A/N: Here is the new story I said I'd make so that I can try to make a more interesting and not too fast story line. Please let me know if it's better than the rest of my fanfics. I am also doing POV's because I'm in that mood right now… if I get out of the mood I'll say: Neutral POV. Kay? Please Review. I am doing it like Percy Jackson when I do POV's as if they were telling the story… other than my neutral POV. It's actually more like the red pyramid style. The prologue isn't as detailed as the chapters will be.
Selena's POV
Okay for starters I really didn't want to disappear, I didn't want dad to_ what? You don't know what I'm talking about? Oh right you're new here… sorry I forgot about that… well now I guess I'll start at the beginning when I first vanished and… oh you don't even know who I am yet… right then.
I'm Selena Bloor I'm eleven years old but the story starts when I'm four years old and my older brother Manfred Bloor was eleven years old. Okay it starts on August 21st; Manfred's 11th birthday and we were at a carnival with mummy and daddy_ I had said that I'd wear pink if we couldn't take mum because she's my favorite. Anyway we were at a carnival at the zoo because it was what Manfred had asked for (not that he would ever tell soul and he shouldn't find this tape) eating ice cream and mummy was holding me as I tried to eat it like "Mannyfed" that's what I thought his name was back then. Daddy didn't like me; neither did Manfred or great-grandpa_ why? Because Manfred had a magic power and what could I do? I could throw tantrums and get my way by saying I'd wear pink in public with them… not much you know. But when mummy handed me to Manfred while her and daddy ordered food at a concision stand he told mommy he was taking me to a 'little ride'_ his meaning of little being a big scary mirrored haunted house maze and while he looked around the haunted house I ran for the exit_ but all of the mirrored walls made it impossible for a four year old to find her way out. I ran around a few walls and got myself lost. I would tell you the directions I was running in but this was 7 years ago plus I didn't know right or left when I was that young.
I was found a week later by the people who were taking down the carnival but by then I was in so much shock I couldn't speak_ I turned my head a few times looking for mummy, or even daddy, heck I didn't care if it was Manfred or great-grandpa Ezekiel as long as I could go home. But they were gone: there was no more mummy, no more daddy_ no more home. I was going to have to live my own life in an orphanage because I didn't know mummy and daddy's names or my address. I didn't even know the name of our house_ if I had, maybe my life would have gone on as planned. But who knows? I was taken to an orphanage as I had thought and soon adopted_ because cute little children were the first to go.
I grew up as Selena Williams_ but I never forgot my real mummy or daddy or name and I definitely never forgot that day in the haunted house_ and by the time I was seven I had worked out that Manfred had done it on purpose so that he could get all of the attention. From August 21st on what I knew was Manfred's 14th birthday I knew that I had to find a talent_ and then find them.
Because I wanted to be loved.
A/N: How was it for a prologue? Too much? Too little? I want to know.