Prologue

prologue of 'Where?'

All was well and in place until last night at dinner. Astonished at the horrid news, both my fork and chin dropped to the wooden floor with a heavy clank. On dad's face, I met a huge grin. Mom had one too, but an apologetic one. Without bothering to pick up my fork, I stomped up to my room, locking myself in. I laid across my bed in anger. I don't want to move across the country! Beverly Hills is great! Everything I have here, too, is great! I don't want to leave, and I can't leave! Not now at least! I'm the Zachary Zuyler, I've got another movie to shoot in a week! I can't leave! But I guess I don't have a choice.

 

How can they plan this? Worst, how can they plan this without confronting me first? Did they know I'll freak? Is that why they waited for the last minute to tell me so that no matter what they'd have to drag me to Massachusetts with them?

 

"Zach, honey, are you alright?" mom called in from outside my door.

"Go away!"

"Zach, open the door!"

 

Getting back up, I headed for the door.

 

"Here's your suitcase hon, better start packing."

"K mom," I responded in a grunt.

 

I felt my sky turn grey. Reaching my hands out, I dragged pieces of my Jigsawed heart with me. Only pieces though. Can't take everything with me! Can't take my room or my house, can't even fit my dreams into my suitcase! Off my bookshelf, I yanked out all the movies I've ever filmed and jammed them with the rest of my luggage. Pretty soon, my case was full. But I searched for more bags and suitcases. Into all I found, I packed only what meant the most to me. But I know I had to leave the most important thing behind; my heart.

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