The Writings of a Stereotypical Girl (Prologue)

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I'd never really thought about life before I turned 12. The thought of how my mom was just a mom and how my dad was gone was oblivious to my adolescent recollection. Everything sort of occurred in a dream. Now, things are just happening and I'm just numb to it. Middle school was when I realized. When I dyed my blond hair and pierced my immaculate and clean Catholic body. When I had my first cigarette and my first sip of vodka. That was my safety, my cover. And presently, smoking has been taken to such extent, that I date dealers. As far is drinking, goes my mom does enough for the both of us.
Its amazing how so much has changed. Coming to my mom passed out on the floor is no longer unforeseen. I'm insensitive to cleaning vomit off of the apartment's stained carpets. And to when she wakes up and calls me crazy for even mentioning some "bullshit" like that. This apathetic and detached feeling has come over me. However, I cant help but feel sorry for her and walk away thinking,"She doesn't remember a thing."
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This is hard to review, since it doesn't tell me much about your MC or plot, or anything. Basically it's just a paragraph. I'd say to describe more about her current life, and foreshadow what happens in the actual novel.

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When I first started reading this, I couldn't decide whether or not I liked it. By the time I finished, I realized I did. I do think you could make it a bit longer, like most prologues. Since it's so short, it's hard to really pull much from it and makes it hard for the reader to connect with the MC. Perhaps you could dig deeper into the MC's emotions, of having to live every day like it's a lie. If that's in fact what your train of thought it. When I read it, I sort of assumed that people don't really know about this. However, if it's no secret that the mother is a drunk, you could even talk about how it makes the MC feel when everybody knows her family's secret. I know as a prologue you don't want to give everything away, but we do need to read more to connect!

I'd never really though about how my mom was just a mom. And how my dad was gone.
You just missed the 't' at the end of that word. I also think it would be better to replace the "and" to an "Or," but that is just my personal preference.

Now, everything is just happening and I'm just numb to it.

Blaaaah, repetition. Maybe try something like:
Now, everything in my life was becoming so real and I'm just numb to it.

I'm numb to cleaning vomit off of the apartment's stained carpets. And numb to when she wakes up and calls me crazy for even mentioning some "bullshit" like that.
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Again, with the repitition. I can understand what effect you're trying to give by continually using the word "numb," but I just think it's a bit boring. Maybe try:
Cleaning vomit off of the aparment's stained carpets has become routine, and I'm numb when she wakes up and calls me crazy for even mentioning some "bullshit" like that.

That last line you wrote, I really liked it. Good job and keep writing!
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I like this prologue, but it would be better if you could make a bit longer. You could foreshadow what's to come. I know you don't want to give too much information, but it better if gave some more information. Maybe you could tell a little piece of the story. It's your story, and I'm sure however you decide to make it it will be great.
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Thanks for input(:
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