Edge of the Road

Prologue

*Note to Readers*

Hey Guys! I'm new to this Wattpad environment. My friend read some of my stories in my journal, and recommended making some online. I apologize if there are some errors. This is the first story I've made...well, electronically. I'll be honest, prologues aren't my best writtings, so if it doesn't make sense, I hope you'll get a better understanding as I add more chapters later on. I'll try to update many times as I can.  I hope you'll like the story. Please vote and comment, it would mean lots (:

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*Prologue*

"Wow, I can't get enough of your mom's Mac 'n Cheese." I said with a mouth full. "You're lucky to have a mom that can cook, my mom can't cook to save her life!" Tim just finished his bowl, stood up and started to stretch, almost knocking the lamp. "Hey, her brownies weren't that bad. It was just a little burnt." I snorted and adjusted my legs on the couch. "Just admit it, her brownies were bitter, black, and brick-like, and was next to a rock." My best friend laughed. "Look at you with your alliterations. Well, they were crunchy, crispy, and chunky."  Tim winked, taking my empty bowl that was once full, with his to the sink. "Well, we definitely have different tastes." I said, following him to the kitchen.

I grabbed a bottle of water in the refrigerator, while he started doing the dishes. As I gulped a couple of sips, my eyes widened at the clock, causing me to almost choke. "Oh my gosh, Tim, what time is it?" I said nervously. He turned off the faucet, wiped his hands on his pants, and whipped out his iPhone. "Chill, Willa it's just 4:30." he said. I let out a relieved sigh. I need to get home by 5 O'Clock, before my mom comes home. "Then what's wrong with your clock?" I asked. "My clo-" he looked around. "Oh, yeah, mom was just talking about clearing out some stuff in the attic and she probably added things in the kitchen." Tim said, taking it down. He opened it up and showed me the batteries. "Yep, these batteries look most definitely alive." He said tossing it in the garbage.

Tim climbed upstairs to his bedroom to grab new batteries. He didn't realize that I followed him to his doorway. His room was messy, but seemed like he attempted to clean. He has a large collection of books, and on his walls were beautiful paintings, that wasn't framed, and covered his walls, some over lapping each other , and there was something silver peaking under his bed. "Oh my god, Willa!" he jumped out of his closet, clearly was shocked to see me. "Wow, Tim your room looks amazing!" I said. "It looks like a museum." I said, eyeing a painting with a girl with no face, touching a black heart. "Wow, I haven't been here in a while." Tim is my best friend, but when we hang out, we're always uncomfortable when we're in the bedroom. Especially, when we're by oursleves. I invited myself in and gazed intently on all of the art work. "Willa, Willa." Tim said, laughing nervously. As I started to walk into his bedroom, I noticed that there was something small, that looked like a knife by his night stand. He gently tries to pull me out of his room. "Look, I got the batteries now. You don't have to come in." he said closing the door behind us. 

"Why won't you let me in your room?" I demanded, almost tripping  down the stairs. "Why won't you let me in yours?" He said. "Well, because you never asked." I shot back. "Well, I have some personal things in my room." he slammed back. "What, like that knife you have on your night stand?" I said without even thinking. "What are you doing with that Tim?" I continued. "And what was that silver suitcase under your bed?" The room fell silent. "What are you doing with that stuff, Tim?" I asked, with less force. "Willa, I know it seems like its mine, but it's not. It's Charlie's. He came rushing over yesterday, and said to keep it safe. I wasn't supposed to say." he admitted. "But you know me, I love to investigate. So I tried to open it with the knife." Tim said. Oh, Willa, what did you say now? I thought.

"I'm sorry," I murmured. "Sorry for accusing you like a criminal." I said. Tim pulled me towards him, and gave me a hug. "It's alright," he whispered in my ear. "Just don't accuse me of a criminal, accuse Charlie." he laughed, letting go of our embrace. "Well, you still are a criminal, according to my statistics, you tried to trespass someone's property." I said, saying it like I was a police, pretending like I had a notepad in my hand, and flipping the pages. "Well, why don't you arrest me, officer?" he teased. I snickered. "I would, but I got another criminal to catch. Her name is Wanda Frey, mother of Willa Frey. Have you seen her?" I said, starting to walk away to grab my shoes. "Oh, yeah, is she tall, with straight dark brown hair? Yeah, I can walk you to her house. Or we can run." he said,  starting to tie his shoes.

Tim and I decided that whoever lost race to the stop light, would have to do homework for the winner for a week. I was placed in the Top 5 for East Leyden's Track and Field, which made my chance to win, a bit higher than Tim's. But Tim is fit, I'm not gonna lie. Last year he played soccer and the previous year was football. "Yeah! Woohoo! I won!" I screamed. "Hey that wasn't fair I had to jump over a fire extinguisher!" he said, panting. "Well, in Track, we call that hurdles." I said laughing. "Well, I almost got runned over." he complained. "It's 'I almost got ran over' not runned. Yeah, I don't think I should trust you with my English homework, then." I said. "Yay! Less work for me!" he proclaimed.

"What's up with all of the cars?" I asked, looking around the neighborhood. Then, suddenly, someone caught my eye. "This wasn't the deal!" a large bald guy yelled. Lots of cars were parked everywhere, especially by the guy. "I don't know, but one thing's for sure. Something's definitely up." As we were catching our breath near the stop light, loud gun shots came through, slicing the air around us.

Ahhh! So what did you guys think of my first prologue? I re-wrote it several times until my friend (the one that encouraged me to try Wattpad) finally clicked the "Publish" button for me. I'm nevous to see what people think about my writings. I hope you guys liked it.  Please comment and vote if you did 

Thanks for reading! (:

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