This is one of my first prologues for a book so sorry if it's bad.

"Mom!" Sofia whined from upstairs. Her mother picked up her phone and got out of bed, slowly heading upstairs. "Why are you up so early?" She asked, sleepily.
Sofia told a fib, "Oh, no reason, but..." she coughed a little and let out a small sneeze, "I don't feel good," she cried a little.
"I'll call you in sick, since I work at home this'll be pretty easy." She leaves the room almost running into Simon, who had a box of stuff.

"Sorry,"

"Sorry,"

Simon walked and place down the box full of stuff, "Hey." He whispered, smiling gently and placing himself on the edge of the bed. "What's wrong?" He asked. "I feel like I'm gonna puke, literally," Sofia says quietly.
"What is it with you 12 year olds and saying "literally" nowadays?" He smiles, laughing a little. "Maybe we wouldn't have to if you adults actually took us seriously!" I fired back.
"I would always believe you!" He fake argues. We laugh a little before he says he has to finish packing. "Welp, bye," He takes his box and leaves.

Sofia's mom walks in with a bowl of oatmeal and ginger ale. "The old fixer upper meal!" She laughs gently setting it up on Sofia's drawing table.
"Thanks mom," Sofia weakly picks herself up. She heard the bing of her phone meaning she had a text.
"Probably Josh, since I usually walk to school with him," She grabs her phone off her table.

"Sorry, I won't make it to school, I'm very sick"

"What if I meet a new friend you'll have to meet?"

"You and your bragging about having friends, just you wait and see"

"Lol"

"Bye"

Sofia eats her meal and gets into bed. Her mom had left to the office and was working but no matter what Sofia couldn't sleep. She tried and tried but she couldn't do it.
Finally after about an hour she was lightly sleeping on her bed. She slept for about an hour before there was a loud knock on the door.
She carefully got out of bed and stood in the door frame next to the front door, there she saw a man confronting her mother.

"Margaret, you owe me $5000 and you already know you're in other deep shit with me, don't fight," He huffed.
"I'm not giving you any money, not even a cent, Robert you ruined my life," She said, sternly. Suddenly, it hit Sofia like a rock. This was her father. She flinched and had a flashback.

"ROBERT! STOP! STOP!" Her mother screamed intensely. Simon hugged Sofia tightly, he was even scared.
"Bitch, I'll stop when I want to!" He threw another shoe that Sofia's mom dodged. That's when there was a sudden silence. It was broken by the voice of her mother, "Get. Out. Of. MY HOUSE!" She screamed, running at him with tears all in her eyes.
"MOMMY!" Simon screamed. Sofia was also crying and screaming. Their father left in a hurry, driving off in the old blue car they used to own.

"You put my life to shit too, you know that Marge? I didn't have anything but my phone, what I was wearing, and that damn old car!" He raised his voice.
"GO AWAY!" Sofia screamed. "What do you know about me!? You were stupid and you probably still are little SHIT!" My own father... Doing this... I couldn't believe it at all.
"The things this family has been through! And it's all your fault! You have much more than you did when you left so take it and be happy!" Sofia cried.

"You... you bitch. What you did to my mom. To my sister and my brothers. I can't believe you! I thought you loved all of us! But with the shit you've done I can't trust that statement anymore. Not at all." Simon now stood right in the clearing.
"Oh ho ho, how could I forget about you? The do-gooder kid? I have something very special for you," He gritted his teeth madly.
It all went to fast... the gun... the screams... the sirens... my brother... he got shot in the head... my father fled from the scene... "SIMON!" Mom screamed. "No, no, no, no..." she cried. Sofia hugged her softly. "I'm so sorry," Sofia sniffled.

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Tuesday Nov. 15 10:56 P.M.