Snow Black

Prologue (part 1)

 A/N: Hey guys. first of all, you see the wattpad user I dedicated this story to? Well she designed my cover, show her some love :)

Faq: This may sound odd, coming from an author such as myself, but... I don't mind other people soliticing their stories on mine. However there is a catch. Don't do it, if you genuinely don't like my book, and you must also comment something about my story. I will delete comments who go against my simple guidelines, other than that...solicit away! (To me, its a great way to advertise.)

Also, the prologue is optional. But I believe it's neccessary if you want the background information that will be helpful for the rest of the story. However, if you start from chapter 1, you won't feel confused from not reading the prologues. You can also read my prologues at any given time. If you're the impatient type, just skip to chapter 1! Don't forget to comment, vote, and share!

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 Part I

“Daddy, I don’t wanna go.” Stephanie whines as she tugs on the bottom of her father’s shirt.

“Snowflake, you have to go to start the second grade now.” Her father looked down at his daughter with sympathy.

“I’m scared.” She whispers just to him, even though it was only them two outside the classroom door in the lonely hallway of SparkFold Elementary.

This was heartbreaking to her father. He hated having to see his little baby girl cry in terror of her first day of ever going to a public school. Before, she’s always been homeschooled. Her father knew how cruel kids could be, and going to a public or private school was way out of the question.

Besides, her grandmother was doing a wonderful job of making sure her education was up to par. In fact, she was at the level of a third grader, according to her record of grades. Why the counselor even gave the opportunity of bumping her up a grade level, but her father immediately refused to have his daughter be in a classroom setting with older kids, considering she’s never even set foot in a school before. This was bad enough.

Stephanie’s grandmother only recently started to home school his baby princess. It used to be her mother, until she got really sick from the chemotherapy. Her mother unfortunately had Leukemia, and didn’t survive it.

Just thinking about his beautiful wife sent him devastating sorrows, of his first and only love. They were highschool sweethearts, and she notified the horrible news when she was a senior.

They’d decided to get married soon as possible at just the age of eighteen. He’d treat her like a queen, almost every single day of her remaining life.

He’d raise enough money on trying his best to set up donations for his wife, as well as other patients of cancer down at the pie shop that he owned.

That’s when he later discovered that she was pregnant. 

Pregnant with a baby girl.

8 Years Prior

“What should we name her?” Lawrence remembers asking her.

It was in the middle of winter. January eighth to be exact. The snow was falling down rapidly, and lightly from the cool winter air just outside the window.

Inside the hospital, there he sat in a chair next to his wife’s bed, holding the beautiful mocha-colored child.

He stared at his baby princess. Her beautiful features were an exact resemblance of his beautiful wife. She had her mother’s lips, and her eyes, his nose, and his ears.