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Hi! I'm here to leave a quick review!!
First Impression: At first glance, this is pretty well done here. I like the main premise, it seems like something that could make for a pretty good story and the point you convey here are quite good but there were some issues.
Anyway let's get right to it,
I looked out the car window and sighed. We passed white-picket fence houses lined with pink roses every other second. Another perfectly perfect neighborhood again. Just the way my mom liked it.
“So this is our new home right on this street.” My mom pointed to an olive house with chipped cream shutters. If we were going to fit in with the regulars our ‘new home’ would need some work.
“Hey mom we should probably get the house repainted and work on the yard.” I shrugged my shoulder into a more comfortable position and went back to staring out the window.
Well, this makes for a very interesting start here, it almost seems like a relaxed opening where its just a family pulling into a new neighborhood to start their lives over and kind of just taking in the surroundings, but this could just be being paranoid, but I sense some sort of hidden animosity in that dialogue as if something could be happening behind the scenes here.
“You’re definitely right. Maybe we could change the color, it’s such an ugly green…” as my mother chirped away I sighed again. As I got out of the car I felt eyes on my back. When I turned around I caught a glimpse of chocolate hair duck behind the bushes. It’s what I hated the most about moving, when you first moved in people acted like you were some new species of human. They couldn’t help but openly stare at you. I crossed my arms.
Well, this tells you a bit more about the character of the mother in this scenario, that's nice to see and we also get to see the protagonist paying some pretty close attention to their surroundings. The casual observation of the whole thing also suggests that perhaps this is not the first time these people are moving, which is also an interesting detail to include there.
“I know you’re there behind the bush. There’s no use hiding anyways.” I pulled my long black hair into a ponytail, critically watching a boy around my age slowly stand up. He flashed me a crooked smile. The first thing I noticed was his eyes. They were an intense green, much like the forest… I shook my head. Forget it, forget the past. Forget dad, he was a foolish coward for running away. The day he left for work and never came back my mom sat me down, her eyes puffy and red. She told me it was going to be okay, that we probably weren’t going to see dad again. But we had each other and that was all that mattered. At first I was sad, but soon hot anger replaced depression. From that day I vowed to be brave, always. I would stand by mom, no matter how ridiculous she was sometimes, and never ever run away from anything.
Okay...well this one went downhill fast, much like I expected, well. This definitely introduces and interesting new dimension into things which does make for a pretty good prologue, although I will say while the subtle start to the whole missing dad situation was good, it went on for much too long here, you need to cut this one much shorter or that tangent it goes off on is a bit too long.
“Need help unloading? It’s the least I can do after staring you down like that.” His hair fell into his eyes in the typical cliquey boy style. I rolled my eyes. Another thing I hated my dad for, his looks. It’s what drew my mom to him in the first place. His deep black hair and piercing blue eyes, a bright smile and set jaw. All of his seducing characteristics, the features that attracted women to him like bees to honey, all of it was passed down to me. And I hated every bit of it; the same thing was happening to me now, an adolescent still developing with hormones a mess. Boys were coming on to me left and right, except I’m not flirtatious and outgoing like my dad. I prefer the company of shadows and the friendship of no one. Which is why I was so surprised when I found myself falling for the boy next door.
Okay...well, this ending just kind of totally broke the flow there...it sounds like you start this with the intentions of one particular tone and then just go off on a tangent on a totally different tone towards the end, which doesn't lend itself particularly well to the story here. Don't get me wrong, these are great points to have in a prologue, this is definitely interesting enough to make me want to read more, its just that there's a massive inconsistency in the flow of the piece here.
Aaaaand that's it for this one.
Overall: Overall, besides the couple of things that I pointed out above, I think this makes for a pretty solid story here, its one that I think I would potentially read more of here.
As always remember to take what you think was helpful and forget the rest.
Stay Safe
Harry
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