Prologue (Maybe)

This is maybe the prologue to my book, but I'm thinking I'm going to change it up, and I might merge this into the first chapter of the book. Instead of jabbering on about it, here you go:

PROLOGUE

"Hayden, we need to talk to you," my dad calls from the other room as I walk int the garage door, returning from a late night movie enjoyed with my friends.

I check the time on my cell phone. I hadn't broken curfew. I didn't have a boyfriend for them to worry about. I had already given them the money for my last cell phone bill. And, I had A's in all my classes...except math, which was expected. Honestly, I had no idea what they were needing to "talk" to me about.

Reluctantly I walk into our living room, and see both of my parents sitting on the love-seat with my younger sister and brother on the couch opposite of theirs. This was big.

"Take a seat, Hayden."

I sit down next to my sister who looks at me with an expression that reads: do you know what this is about? I shake my head, and then train my eyes to my parents who shift uncomfortably.

"Well, there's no easy way to say this..." my mom starts.

Someone died. I conclude, silently running through a list of relatives in my head.

"...we know it's not the best timing. Brady's starting middle school next year, and Kirsten's going into high school, and Hayden, you're going to be a senior..."

It was Grandma. I decide, concurring that she would be the only one to care about such menial matters as which grade we would be going into.

"...it's hard for us too,"

Definitely Grandma.

"...but being the parents, we have to decide what is best for the family..."

That sentence throws me off, and I am suddenly not sure where this conversation was going.

Mom and Dad look at each other, taunting wordlessly to the other to speak the whatever news was about to befall us. The silence makes me anxious, and it holds a similar effect on my younger siblings. Brady begins fidgeting with his thumbs, while Kirsten bites her lip and avoids eye contact with everyone.

My father losses the contest and looks to us in defeat. "We're moving," he says smoothly.

And all hell breaks loose in our family.