**This is the prologue to a story I've started to write. I got my characters off a website but I can't find it!! I have three chapters besides this written. I'm stuck. I know what I kind of want to happen but I can't fully bring my story there. I'm scared I'll end up copying some other author without even knowing I'm doing so. Feel free to leave feedback. If you have any questions just ask. If your going to be rude please don't even bother I don't need that kind of thing!** Prologue My name is Vana. Actually it’s Vanadesse but I prefer that people call me Vana. I don’t know what my parents were thinking when they named me. I don’t even know who my parents are. They left me with my grandmother when I was just a few months old. Even though we have a close relationship they are the one thing she wont talk to me about. We live in Bangor Maine, in one of the nicer sections of town. We actually live only a few houses down from Stephen King. I haven’t had the opportunity to meet him. Our house is an old two story. It’s white with blue shutters, and it has a huge front porch. Gram bought the house shortly after I came to live with her. She’s kind of made it her project. I believe it’s estimated to be from the 1800’s. Bangor maybe a small city but it‘s the only one for miles around. Everyone from the outlying towns come here to do their shopping or to go to work. I’m a popular Sophomore at the local high school. I'm smart for my age. I have a 4.0 GPA without even trying. I’m 5’5” and petite with long golden blond hair. My eyes, a pale ice blue, are framed by long thick lashes and are set in a pale perfect face. I’ve been told that I could be a model if only I were 18. I have the greatest best friend anyone could ask for. His name is Alex. We've been friends since we could talk. I’m a normal teenager. or that’s what I thought until my 16th birthday. That’s when things started getting weird.