Hi!! New fic!! And I know exactly where I'm going with it! This is a
prologue, and it takes place back when they were kids, but the rest of the
story will be when they're adults....
The Scar
The wind blew through the leaves, making them whistle quietly on their branches. Eight-year old Monica walked through a path, to a clearing, where all the other boys and girls had gathered to play after school. She walked slowly, looking for someone, anyone, that might want to play with her. She had no such luck, for she had few, if any, friends. Her brother was with two of his friends on the jungle gym, hanging by his legs, and nearly everyone had deserted the swings in favor of the slide.
Everyone except one boy.
He sat on a swing all alone, with short brown hair and a red t-shirt on, as he stared at his jeans. He seemed to be in deep thought, kicking the dirt under his feet. Monica figured he didn't have any friends either, and was eager to make him one of her own.
"Hi, I'm Monica Geller, what's your name?" she asked, approaching him.
"None of your business." He said, looking up at the girl.
"Are you new?"
"Yeah. I moved here a week ago."
"Do you have any friends?"
"No." he said, returning his gaze to his feet.
"Do you wanna be my friend?" Monica asked, excitedly. It felt good to know she wasn't the only one that wasn't too popular.
"I guess so," he answered, sadly.
"Then what's your name?"
"I said I'd be your friend, isn't that enough."
"Fine. What's wrong?"
"Nothing." He said, but answered when she gave him a look, "Well, my parents got divorced."
"Oh, I'm sorry." She whispered, not knowing what to do next, but knew she had to do something to cheer him up."
"Let's play hide-and-go-seek; it'll be fun, more fun then sitting around crying, anyway."
"I wasn't crying!" he yelled, defensively.
"Ok," she said rolling her eyes, "I'll be 'it' first, you go hide, and I'll count to one hundred."
The boy gave in, and ran off while Monica covered her eyes. Once Chandler had settled behind a large bush, he started looking at Monica. He'd never her tell her, but he had had a crush on her since the first time he saw her last week at school. She was the prettiest girl he ever saw, and he scolded himself for thinking that way about what he convinced himself was 'another gross girl'.
Monica started looking around for Chandler, although she didn't know his name, by climbing up a small tree to check if he had hid on a branch, then inside an old shack. She thought she spotted something moving in the bushes, and walked over to the area. Seeing the top of his hair, she smiled and popped out from behind the bush, but before she could shout "Got'cha!" Chandler was being taken away.
A dark man, in his thirties, had viciously grabbed Chandler by the waist and had lifted him up into the air, throwing him over his shoulder as you might a knapsack. The man dropped him and started taping his mouth shut with masking tape that he seemed to have pulled from nowhere. Chandler struggled to get away, but the strength of his captor was far too powerful.
Monica looked on wearily, not sure what to do. She was scared out of her mind, her thoughts racing. She was desperate to help the boy, but the man was too big and she knew that she would be captured too if she tried to help him. All she could do was watch.
The man stood Chandler up and grabbed his arm tightly. He started dragging him along impatiently, as Chandler tried to untape his mouth. He managed to do it, and started screaming with all of his might.
"Help me! Monic-" but he could no longer speak, for an ugly, evil hand covered his mouth and continued to take him away. By now Monica had gathered up enough courage to run after the boy and was approaching him with speed.
She stretched out her hand quietly, and with Chandler's one free hand he grabbed the tips, but was soon thrown out of her sight, past the bushes, a knife hitting his skin. The kidnapper slashed an army knife into Chandler's skin, leaving a wound so deep, it didn't look like the blood would ever stop flowing. Tears streaming down his face, the man ran off, Chandler in tow, deeper into the woods, and out of sight.
Monica lost all hope, and lost more than that. She lost her one chance at a friend, that she was determined not to lose. She would find that boy someday, she swore silently to herself. That promise would not be as easy as it seemed; she didn't even know his name.
He was one boy, in a big world, and all she knew of him, was his scar.
If you were reading my other story (Just Our Luck) I will still be adding the epilogue.
Prologue...don't just judge by the prologue, you have to read how the rest of the story goes... Please review!! They make me smile...
