Okay, this is the first serious fanfiction I've ever wrote. Sure, I've wrote some really funny ones, but those don't take that much though. At least for me. This is just the prologue, so it's short. The chapters to come should be nice and long, but not so long that you're like "OMG when will this end??!" Haha. I would love if you guys would review and give me some constructive criticism or something. I want to improve my writing. Usually when I write, I just do it all in one go and maybe add some parts and edit a little. I don't have much patience or time, hehe. It took me a while to finally get around writing this! I had an idea like this for a while, but today at work a great idea popped into my mind and I was like, "This is it. I'm gonna start it today." I already know how I'm going to end it, too. ;)

Just gotta flesh out all the rest of the story, dang! Lol. Any way, this is a KadajxOC. (He's not in the prologue, just saying.) Oh, so you can get a vague picture of Celeste (One of the main characters) here is a short description: She had auburn hair with blond highlights, dark blue eyes, and 5'6 in height.

And please R&R. It really does motivate me to publish chapters quicker. I can't even go on the computer on weekdays so it will be longer than usual! (Stupid school!!) Anyway, end of the long, giant paragraphs. I really hope you like it so far. :)

To Remember

By: Heavenly Deeds

Prologue

The neighborhood she lived in was boring.

It was set up like a regular suburban town should. Large houses and perfectly mowed lawns and automatic sprinklers. The sidewalks weren't cracked and there were no weeds growing on the sides of the street.

Autumn was here and it showed. The trees were yellow and red. Only a few green leaves shone through. The sky was clear and there was a chill in the air. A neighbor raked his leaves and she wondered if she could T.P. his house tonight.

After all, it was Mischief Night. Something needed to be imperfect in this perfect town.

She sat on the blue plastic seat of the sing as the chain links squeaked when it moved back and forth slightly from her kicking her legs. She put a cigarette in her mouth and inhaled, closing her eyes. Footsteps came to-wards her and she exhaled opening her eyes. A young boy, around the age of seventeen, was standing in front of her,
staring. He had striking red hair and jade eyes. "Celeste."

She looked at him, annoyance apparent. "What Jake?"

"Why do you smoke those damned things? You'll get like, lung cancer or something." He smirked and came closer to her.

She inhaled deeply and slowly blew out another puff of smoke. It hit him in the face and he coughed.

"Okay, okay! I was just saying." He held his hands up as to surrender. His smile got bigger.

Jake Ackerman was very popular for many reasons. He was the star player on the soccer team. The second reason would probably be that he looks like a mix between an Abercrombie model and a Greek god- but with red hair. And he had a British accent, because he moved to America last year from Great Britain.

"So, like, are we going tonight?" He asked slowly with his eyebrows raised in playfulness.

Celeste tapped her cigarette and some ashes fell to the ground. Her glance was cast down to the mulch covered ground.

"Yeah."

Jake smiled toothily and messed up her hair a little by patting her on the head. He walked away with his hands in his pockets. She combed her hand through her hair and got off of the swing dropping, her cig on the ground and mushing it into the pavement with her foot.