She's running. Running as fast as the wind brushing her face. She keeps running. Her feet stained with painfull blisters but she pays no heed. She keeps moving ahead with the speed of light with no destination in mind.

She's running from her own blood, her own past, her own memories and she's watching them pass by her like a reel in motion. Her origin, her start, her beginning; she's bidding them all adou as the tears stream down her cheeks.

Until....

She bumps into somebody on the way who will completely turn her world upside down, who will make her forget about her miserable past and eagerly look forward to the future with him, somebody who will hold her delicate fingers and teach her that there is much more to this mystical and magical life than her perception captures.

Join Ashley and Jake as they make their ways through the hurdles and tribulations of their painful and miserable life and welcome a glorious initiation to a new one.

A/N : Comment below if you like the prologue and can't wait for the 1st chapter and also any other feedbacks and opinions as well. Thank you for reading xx

“I still can’t find it, mom, where is it?”, Amy yelled at the top of her voice but just loud enough so that her mother could hear her from the kitchen downstairs.
“It might be on the cabinet next to your bed!”, an echo boomed from the distant voice of her mother.
“It’s not there! I’m getting late!”
She heard angry footsteps approaching her bedroom. The sound of her mother’s rubber flip-flops increased until she stood between the frames of her door. She walked right past her daughter with frustration lining her every heavy step and opened on of the drawers in the cabinet, grasped the metallic iPhone and held it in front of Amy.
She stuttered and was looking for the appropriate words which would make her seem not-so guilty.
”Didn’t I tell you that it would be in the cabinet, Amanda?”
“You said, ‘on’ so I......”
”Breakfast’s on the table.”
At that she snatched her phone from her mother and ran past her to hide the guilty shame which splashed her face and skipped down the stairs, entering the kitchen.
“AMY!”
This time the voice came from the front yard. It wasn’t her mother’s either, but the voice belonged to one of her best friends/ neighbor, Haylie Dewinters. The Dewinters moved to New York six years ago due to Haylie’s father’s active role in the music industry right from Ohio. Amy and Haylie discovered many common interest amongst each other and became close friends ever since.
 Haylie calling out for Amy was just an indication to her that she was late, on the first day of school. Grabbing a piece of brown toasted bread, she dashed towards the living room to fetch her bag, all in haste. 
“Amanda, eat your breakfast.”, her mother said as she walked down the stairs and caught a glimpse of a plate of toast and bacon with one missing piece of toast..
“Sorry, mom, I’m really late.”, she said as her fingers struggles to tie the laces of her Nike shoes in a hurry.
“Aren’t you forgetting something?”
She looked at her mother, with bewilderment soaking her thoughts. She looked at where her mother was standing near the dining table and reality hit her.
“Shoot!”, she said under her breath and ran to the table, grabbed her phone which lay on it, pecked a light kiss on her mother’s cheek and made her way to the door.
“AMY!”
“I’M COMING!”
“Good luck, honey.”, her mother said as Amy reached for the door knob.
“Thank you, mom, love ya.”, she said as she opened it and at that, she was out the door and heading towards Haylie.

“That’s almost impossible! She couldn’t have done that!”, Amy exclaimed as she stared at Haylie in utter disbelief, as they walked their way to school.
“I know, right? Even I thought so at first, but Samantha told me that it’s all true.”
“Wow.”
An eery silence followed this topic of their conversation involving Samantha - one of her other close friends’- cousin doing something extraordinary. Both of them were looking for something else to talk about.
“She called you, didn’t she?”, asked Haylie, not making eye contact with Amy.
“How did y-”
“I know you well enough.”
“Yes. It was worse than the previous one, to be honest.”, confessed Amy in a low voice, only audible to Hailey.
“What did she say?”
“Nothing new really. Same old, same old. But she just yelled a lot louder, I suppose.”
“Stop thinking about it for now. It’ll end up making matters worse.”, She said as she placed her hand on Amy’s shoulder and entered through the gates of St. Xavier’s High.

“Amanda Anderson.”
Mr. Peters - their new physics teacher - called out while going through the attendance.
“Present.”, said Amy, raising her hand to notify him about her presence.
“Amelia J-”
“Excuse me. Mr. Peters.”, said a boy standing between the frames of the door, interrupting Mr. Peters.
“And you must be.......?”, asked Mr. Peters, looking at the mystery boy from above his rimless spectacles. 
“Jake. Jake Bradston.”
“Okay Jake, why don’t you go have a seat over...........there.”, said Mr.Peters, pointing his long artistic fingers to the vacant space next to Amy. He walked towards the empty seat and plopped down on it. He turned  his gaze towards Amy who seemed to be looking everywhere but towards his direction, as Mr. Peters resumed with his work.
She felt a light tap on her shoulder and turned to see Jake smiling at her. She noticed his features for the first time. His dark brown, messed up,hair which seemed to be just a shade lighter than black and reached till the nape of his neck, his chiseled jawline and cheekbones, full lips that looked like an asset to his already attractive face and those blue eyes with light green specks sprinkled around his iris.
“Hello, mystical beauty. It is my utmost pleasure to finally make your acquaintance.”, he said as he bowed his head and held his hand out - palm up - to Amy.
“Now, in the 21st century, A simple, ‘Hi, nice to meet you.’ would suffice. Anyway, nice to meet you too.”, replied Amy as she placed her hand on his.
“Call me old fashioned, but that’s just the way I am.”