“Natalie, darling… your father and I… we’re getting a divorce.” Her parents stood side by side staring at her nervously, waiting for her reaction.
Natalie knew this was going to happen. She couldn’t act like she hadn’t seen it coming. For years, she had been bracing herself for the news and so prepared was she that she didn’t feel the need to shed any tears.
“Fine” was all she said and she proceeded upstairs to pack her things.
2 months later
“You’re getting married to him?” cried Natalie with disbelief. “I’ve never even met him!”
“Darling, I… I know this is sudden but…” Natalie’s mother faltered but quickly regained her confidence and raised her chin up higher. “Yes. Yes I am.“
“You’ve only just divorced dad!”
“Well, honey, love doesn’t wait. Please understand.” With that, her mother walked away.
Natalie fell onto her bed. I’ve never freakin’ met the guy! She pounded her pillow into a shapeless blob as her mother popped her head into her room again.
“By the way, it’s in three weeks. You’re the flower girl.” Then she walked away once more.
Natalie’s mouth fell open. “I’m fifteen! Fifteen! MOM!” she screamed after her mother. Why did she think she’d want to be the flower girl? She pounded her pillow once more as she realized that her mother really didn’t care what she wanted. She couldn’t. God what’s wrong with her?
Natalie sat up on her bed and stared at a blank space on the wall. All of a sudden she threw her pillow at it and screamed. She screamed and screamed and kept on screaming. Then when she could scream no more, she lay back down on her bed and cried.
This is short, but it's just the prologue. Please tell me what you think! I'm always looking for ways to improve.
. It was well-written, though as I say, a bit of a weird prologue. You have space to expand upon it, so don't be afraid to... and... that's basically all I have to say...
