"Liam, someone's at the door!" a woman cried. "I'll get it, Mom!" Liam called back from his room. He had been looking through old pictures that he had, and had found a picture of him with his old band, Saint Levi, when his mother called.
Sighing, he walked downstairs to get the door. No one ever seemed to knock on the door, for even though Manhattan was located in New York, it was nowhere near as crowded as New York City. He answered the door, and was surprised to see someone he recognized at once.
It was a young girl with short brown hair and deep blue eyes. Unlike most girls, she was wearing a purple crew-neck sweater and black pants. She didn't look quite happy either, but rather despondent. He also saw that in one hand was a suitcase, and in the other was a rather thick blue notebook. "Beatrice, what's going on? Why are bạn here?" Liam asked. "Oh, Liam, Aunt Moya didn't tell bạn what happened?" she asked.
As soon as she asked, Moya walked into the room, and he asked, "Mom, what's going on? Why is only Beatrice here?" Moya sighed, turned to Beatrice, and asked, "Beatrice, bạn wouldn't mind telling him, would you?" Beatrice nodded, and in a trembling voice, she whispered, "There was a fire, and.....my parents.....my parents," tears started flowing, and Liam understood at once, and hugged her.
"She'll be staying with us," Moya explained, "and I know that bạn two don't know each other well, but I know bạn two will come close somehow. I hope bạn don't mind sharing a room." Moya left the room, leaving Liam and Beatrice alone. "So, do bạn need help putting your things away?" Liam asked. "That would be quite nice," Beatrice whispered. "What do bạn want me to carry?" he asked. Hesitating, she asked, "Would bạn mind if I carried my notebook, and bạn carried the suitcase?" "No, not at all," he replied, taking the suitcase. As they walked upstairs, he couldn't help but keep looking at her blue notebook, wondering what was written inside.
I know that Emily wasn't in this part of the story, but this is the prologue, not the first chapter. Please give me reviews, and yes, I don't mind your honest opinion.
Sighing, he walked downstairs to get the door. No one ever seemed to knock on the door, for even though Manhattan was located in New York, it was nowhere near as crowded as New York City. He answered the door, and was surprised to see someone he recognized at once.
It was a young girl with short brown hair and deep blue eyes. Unlike most girls, she was wearing a purple crew-neck sweater and black pants. She didn't look quite happy either, but rather despondent. He also saw that in one hand was a suitcase, and in the other was a rather thick blue notebook. "Beatrice, what's going on? Why are bạn here?" Liam asked. "Oh, Liam, Aunt Moya didn't tell bạn what happened?" she asked.
As soon as she asked, Moya walked into the room, and he asked, "Mom, what's going on? Why is only Beatrice here?" Moya sighed, turned to Beatrice, and asked, "Beatrice, bạn wouldn't mind telling him, would you?" Beatrice nodded, and in a trembling voice, she whispered, "There was a fire, and.....my parents.....my parents," tears started flowing, and Liam understood at once, and hugged her.
"She'll be staying with us," Moya explained, "and I know that bạn two don't know each other well, but I know bạn two will come close somehow. I hope bạn don't mind sharing a room." Moya left the room, leaving Liam and Beatrice alone. "So, do bạn need help putting your things away?" Liam asked. "That would be quite nice," Beatrice whispered. "What do bạn want me to carry?" he asked. Hesitating, she asked, "Would bạn mind if I carried my notebook, and bạn carried the suitcase?" "No, not at all," he replied, taking the suitcase. As they walked upstairs, he couldn't help but keep looking at her blue notebook, wondering what was written inside.
I know that Emily wasn't in this part of the story, but this is the prologue, not the first chapter. Please give me reviews, and yes, I don't mind your honest opinion.