Secrets

Prologue-Out Of The Fire And Into The Inferno

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Novel's Quote:

“If you want to keep a secret, you must also hide it from yourself.”  

― George Orwell, 1984

Prologue

Out Of The Fire And Into The Inferno

Have you ever felt like someone is keeping something from you? Have you ever walk over to your friends when they're in the middle of a conversation and by the time you're standing by one of them it is just silence? You wonder are they keeping something from me, are they making fun of me behind my back? You want to ask what were you guys talking about, but you don't want to come across as depressed or paranoid. Even if you did ask they would just say the same thing like "don't worry" or "nothing," but sometimes you can't help but worry. This doesn't happen to everybody, most people don't even notice it and move along to talk about the weekend or how hard Mr. Clay's maths test was last period. However on an off chance you do pick it up, that silence can drive you insane.

It was another normal Friday night at the Mace's household, Megan Mace was standing over the stove, with her long blonde hair tied up in a ponytail, waiting for the pasta to mix into the pasta sauce. She was making spaghetti Bolognese for her family's dinner tonight, while her husband Paul, was working in his den with his MacBook Pro and jumbled paperwork on his self-made wooden desk he built himself just last week. Paul and Megan's daughter, Sarah, was in the living room laying on a black leather couch texting while watching MTV. As Mike and his three other friends were upstairs in Mike's room playing a racing game on his playstation.

"Dinner is ready in five," Megan said to Paul, popping her head between the two sliding doors of the den. "Can you go and tell Sarah, Mike and his friend that?" she asked.

"Sure Meg, just wait and give me a second just need to finish this off quickly." He replied in a rush tone then typed heavily away on his laptop.

Megan grabbed a seven stack of plates, which she left on the island counter and carried them on the breeze solid mango wood dinning table. Footsteps thumped down the wooden stairs, Megan raise her head and saw four boys racing down them to the front door.

"Hey!" Megan snapped before one of them reached the front door's doorknob "Where do you think you four are going off to?" she asked while putting both hands on the dinning table, lean forward waiting to hear the answer and giving a sharp intimidating look with her emerald green eyes.

"We were just going down the street to get some movies for tonight." The boy who was the closest to the door explained. "We wouldn't be long." the boy was Mike Mace, Megan's son.

" Mike, dinner almost ready. I'm just about to put it on the table." she showed as she placed each plate on the correct position on the table.

"We'll be just be ten, fifteen minutes tops I swear." Mike pleaded as the other boys nodded in agreement.

"Fine," Megan signed " just don't get anything to scary okay, nothing with torture or blood and guts in it ok?" she added.

"Why? I thought you liked those horror movies,” Mike questioned in surprise.