People who don't review are bad people. I don't like those people. There's another word for those people...losers.
The Scar
The wind blew through the leaves, making them whistle quietly on their branches. Eight-year old Monica walked through a path, to a clearing, where all the other boys and girls had gathered to play after school. She walked slowly, looking for someone, anyone, that might want to play with her. She had no such luck, for she had few, if any, friends. Her brother was with two of his friends on the jungle gym, hanging by his legs, and nearly everyone had deserted the swings in favor of the slide.
Everyone except one boy.
He sat on a swing all alone, with short brown hair and a red t-shirt on, as he stared at his jeans. He seemed to be in deep thought, kicking the dirt under his feet. Monica figured he didn't have any friends either, and was eager to make him one of her own.
"Hi, I'm Monica Geller, what's your name?" she asked, approaching him.
"None of your business." He said, looking up at the girl.
"Are you new?"
"Yeah. I moved here a week ago."
"Do you have any friends?"
"No." he said, returning his gaze to his feet.
"Do you wanna be my friend?" Monica asked, excitedly. It felt good to know she wasn't the only one that wasn't too popular.
"I guess so," he answered, sadly.
"Then what's your name?"
"I said I'd be your friend, isn't that enough."
"Fine. What's wrong?"
"Nothing." He said, but answered when she gave him a look, "Well, my parents got divorced."
"Oh, I'm sorry." She whispered, not knowing what to do next, but knew she had to do something to cheer him up."
"Let's play hide-and-go-seek; it'll be fun, more fun then sitting around crying, anyway."
"I wasn't crying!" he yelled, defensively.
"Ok," she said rolling her eyes, "I'll be 'it' first, you go hide, and I'll count to one hundred."
The boy gave in, and ran off while Monica covered her eyes. Once Chandler had settled behind a large bush, he started looking at Monica. He'd never her tell her, but he had had a crush on her since the first time he saw her last week at school. She was the prettiest girl he ever saw, and he scolded himself for thinking that way about what he convinced himself was 'another gross girl'.
Monica started looking around for Chandler, although she didn't know his name, by climbing up a small tree to check if he had hid on a branch, then inside an old shack. She thought she spotted something moving in the bushes, and walked over to the area. Seeing the top of his hair, she smiled and popped out from behind the bush, but before she could shout "Got'cha!" Chandler was being taken away.
A dark man, in his thirties, had viciously grabbed Chandler by the waist and had lifted him up into the air, throwing him over his shoulder as you might a knapsack. The man dropped him and started taping his mouth shut with masking tape that he seemed to have pulled from nowhere. Chandler struggled to get away, but the strength of his captor was far too powerful.
Monica looked on wearily, not sure what to do. She was scared out of her mind, her thoughts racing. She was desperate to help the boy, but the man was too big and she knew that she would be captured too if she tried to help him. All she could do was watch.
The man stood Chandler up and grabbed his arm tightly. He started dragging him along impatiently, as Chandler tried to untape his mouth. He managed to do it, and started screaming with all of his might.
"Help me! Monic-" but he could no longer speak, for an ugly, evil hand covered his mouth and continued to take him away. By now Monica had gathered up enough courage to run after the boy and was approaching him with speed.
She stretched out her hand quietly, and with Chandler's one free hand he grabbed the tips, but was soon thrown out of her sight, past the bushes, a knife hitting his skin. The kidnapper slashed an army knife into Chandler's skin, leaving a wound so deep, it didn't look like the blood would ever stop flowing. Tears streaming down his face, the man ran off, Chandler in tow, deeper into the woods, and out of sight.
Monica lost all hope, and lost more than that. She lost her one chance at a friend, that she was determined not to lose. She would find that boy someday, she swore silently to herself. That promise would not be as easy as it seemed; she didn't even know his name.
He was one boy, in a big world, and all she knew of him, was his scar.
If you were reading my other story (Just Our Luck) I will still be adding the epilogue.
Prologue...don't just judge by the prologue, you have to read how the rest of the story goes... Please review!! They make me smile...
People who don't review are bad people. I don't like those people. There's another word for those people...losers.