Megan

Prologue

Megan wiped her feet on the small rug in front of the house. Pulling out her house keys from inside her school bag, she unlocked the door and walked in quietly. Megan was not one of the obnoxious kids at her school and she never had been. Her tall slim figure went well with her silent and plain personality. She had black hair, grey eyes, and a pale face with reasonably full lips.

The school she went to had long ago addressed school uniform, when 15-year-old Megan was only about 4. Even though this rule had been fashioned ages ago, she believed it respectful to still honor it. 

Setting down her bag neatly besides the wall, she wandered the empty house that she grew up in. For years her family's poverty had effected their lifestyle. Their living room, furnished with only one sofa big enough to seat 4 people sitting or 1 lying down. The small kitchen, 5 feet sq. Her parent's bedroom and hers, parallel to one another. There was a bathroom in her parents room and hers, as well as one by the living room for guests. The small house, with wooden floors and wooden walls stood as the last abode in the neighborhood; close to the deep ends of the woods. They felt almost apart from the others, though it was merely a 30 yard separation from all the rest. 

Knowing every street and person in your neighborhood. Knowing each grocery store, each person's occupation in your small town. Megan's family was secluded from all social forms of these details. Her parents were known as 'the strange folk' and people were accustomed to stare or quickly make haste and flee. Most likely because the parents appearances that they kept; or maybe because of the faces they made at others. 

Megan's mother was tall with owl-open eyes and a crisp hairstyle. From afar she appeared all business; from up close you wonder if she is a walking camera. Megan's father was almost 7ft tall, had a strong build, piercing blue eyes and a striking grey line of hair vertically through his head. Whenever the couple would notice any stranger look at them, their glare wouldn't leave the poor strangers eyes. Some wonder why the couple is disliked and think all that is found strange is merely maybe a system of protection, because they know they are being judged? But who knows the truth about Megan and her family?

The only person Megan allowed to talk to her was Laura; a girl from school who had been following her since kindergarten. Laura feared that Megan would grow up feeling lonely and set apart. Laura was the opposite of Megan; with her blond hair and bright green eyes. Vibrant freckles and rosy cheeks. Laura always found something to smile about. Her body was an hourglass type with much curve. Megan was much annoyed by Laura but allowed her bright spirit to drift upon her 'Adams family' dreariness.

Megan changed out of her uniform and headed to the kitchen, eager for a glass of water. She would have the house to herself until 5:00; the same time her parents would come home from work for the last 8 years.

Megan knew the drill. She had her life in her hands; memorized from back to front. And though everything seemed to be going as normal as could be, she had no idea what was in store for her, or where her life would be headed...