~ Prologue ~

"Amaya Walker?"

I remember when they called my name. I remember walking down the hall. I remember every, single, tiny detail about that day.

"Principal Kalker would like to see you, Miss Walker."

I remember the "oo's" that went around the room at that statement. I suppose middle school habits never die.

"In here, Miss Walker."

Miss Walker. That's what Principal Kalker's TA called me. That's what she said at the end of every sentence she spoke.

"There's someone on the phone for you, Miss Walker. They would like to speak with you, Miss Walker. It's about your parents, Miss Walker."

I remember the numbness that I had felt when I heard the voice of a nurse on the other end of the line. She had a soft, sweet, kind voice. Too kind. Too gentle.

"I'm so very sorry, Miss Walker, that the news had to be delivered to you through the phone. I'm so very sorry that you were clueless for too long and that you couldn't say goodbye or even have a say in the funeral arrangements. So very sorry, so very sorry, so very sorry."

I wanted to scream at that nurse. I wanted to tell her to shut up, that my parents were not dead, that they were on their way back from a trip out of town, that I wasn't completely and utterly alone for the first time in my life.

But here's the bitter truth: You can never get what you want when you most want it.

And so I was sent off to a stupid new foster home where I was even more alone. My new 'family' (they would never, ever be my family) acted as if I was a sad, lost little puppy who needed coddling and special treatment every second of every day.

Suddenly I wanted to scream at them too.

Just when I thought that I was starting to get over things, six months after the funeral, seven after my parents car accident, Mr. and Mrs. Farber decided that we were moving away. "A fresh start" they said. "It'll be good for you" they said.

So off we went. I had learned that it was best to keep my mouth shut and just go along with things. If I didn't, I felt that either I would explode in a fit of rage or just simply shut down all together.

All the way from Dallas, Texas, one of the biggest cities in the state, to the small town of Hawkins, Indiana.

. . .

Ok. Classic, parents are dead, broken teenager who moves to a new town to get a fresh start type of thing. But I promise, I'll try to make Amaya as unique as possible and make the story actually enjoyable. I don't really have a different story line other than that the story takes place during the events of S3, and if I ever even finish this I'll think about making a sequel to it which dives deeper into S4. I hope you enjoy!