conscience ruled over my mental and physical state and rolled my emotions along the imaginary line of insanity. Was I really this broken inside to the point of ruining the real fact that there was most likely nothing to be worrying about?
I pulled into the cement driveway, only to find that my mother was already home from work. I slipped quickly in the front door, muttered a short hello, and took the stairs two at a time to my room. I set my school bag by the cluttered desk in the corner, and dialed the number that I knew so well with nervous fingers. The ringing continued on forever, and finally, a ragged voice answered on the opposite end. I was hesitant to speak for a few moments, as the voice on the other end obviously wasn't Jonie's.