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prologue

P R O L O G U E
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"Guess what?" I asked my born-for-sarcasm sister Lena and she shook her head, feeling bored, as if she knew what I was going to say.

"What?" She asked grudgingly.

"You have to guess." I said, I was currently lying down on my bed, looking up at the boring gold ceiling that I have been looking at for the past eighteen years of my life.

"Have you found your brain?"

I rolled my eyes and sat up straight, craning my neck to look at her with a glare but she was too busy braiding her long blonde hair.

"Try again." I groaned, pushing the stack of books on my bed aside and stood up from the bed, running excitedly towards the window of my huge bedroom.

"Are you pregnant?"

"Ugh! Lena! Men can't get their hands on these goodies so easily." I pointed to myself and Lena rolled her eyes as she tied up her braid, analysing herself once again in the mirror.

"Try again." I squealed and she sighed, turning around to give me a glare.

"You are going to try and find that damn thing again aren't you?" She asked and I nodded my head 'yes' repeatedly.

"You know you always fail." She placed her hand on her hips, giving me a lop-sided grin.

"I'm sure I can see it this time!" I shouted confidently.

"In your dreams, Harls." She muttered and walked out of the room, leaving me in my own thoughts.

Before I go out of my bedroom and whack my annoying twin-sister on her head, let me tell you a few things about myself.

My name is Harley Belle Quinn, and I am a rebellious, sarcastic little teen. No one messes with me because they know that they always lose. I have a twin sister named Elenora Mae Quinn, who was born two minutes before me and somehow happens to be much more mature than me. She also happens to a queen of sarcasm. I swear, it runs in the family. With strawberry blonde hair, naturally tan skin and green eyes, she looks beautiful while I, on the other hand have platinum blonde hair, dull blue eyes with such a pale skin that you would mistake me for an albino. 

Currently, I am at Nana Quinn's house, for my summer holidays, far in the country side. They are filthy rich and own a huge mansion which is placed right at the edge of the forest. Speaking of the forest, this small country town is famous for this forest because its kind of forbidden to enter in it.

Its an old wives' tale. My Nana told me the story when I was young, seven years ago. They say that there is a terrible beast in the forest that rips of people's skin, drink blood like its soup and chew on their bones like a dog. Of course, I didn't believe it and neither did my sister. It is so stupid.

But, I know one thing though. Anybody who enters it, never comes back.

And, that's why I'm going to be the first one to enter it and come back to prove to the entire world that there is no such beast.

I know its dangerous but I am a rebel, so nothing can stop me.

"Dinner's ready!"

Immediately, I perked up, the smell of delicious food reaching my nostrils from the dining room below. It is right below so I can hear her voice calling me. Without a second thought, I was off the bed and in the dining room, after hitting my toe in the leg of the table and lying flat on the floor.

I am also really clumsy.

I cursed as I sat myself on the chair, sliding the plate towards me, trying to ignore the pain in my toe and ate.

Nana Quinn is a kindwoman once you get to know her. She looks terrifying at first but she is one big softie, although she can get pretty nasty when I don't listen to what she says. I bit my lips from smiling at the thought of going to the forest tonight.

I have two months so I am sure by the end of this summer holiday, I will be able to prove to my Nana that the stupid tale is fake.

"Tuna casserole!" I shouted excitedly as I grabbed some and placed them on my plate.

"Careful! Its hot!" Nana shouted, as she moved over to sit down as well.

"Where are the hash-browns, honey?" Grandpa asked in his rough and raspy voice, as he adjusted his black spectacles, looking closely at the food on the table.

"Its right in front of you, are you blind?" Nana exclaimed as she glared at Grandpa and I stifled a laugh at what she said. Grandpa muttered something under his breath and rolled his eyes before grabbing a piece of hash-brown.

Knock. Knock.

I immediately groaned frustratedly as I knew who it was. Gaston Richard Evans. He is one annoying little neighbour and has an obsession over me. Nana goes to open the door and I yell. "No! Please don't! What if there was a murderer outside the door? What if-What i-if-"

"Oh shut up, young lady." Nana said. "He is not that bad."

I pulled on my hair in frustration, my appetite being lost as I glared angrily at the plate.

"Holla Nana Quinn!" I heard a loud voice boom and I groaned frustratedly as I turned to look at Grandpa who was using the back of the fork and poking it into the hash-browns. I face-palmed myself and turned the fork around so that he can now poke properly.

"Where have you been all my life?" I heard a voice right behind me as he snatched a piece of hash-brown from my plate. That annoyed me.

No one steals my precious food.

"Away from you." I retorted back sharply as I stood up to go away to my bedroom. I heard Lena trying to stifle a laugh and I smirked, proud of myself.

"You know I will do whatever it takes to please you." His annoying voice filled the air again and I fisted my hands into tight balls.

"Ok, please me by getting out of my sight." I shouted, glaring at him. He had chocolated brown eyes, with chocolate brown hair and there was a lop-sided smug grin dancing on his lips. You can tell that he is a womanizer just by looking at him.

"Harley!" Nana shouted. "Be nice to our guest."

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