first of all.... there's a live chat? cool. :)
second of all... here's the prologue.
~Belles <3 [might go to bed early 'cause she doesn't feel too well]
Prologue: Megan, 7 years old
I quickly scurried into the kitchen and approached my mother by the stove. “Are they here yet?” I asked excitedly, tugging on my mother's blue shirt.
“I don't know sweetheart. Why don't you go check and let me finish cooking your dinner.” She smiled gently and then turned her attention back to the pot on the stove that was giving off a delicious aroma.
I obeyed and quickly climbed the chair by the window, where I had placed earlier just for this purpose. I eagerly pushed the pale purple curtain aside and peeked out the window. “Mommy! They're here! They're here!” I squealed with delight. “They're unpacking now. Do you think they might have a little girl my age to play with?” I asked my mother hopefully, turning to face her.
She looked at me and said, “I don't know. Maybe. Why don't you go outside and find out. But don't be a bother if they don't want anyone over there. And if you're going to be longer than 10 minutes come back and turn off the T.V.... ok?”
I nodded my head yes and quickly jumped off the chair. I skipped over to the door and flung it open with reckless excitement. Then ever so cautiously I closed the door and crept down the front steps, making my way over to the fence that divides my house from our new neighbor's. It wasn't too long before I realized that I was too short to see over it.
I scanned our front yard and porch for something to stand on. My eyes rested on the blue plastic tub that held all my outside toys. I ran over to it and flipped it over, dumping it's contents onto the porch. Then I dragged the tub to the fence and flipped it upside down. I climbed on top of it then stood up on my tippy toes peering over the fence.
I watched the scene before me, taking it all in. There was the mother ordering the movers around. The father helping unpack. The Boy Scout, which was the oldest looking kid. I called him Boy Scout because he reminded me of one with the way he was so willing to help out. Then there was Road Runner. He looked to be a few years younger than Boy Scout, but he was running faster than I thought possible, hence the name Road Runner. Last was a boy around my age, he had the curliest hair I'd ever seen, so I named him Curly.
After looking at everyone there, my face fell. There were no girls in sight. No one for me to play with. A single tear ran down my cheek and fell upon the fence. I knew it was silly to cry over something like this, but I couldn't help it. Ever since I had learned about a family moving in next door I had hoped they'd have a little girl for me to play with. Then finally, maybe, I'd have a best friend. But that wasn't going to happen now.
I decided that since there was no girl and nothing of interest I'd go back inside to watch my movie. I was just about to climb down when Curly approached me.
“Why are you crying?” He asked curiously.
“I wasn't crying.” I replied defiantly daring him to say otherwise.
He shrugged his shoulders and said, “Well I'm Nicholas Jerry Jonas and I just moved here. That's my brother Joe (Road Runner) and my other brother Kevin (Boy Scout) and that's my mom and dad.” Pointing to each of them in turn.
I nodded my head and replied, “I'm Megan Elizabeth Williams and I've lived here all my life. Can I call you Nick?”
Nick thought about it and then said, “Sure, watcha doing?”
“I was watching you guys unpack, but now I'm going to go watch a movie.”
“What movie?” He questioned.
“Peter Pan.”
“I love Peter Pan!” Nick exclaimed.
“Wanna watch it with me?” I asked hopefully.
“Sure, let me go ask my parents first though.” And then he ran off to his mother.
I watched as they talked back and forth and saw Nick point to me. He was back before long with his mother's reply. “She says sure as long as I'm back home for dinner.”
“Cool, come on over.” I said.
Nick happily raced out his front yard and into mine as I jumped off the tub and left it there without a second glance. Then I walked inside.
I saw my mother by the stove and said, “This is Nick. He's one of our new neighbors and he's gonna watch Peter Pan with me.”
“Ok sweetie.” Mom replied.
I strode into the living room much more confident now that we were in my house watching my movie. I pushed play and plopped down on the couch. “Sit here.” I ordered Nick, pointing to the spot next to me, he obeyed.
And the rest, as they say, is history.
