Crossing Enemy Lines

Prologue

ALL RIGHTS RESERVED - GOINGINSANE4U - 2018

*Only the prologue is 3rd Person*

"Again Chance? Wesley? How many times do we have to tell you?"

Seven-year-old Chance and Wesley sat beside one another on the brown soft couch, although leaving a good amount of space in-between to fit two people.

The start of summer hadn't started the best way for them.

Again, they were being reprimanded by their parents as their heads hung in shame.

Granted both children were just as angry with each other, placing the blame on one another.

"But mom, it wasn't my fault!" Young Wesley tried to get his point across, not wanting the lecture that followed for something he thought was not his fault.

A young Chance scoffed, finding it very hard to believe him. She thought it was all his fault, including dragging her into it.

"You two were caught red handed! And you could've gotten hurt!" Wesleys mother hollered, throwing her hands up in exasperation and trying to knock some sense into him.

"But we didn't..." Chance butted in, feeling as though she had to say something.

She glanced at her mother, knowing she would be giving Chance the stink eye at the response.

Both fathers were lingering by the living room door of Chances home, not wanting to draw attention to themselves for fear that their angry wives would turn around and yell at them.

"I don't think you're understanding the intensity of the situation, Chance. The both of you destroyed Mr Shruemans tree house!" Chances mother exclaimed, looking as if she were ready to burn the whole house down.

The big belly on Mrs Safire made her look ten times as mad, red face glowing like a match stick. Cami Safire was usually a calm spirit so pregnancy did not look good on her.

At least that's what Chance thought.

"Wesley did it..."

"Chance was the one..."

Both children started at the same time, arguing over each other like always.

Both mothers only managed to sigh, rubbing their foreheads in an effort to ease the oncoming headaches.

Wesley believed he was simply getting his ball back from when Mr Shruemans horrendous and troublesome child, Mike, stole from him even when he tried to tell him he didn't have it.

Wesley could smell the lie from miles away.

Chance had believed she was only doing the right thing by following him and telling him off, even when she willingly climbed the tree house after him.

She so had one on him from when he tattled on her the last time.

One thing led to another and the old, unsteady and corrosive treehouse was starting to get rickety with the wooden boards near falling almost to dust and the house that stood on top of the fifty metre tree was staring to topple over.

It was a good thing they had come out with only scrapes and a few bruises from quickly climbing down before jumping the rest of the way which was beyond halfway.

Once their cuts were cleaned, the shouting system from their respective mothers started.

Though both mothers believed that they were up there to destroy it since they'd heard countless times about 'Mike Shrueman and his treehouse of stolen items' from both children.