Prologue

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"Hey Layna, look over here!" I look over at my brother and he hit me in the face. "Why do you always have to hit me all the time?!" That's my little annoying brother, he always hitting me. So I hit him back in the face, and we keep hitting each other back and forth.
    "Children calm down back there. Don't make me turn this car around." Mom said. "Sorry Mom." My brother and I said at the same time. "It's fine."
    Mom really wasn't going to turn the car around, she can't, we have nowhere else to go. Dad cheated on Mom with another slut. She thought he would never do again, but he did. Mom had gotten a divorce with him. Dad owned the house so he kicked us out, he told us to our faces that he never loved us, so Mom told us to pack our things and were visiting grandma's house for a while.
    My brother Jeremy is seven years old and he doesn't quite understand the meaning of divorce. My name is Layna and I'm 16 years old and I knew Dad was going to do it again. Mom has learned her lesson.
    Mom begin to cry, she took her hands off the wheel to wipe her eyes and the car swerves over and I look up...and I scream "MOM!!!" It was too late the head lights of the semi-truck with its horn blaring at us. The last thing I heard from my mom was, "Sorry I love you both."

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