Other Fan Fiction ❯ Secrets of the Rich and Powerful ❯ prologue ( Prologue )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: Love101 
I do not own Anita Blake or Edward. That honor goes to Laurell K. Hamilton. I do, however, own Lilly and Adam, and Landen, and others that will pop up shortly.
Miscellaneous: Other Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Supernatural / Romance / Mystery | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 11.12.2009 | Updated On: 11.12.2009 | Pages: 1 | Words: 431 | Visits: 161 | Status: Work In Progress
I do not own Anita Blake or Edward. That honor goes to Laurell K. Hamilton. I do, however, own Lilly and Adam, and Landen, and others that will pop up shortly.
Miscellaneous: Other Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Supernatural / Romance / Mystery | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 11.12.2009 | Updated On: 11.12.2009 | Pages: 1 | Words: 431 | Visits: 161 | Status: Work In Progress
He was always so quiet at school. Never talked to anyone, never talked to a teacher unless called upon,
even then it was short and to the point, and always the correct answer. He was such a mystery to
everyone.
But he had the one smile that would melt all the girls' hearts. Boys were jealous of him, the girls loved
him. No one talked to him. As a freshman in high school, the head senior cheerleader asked him to the
homecoming dance. He laughed at her and walked away, crushing her heart and sending chills up her
spine at the same time.
In four years he managed to outcast himself from the other students. No one talked to him. No one
applauded him as he received his diploma. No one stopped him as he walked out of the football field
after descending the stairs. No one paid him any mind until he was out of sight. No one saw him after
that day. No one knew what became of him. After that summer before college, no one bothered to
wonder if he was even still alive. No one cared...
But me.
I was fortunate enough to be in every one one of his classes from first to twelfth grade. I was probably
the only person in the world who knew he had a personality. One other than a sleeping lunatic who
would one day open fire on the students in a massive bloody bath that left no one alive, save maybe for
him. I wasn't afraid of him. He was human; he did have a heart, a brilliant mind, and a smile that would
brighten my day no matter how dark the clouds were. Sometimes, I'd even think he could make the sun
rise with that smile.
His only flaw was his obsession with the supernatural. I didn't believe in such things, but he was so
adamant that anything and everything out of the fairytales was real. I think that's what drew him away
from me in the end. It's my fault he left our graduation so abruptly, never to be seen again. I cried for
him that night, though everyone thought I was sad about leaving high school.
It wasn't until years later that I'd see him again. How ironic was it that? In the grief of losing my husband
to something not human, he was introduced to me as Ted Forrester.
even then it was short and to the point, and always the correct answer. He was such a mystery to
everyone.
But he had the one smile that would melt all the girls' hearts. Boys were jealous of him, the girls loved
him. No one talked to him. As a freshman in high school, the head senior cheerleader asked him to the
homecoming dance. He laughed at her and walked away, crushing her heart and sending chills up her
spine at the same time.
In four years he managed to outcast himself from the other students. No one talked to him. No one
applauded him as he received his diploma. No one stopped him as he walked out of the football field
after descending the stairs. No one paid him any mind until he was out of sight. No one saw him after
that day. No one knew what became of him. After that summer before college, no one bothered to
wonder if he was even still alive. No one cared...
But me.
I was fortunate enough to be in every one one of his classes from first to twelfth grade. I was probably
the only person in the world who knew he had a personality. One other than a sleeping lunatic who
would one day open fire on the students in a massive bloody bath that left no one alive, save maybe for
him. I wasn't afraid of him. He was human; he did have a heart, a brilliant mind, and a smile that would
brighten my day no matter how dark the clouds were. Sometimes, I'd even think he could make the sun
rise with that smile.
His only flaw was his obsession with the supernatural. I didn't believe in such things, but he was so
adamant that anything and everything out of the fairytales was real. I think that's what drew him away
from me in the end. It's my fault he left our graduation so abruptly, never to be seen again. I cried for
him that night, though everyone thought I was sad about leaving high school.
It wasn't until years later that I'd see him again. How ironic was it that? In the grief of losing my husband
to something not human, he was introduced to me as Ted Forrester.