Well i just got this story idea today, I quickly jotted down the prologue and I'm not uploading it! PLEASE, tell me what you think! I asked that last time and nobody answered! So unless someone tells me what they think of this prologue I won't post anything new! I don't care if it is negative, just tell me how I'm doing otherwise I won't be able to improve! (ya I'm very melodramatic), anyways here is the new story! now tell me what you think, OR ELSE!


I always hated being rich, the mansion, the food, the cars, everything. I knew it was selfish but most of the time I wish that hy parents hadn’t started their own soda empire and became millionaires overnight, because of that dad’s always away in some country on “business”, even though I found the love letters, and mom is always at that damned spa! I turned to friends at school for help when I was in grade school, I made friends lots of friends, so many friends that only used the pool and never talked to me, after fifth grade I realized what was going on and asked to be tutored; My parents happily agreed, and got me only the best private tutor straight out of Harvard. He was more interested with his paycheck then my grades though, prick. So I don’t have parents, friends, or even a good teacher, the only thing I have is the woods. You see my house is in the middle of nowhere, there is a huge forest just beyond the grass, so whenever I get the chance I sneak out into the woods. I don’t know why my parents are so afraid of the woods, I seriously wonder if they are mentally defected sometimes. I can only go out every few weeks since the guard that is around the house seems to know where I am at all times. I tried talking to him a few times but he wouldn’t say anything. He’s kindof creepy, bald hair, sunglasses, and he always has a tuxedo on. However when I can I go to the woods for hours, my parents don’t care enough to check up on me and they left orders to only bother them about me if I broke the law. I love going to the woods though, so many animals and plants all living free, it makes me jealous sometimes when I see the animals and their children, always together, consent watching and loving. I get depressed sometimes I will admit, about how my parents truly don’t care and how I’m alone, but I always go to the forest and all of that just disappears. Well this story starts in a cold October day, as they are in mid-Illinois, when I found him, hurt, scared and alone.


Just like me.