Prologue
R & R. Just like most books I read, they have a prologue but doesn't mean it has to be read. So you can read this or not
I have just finished four years of high school hell. After the summer I am planning to go to college, a normal plan. I want to direct in movies or plays and such. So that's the direction I am heading. I love the way the director gets to control a story, and telling how and where the actors and actresses should do it.
Besides that, everything was so hectic in high school. The teachers always busy hovering over our heads, thinking who knows what about us. Behind their grade books, they have power over us. But now, I am finally free. And not just free from the teachers, I am free from all the drama, which is everywhere. Every corner, some kid is waiting to jump out and pick out a fight. Of course, I joke. Or am I? (Yes.) I'm a girl and proud of my boobs. Just joking. Surprisingly I am still a virgin. I got passed all the boys trying to look up my skirt and grab my ass. I wasn't like my father, who lost his virginity to his first girlfriend. In a way it's romantic, but so irresponsible. (I found this out from my mom, dad seem didn't want to talk to me about it.)
"Kate! C'mon let's get going. The sooner we leave, the longer we can annoy the people there," Sorry, that was my mom. "I'm coming." We're going to Disneyland in Los Angeles. It was a gift from my good ol' parents. I asked to bring my best friend, but they thought it would be best for us to spend a good amount of time to ourselves. We're planning to drive to Disneyland in our SUV. We got it two years ago. It's still in good condition. The new car smell is just about to go away. Amazing I know. My dad likes to keep everything clean.
So here I am in my room, packing the last of my things before I have to say good bye to my bed and my lovely computer. I take one last look before I leave, I look to my right; my comfy bed with stuff animals. I look to my left; a boring window. I look back to my right since the other side isn't so exciting. The pictures on the wall down the hallway reminds of the past. There's a picture of my parents at Reno. Carrying my duffle bag, I grab an on-ride drink from the fridge. In the car, my parents watch me walking towards them from a distance from the driveway. My mom said it's going to take about six hours to get there, but if there's no traffic then five and a half.
We're switching every hour, and I'm lucky; I am the third to drive. I sit in the back of the van while my parents sit in the front talking about who knows what. Whatever they're talking about they seem happy.
"Okay. Let's get going. Ready mom, ready Kate?" We both say yes.
As the car begins to move, the houses remind me of the past... being remembered. And I see the little floating ghost characters moving. Waiting for their cue to speak, (just like in drama class). All the memories played in the world...
...Or at least in a really small town.