This is my new prologue. I deleted my old one, as I really needed to change it. The first two reviews on this page were for the old prologue. Please feel free to correct any grammar, spelling or punctuation mistakes. Please critique nicely, and don't be too harsh or I'll just get offended, haha.
Victoria was sat at the small coffee table in the living room. Next to her were wax crayons and a pile of scrap paper, which, at the moment, weren’t being used. She was slumped on the floor, gazing up at the television. What she had just seen had confused her. She could have sworn she had seen this before. She listened carefully to the news reporter on television.
“Terrorists have hijacked four jet-airliners and have attacked the twin towers. People inside the buildings have been forced to jump out the windows to avoid burning or choking to death...” Victoria’s ears stopped working. Of course, at her age she didn’t understand some of the words that the woman had said, but she knew exactly what had happened. On the TV screen, a picture of two burning towers appeared. Oh! Victoria thought. Her eyes wandered down to a piece of paper next to her. On the paper was a scribbled drawing that she had done earlier. At any other time, the drawing would just seem like an innocent child’s picture. But right now, it had an uncanny resemblance to the disastrous scene that was being played on people’s TV’s all over the world.
Five-year old Victoria had drawn 9/11, before anybody else on Earth knew that it was going to happen...