A/N: Hello, readers! If you've never read a story of mine before, then let me introduce myself :) My name is Sarah (but you can just call me Sar), and I write a lot. Seriously. LOL. I'd like to thank you for clicking on this story and giving it a chance! I'm going to apologize in advance for the shortness of the prologue, but I promise that the chapters will be longer :)

Disclaimer: As much as I hate to say it, VA isn't mine. The characters and stuff belong to the brilliant red-haired author, Richelle Mead. I only own my plot and a few characters :)

Enjoy the prologue, peeps!

~ Sarah Odair ~

Prologue

Life. A very mysterious thing.

Sometimes, it's so great that you want to to jump for joy, or so horrible that you want to throw it all away with the pull of a trigger. It's full of ups and downs, and riddled with obstacles.

Mine has a really funny way of sucking.

It seems like someone, somewhere, really has it out for me.

Me. Rosemarie Ayla Hathaway-Mazur.

It's not like my life is always crappy. I mean, I have my amazing twin sister to keep me from going crazy. Her name is Lillian, and we're far from identical. She has our mother's fiery red hair that falls in long waves that she inherited from our father, while my hair was curly like our mother's but deep brown like our father's. Her eyes are the warm coffee color of our father's, and mine are golden brown like our mother's. I'm wild, reckless and impulsive, while Lily is calm, level-headed and rational. Appearance-wise, we're an odd balance of our parents. But my personality comes from our father, and hers from our mother. Our first names are both Scottish for our mother, but our middle names, Ayla and Aysel, are Turkish.

We currently live in Montana with our mother, Janine, and our younger brother, Cameron. I'd much rather be in Canada with my father, though.

Let's just say that my mother and I . . . we were never really on the same page. She was too controlling for my taste. I much preferred my father, Abe, over her. But she hadn't let me go to live with him after their divorce when Lily and I were only eight years old. Ever since, I've barely been able to tolerate her.

Now, I'm seventeen, and in my senior year of high school. The only thing that keeps me from blowing my brains out and ending my miserable life is the fact that in six months, I'll be moving to Canada to live with my dad.

Dad lives in Saint John, a city in the province of New Brunswick. It's the oldest city in Canada, actually, so it's filled with history. Not that that interests me, but it's never a dull moment there with all of the tourism. My siblings and I spend ever summer there, for which I'm grateful. Dad has a lovely house―okay, so house is a huge understatement; Dad owns a mansion, practically―where Lily and I have our own rooms.

Living with my mother is pretty much unbearable. I mean, I'm only there on holidays, since I go to a boarding school, but even that is too much. Lily doesn't mind, in fact, she prefers Montana with our mother over Saint John with our father. I can't understand that at all. I mean, our mom is a total bitch.

Cameron . . . well, he's neutral. He doesn't care where he is, as long as he has his XBOX.

Anyway . . . the point is, I hate my mom. I hate Montana. I hate St. Vladimir's, the stupid school she makes us go to.

I'd honestly rather be anywhere else―Saint John, ideally.

Who knew I'd get my wish?

I certainly didn't. I thought I'd have to spend the next six months in a place that I hated, trying not to kill myself or my mother.

But life is one big, screwed up game, and you've just gotta roll the dice.

So, what do you guys think so far? Does it sound good? I promise it will be! I've got big things planned for this story :D

Please, leave a review and tell me your thoughts :)

And, if you've never read anything of mine before, you should definitely check out my other stories! I write for a few different series, though the majority of my twenty-six stories are Vampire Academy xD

Until next time!

~ Sar ~