Prologue

The woman, tall in stature and broad shouldered tentatively walked into the salmon coloured room. Her beautiful designer suit blended impeccably with the colour scheme and her full ebony locks stood out like dirt on snow. Her skin was alabaster and she didn't make a point of hiding it, on the contrary she always enjoyed the attention she got from people who thought she resembled a porcelain doll.

She looked now, at the woman sitting opposite her, this woman was magnificently beautiful too. She was tall, hippy and broad shouldered much like her. Shoulder length slightly wavy honey blonde hair encircled her collar bone, her lips were full and rosy as if they were burning with passion, her nose was slightly to big for her face and it was rounded as if some where along the generations she had Islander heritage in her and her cheek bones were subtle and rosy. If you looked at every thing other then her eyes you would've seen a normal middle aged woman, not yet touched by age or pain but once you looked upon her eyes you would under stand.

She looked like she had seen to much in a life time, her once cheery grey eyes seemed dull and uncomprehending, slightly purplish bags hung under them and in between her arched eyebrows she had a permanent furrow which no amount of happiness could erase, this woman was broken beyond repair.

The woman in the suit sat down in a worn comforting arm chair; letting her freshly manicured fingers trace mottled patterns. From her bag she pulled out a simple balled point pen, and a note book.

"Good morning, Sahara, my name is Suzanne" Suzanne smiled exposing pearly white teeth.

"Morning, Suzanne I assume you got the letter from the publishers?" Sahara asked, leaning slightly foreword "I want only two things, Suzanne. One is to read the story before you publish it to make sure every thing is in order and two I want him to be acknowledged in the front of the book."

"Your wishes will be granted, you have mine and my publishers word on that" Suzanne promised, flicking a strand of her ebony hair out of her chestnut eyes,

"Well, good now we can get started" Sahara forced and smile. Suzanne's eyes widened slightly with excitement as she got ready to take down her precious notes.

"This is a story about, first loves and coming of age, this is the story about the life of Chris Chambers."