I just want honest opinions as to whether I should continue- is my writing style any good? I mean it when i say honest. im 18. thankyou

Prologue-

I continued running, stepping barefoot through the never ending forest of large pine trees as mud splashed onto my bare legs from the pouring rain. A thunderstorm was fast approaching.

Panting heavily, I finally made my way out into the open field of green grass and wilting yellow daisies, with the amazing Brooklyn mountains sitting so peacefully in the distance.

My knees plodded to the ground where more mud splashed onto my white, expensive dress, but i was far from concerned. I then screamed as loud as I could looking up into, what was now, the night sky with rain now soaking my hair. I cried hysterically not even caring if anybody was there witnessing my disgrace. My chest felt tight, there was a hole where my heart used to be, and I pleaded with the storm to strike me.

"Why?!" I screamed into the empty space "Why me?!" It was pointless, but I just hoped something, anything could hear me… that someone would just appear from behind me and tell me it’s all over…. anything would be better than this… even death. I layed in the rain on my back, spoiling my dress further. I stared up at the sky sobbing to myself and knowing i would have to face reality sooner than later.

Chapter One

I was just eleven years old when my mother announced we were moving to New York. I was neither happy nor sad about the decision, as New Jersey didn’t offer me much. I didn’t have many friends, in fact, my family were my closest friends, my dad being number one. I spent most of my days struggling through school and when I had free time I would sit down and read. I could read all day if I was allowed. I had an imagination like no other. My parents would constantly have to snap me out of my day dreaming and would have to yell twice as loud when they called me to dinner because I was always buried deep into my books. I was only really happy when i was reading… and living my life through characters in books, as my life was quite dull and boring. Ballet was pretty much the only other way I could free my happiness. I had been taking classes since I was three and wanted to be a ballet teacher when I was older- I was set on that.

I was never told the exact reason why we were moving- my instincts told me it was because we just needed change. Nothing was really happening for us here and we had been here since the year I was born. I think Mum was interested in going back to school and finishing her degree in nursing and Dad never had any problems finding a job- as everybody seemed to adore him just the way I did and he was a top business man, so moving wouldn’t have too much of an effect on him. He was a special man.. funny, intriguing, as friendly as one could be, he was my hero. My brother, Steven, was a lot like him except much more irritating and not quite as smart- but god, did they look alike. Dark features, olive skin, perfectly straight teeth. I looked a lot like my mum- she was tall, slender with long, wavy brown hair. She was very trendy and was more into the fashion than I was. I was often asked if she was my older sister. I loved my mum but we just didn’t have a connection like my dad and I.

It was the day of the big move and as the large black and white furniture trucks took off, we followed right behind. I took one last look at our small, apartment sized house and smiled with excitement about what was awaiting us in Brooklyn. I had a good feeling about what was to come.

Brooklyn wasn’t too far of a drive from New Jersey, so there wasn’t that much change in weather or scenery. The only thing I noticed was it seemed a lot cleaner and there were a lot more buildings and people to observe. I couldn’t wait to see our new house.

I was fast asleep in the back of our red Toyota when my mum spoke,

"Callie" She whispered, "Callie.."

I woke suddenly to see we were now pulling into a gravel covered drive-way.

"This is our home…" She smiled leaning over from the front seat.

I looked up to see a two story cream painted house with a brown, wood grain front door and large windows. Bright green grass covered tightly around the rather large house and rose bushes lined against the black fence that bordered around the house. The one thing that I immediately noticed was that we had neighbours! Our house in New Jersey was isolated and the only neighbours we came across were the occasional possums that would wake us during the night and ducks that would happily play in the small pond in our back garden.

I opened the car door and decided to take a better look from outside and after just a minute of admiring what was now ours, I ran to the front door, eager to see what the inside of the house looked like.
thanks a lot yeh.. i tend to write it simply then i go over it over and over adding more descriptive stuff etc to make it better…. thats what i did with my prologue.
thankyou for your honesty gina- i really do want the truth lol- i will try and improve on what u said! x x
and my story is called Still in Love with Me