PrologueThree kindergartener-sized children sit in front of a blazing fire, two girls and a rather talkative boy. "I'm telling you guys, it's real and dangerous!" The small boy spoke with a lisp and his coal-colored, normally curly hair was experiencing a rather unfortunate case of hat hair. His caramel cheeks were a rosy pink, and he had a gap between his front teeth.
One of the girls giggled. "You're overreacting!" She was frail and delicately built, almost as if she'd crumble at the slightest touch. Her thin ginger hair was pinned up in twin buns at the top of her head, and she was missing her two front teeth as well as her canines.
"I'm confused; what're we talking about again?" The second girl asked, sucking on her index finger. Her nearly white-blonde hair was separated into two thick pigtails and her pale cheeks were flushed.
The boy gasped. "Mandy! You said you were gonna pay attention this time!" He crossed his thin arms, his face twisting into a pout. The first girl giggled again.
"Oh, don't be a dummy, Hayden! You go on and on and on and on about crazy stuff all the time! You can't expect us to be always listening!" She playfully pushed him.
"It's volcanoes this time, right?" Mandy blinked.
He nodded stubbornly. "Yeah."
“Well, you left off on how dangerous they were, so continue from there.” Sierra, the ginger, clapped her hands together, grinning.
“They have to potential to destroy everything! Do you know what a supervolcano is?” His dark eyes widened. The girls both looked at him, intrigue displayed on their small faces.
Suddenly, a woman’s voice was heard behind them.
“Hayden, Sierra, you guys’ parents are here. Time to go.” The blonde’s mother pulled up Hayden and Sierra with her muscled arms, helping them into their clothes.
“Thanks, Ms. Lane!” Sierra ran outside.
“See you guys tomorrow!” Hayden stumbled down the front steps, running towards his dad’s truck.
“Bye!” Mandy waved from her steps.
She didn’t see them the next day.
That was the day Sierra died.