Never Once A Paradise

Prologue 1/3

Never Once A Paradise ~

Prologue 1/3 ~
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(When Layla was 9 years old.) My mom was driving me and my little brother to the nearest park. My dad only came to spend some time with us until he left for work.

Being only nine, I didn't really understand and didn't find it odd at all.

I was waiting for this day to come. Mommy said if I was good and took care of my little brother, Tomlinson, we would all go down to the park in the early morning, earlier than we've ever been up.

Being the good girl I am I sat up straight and took on the offer. And now we are on our way there.
My little brother was three and he was just getting out of his pulling hair faze.

I saw the park nearby and yelled in excitement. "Yay, it's over there!" I point to the playground, almost standing up out of my seat.

"Sit down. I know you're excited but you still need to help your brother unbuckle." My mom told me in a stern tone and I quickly sat down until the car was turned off.

"Who's ready for a time at the park?" My dad opened my car door that had a safety lock on it, instantly changing my mood into a happy one.

I laughed while father tickled me senseless. "Stop it!" I yelled, but my voice just came out as another laugh.

"Okay come on. The real fun is just beginning." He smiles and I hop out of the car and go around to unhook my brother from his car seat.

"Come on little Tommy." I say to him and he giggles very softly. He's not that big of a talker, unlike me who knows every letter in the alphabet.

I grab Tommy from his seat and place the rather big boy on my back, holding him tightly so he doesn't fall.

I run as fast as I can to the play area, trying to see past the rather big toddler on my back. My dad was running too so it didn't look like I was alone.

I let Tommy down and he walked to the slide. "Wait for me you little fur ball!" I yelled after him, laughing.

We continued to laugh and play. My mom eventually said that it was time to go but my dad suggested that we have one more go at the at the swings. Of course I didn't object because I mean, who would?

It was eventually time for daddy to go to work and time for me to go to school.

It seemed like a regular day. My friends and I hung out on the school playground and we ate lunch together.

It was a regular day. Until I was called to the office. "Am I in trouble? I didn't do anything?" I ask and Principal Brown looks up at me from a paper she had her previous gaze on.

I could see by her expression that something was wrong. "No honey, you're not in trouble." She shakes her head and speaks in a light tone. "Huh?"

"I have some news for you. Your parents.." I see her eyes starting to water and I suddenly get very jumpy. I haven't ever seen an adult cry before.

"What's wrong with you? Why are you crying?" She looks back down at the piece of paper in front of her and looks back up at me, grabbing a tissue from the tissue box beside her arm and wiping her eyes with it.

"Your parents have been very hurt, Layla?" What did she even mean?

"What?"

"They've been in an accident and it seems that your father is no longer with us, but your mother is in the hospital."

"I don't understand." I say quietly, taking in everything she said. She sobs again. "You really are one of my favorite students, Layla. I just can't believe something like this could happen."

A burning tear flows from my eyes as I quickly jolt up and run out of her office. It can't be true.

I stop when I trip and fall over my untied shoe strings. I just lay on the floor and cry.

"Come on Layla. We are going to get your brother, then I am going to take you to the hospital to see your mother." Principal Brown picks me up and takes me to her car, from then on is how my life got worse.
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Hello Mushrooms and how are you doing today? Did you like the start to my new story Never Once A Paradise?

Well I hope you did. It didn't take me as long as I thought to write this prologue because I'd split it up into three parts.

Omg I'm just so excited for this story I don't know what to say anymore. Okay. Well I guess this is goodbye for now.

Farewell, Mushy