Finding the Bunny Man (On Hiatus)

Prologue

A/N: Ight ya'll. This will be my second actual story on Wattpad. The first is a book called Portal Bros on acc ZackVierce . I highly recommend. I do hope you enjoy this book I'm about to write. If there are any readers. Hopefully there are :). Above is how I pictured Marie to look minus the grey eyes. Anne I imagined as Emma Watson in her teen years.
-Lil Mish Mish

Marie's P.O.V

I didn't expect it. No one expects it. Their life to crash and burn before their eyes. Quite literally in my case.

I looked upon the charred ruin that was once a three story 4 bedroom 2 bathroom blue and red house. Ugh. My head hurt from obsessing over the details.

I tried to blink through the smoke that stung my eyes and bit back the inner panic that rose within me at the scene. Please be okay.. please be okay...

Getting out of my car I sprinted to where my sister was on the back of the ambulance truck,"What happened!? Are you okay?! Where are mom and dad!?"

I started picking up her arms and examining her body. She jerked away from me, and I felt a pang of hurt in my heart.

"Where were you?!"she asked shoving me. Tears washed down her dirty cheeks and revealed her pale skin,"Where were you..?"She broke out into harsh sobs covering her eyes and I pulled her to me in an embrace.

That was when I could see past her, into the van. There were two duffel bags that emitted the smell of burning flesh.

"MY ANACONDA DON'T!" I was suddenly in a room filled with Gummy Bears that were in sexy lingerie... what?
"MY ANACONDA DON'T!"They all assumed twerking position.
"MY ANACONDA DON'T WANT NONE UNLESS YOU GOT BUNS HUN!" They let loose at that and started awkwardly twerking.
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That's where I woke up sputtering gibberish. My head pounded as I processed unrecognizable surroundings. The white cushioned seats. The walk way. An airplane?

I sucked in a breath. Oh that's right. I shivered at the dream I just had. No more Jell-O shots for me. I burped and sat back, only to hear a tiny ew to my right.

My sister scrunched her nose up at me in disgust," there are better things you could be doing with that filthy mouth of yours."

"Like sucking dick,"I retorted.
She then made a "hmph" noise and went back to her magazine not even dignifying me with a response. I clamped my mouth shut in order to stop my tongue from sticking out at her.

I couldn't help but feel a tiny inkling of hope. That was the most she'd talked to me since the incident. Since.. I shook my head, trying to suppress the memories.

I looked out the window of the city below just as the intercom turned on," Ello flight 109, this is your El Capitan speaking" he chuckled at himself,"we will now be arriving in London from California in as little as 5 minutes. If you look up, you'll notice the belt light sign illuminated. Buckle your seat belts folks, we're about to land. In the mean time how's everyone's day been going. Good? Well my wife text divorced me... Who does that? And she's saying she's taking out pet cat with her. I don't give a shit about her I just want Tigger back.."

*Time Skip*

Eventually the plane landed. I and my sister had to stay and wait for everyone to leave before we could ourselves.

This is what happens when you travel alone as minors. It took like 3 hours waiting for these bitches to leave.

"Long flight huh?" I asked my sister who was absorbed into the magazine she was reading like it would reveal the meaning of life, or if water was wet.

The answer?

It wasn't.

I looked off in a different direction, ignoring the hurt in my heart. Okay then. If you wanna be like Anna and Elsa, that's how it will be.

I met eyes with someone in the crowd. He looked at me with grey eyes and a devilish smile. Then disappeared into the crowd again, before I could process anything. What the-

"OH MY GOSH MARIE!? ANNE? IT'S BEEN SO LONG!"

We looked up to see our aunt running up. I reached out for a hug but she walked past me to 2 brunettes who looked frightened to see a crazy loud 40 year old woman suddenly engulfing them in a hug.

I groaned,"Auntie Christine.. we're over here..?"

The skinny woman pulled away from them and turned in our direction with a look of confusion,"Anne?"

"Marie,"I corrected. I expected her to scold me over my appearance. My once brunette hair was dyed black at the roots and the rest was a light purple.

What I didn't expect was for her to smile even wider and engulf me in a hug,"Awe Marie you're so beautiful!"

I reluctantly returned the embrace and her other arm pulled Anne to join us. We just stood there like that for a while. That was until a tall green eyed boy cleared his throat.

Jason's P.O.V

The blonde girl and the purple haired freak looked up at me. I squinted through my glasses at them.

"Marie?"I asked dumbfounded.

The purple goth cocked an eyebrow,"Waddup bitch?"

I scowled at her foul mouth but their aunt just cackled a laugh,"Your so funny Margaret-"

"Marie,"she corrected annoyed. Her aunt waved her,"Dearies you remember Jason? The little squirt you used to play with?"

They both shook their heads. Anne twirled her bleach blonde hair with her finger,"Nope."

Marie blew a bubble from the bubble gum that popped from her mouth,"Not a clue."

I ran a hand through my blonde hair," Ugh whatever."

Their aunt frowned,"Well that's no good. I remember when Marie and Jason de-"

I cut her off,"Shouldn't we get going to the Manor? There are probably customers waiting."

She scoffed walking in the direction from the way we came,"Nonsense boy, there hasn't been a customer there in 5 years."

That may be true but us standing in the airport for another hour wasn't gonna make you get any younger.

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So how do you like the prologue? Anything I need to edit? Short but sweet. Make sure to comment and vote!
-Lil Mish Mish is outty