DALLAS
PROLOGUES

...Hi all... I'm back with a new story in the teen genre. Actually this is a novel that I have long archived, I did not want to post this novel, but because unfortunately so I post here....

...Happy Reading......

Zdorr! I woke up from my sleep, hearing such a loud gunshot from inside the house. My heart rate's getting harder and harder, I'm scared. I walked out of my room on the second floor with my slow footsteps.

"Are they robbers?" my thinking.

I peeked over to see what was going on down there. And it turns out what I think is right.

"Oh shit that I thought was right they were robbers" I said in a low voice. The five robbers wore black hoods, and I could only see their eyes.

I picked up my baseball bat, then walked slowly down the stairs with bare feet, I watched too many movies and in one of the scenes from the movie, every time a villain entered their house, the owner of the house will hit him from behind with a baseball bat.

I tried to follow that with confidence I felt, I would win against the five robbers, with my small body. Yeah, because at the time of the incident I was still sitting in ninth grade.

when I walk with a baseball bat in my right hand. One of the robbers saw me. "Oh shit they saw me." My words tremble. "Hey! there's a little boy in there!" shouted one of the robbers.

I was so confident I was going to fight them with a baseball bat, fail. I'm a complete loser I ran into my room and locked the door.

"W-how is this what should I do?" i stammer.

In such a precarious situation, an idea might come to my mind. I opened the window of my room wide. So that the curtains sway in the wind.

Then I went back to hiding under the bed of "Pyuhh~" I exhaled, under my bed a lot with toys and posters of Harry Potter.

And before long the robber tried to break down the door of my locked room. It didn't take long, my locked bedroom door was completely destroyed by the black hooded robber.

"Hey little boy you can't get away from us."

I could clearly see their big black shoes under my bed. Then I was so grateful that one of them said, if I had jumped through my window.

"Hey! look, it looks like the kid jumped out of here. Look, the window's wide open like this."

"Ah-fuck we lost that kid! " The thief said very loudly.

I smiled because my idea went smoothly. But I remember my nene who was down there. Grandma. I wanted to get out from under my bed, but I was getting more and more scared. My tears suddenly just flowed, then I heard the siren sound from the police car that was getting closer.

Then I was unconscious under my bed.

After that dark night. I suddenly heard a soft voice like my mother. "Dallas~Dear wake up." I opened my eyes and it turned out to be true, I woke up in my mother's warm embrace. Then I hugged her so tightly.

I walked with my mother downstairs in black clothes. There I saw that I was lying with a white cloth. The gunshot I heard that night. It was the sound of gunfire from the black-hooded robber who was shooting at my grandmother.

I couldn't walk slowly, I let go of my mother's hand. Then ran up to my dead grandmother who was lying lifeless. "Grandma!" my yelling.

I kept crying while hugging her. But my father tried to get me off of him. My father calmed me down by hugging me so tightly while saying, "Dallas you boys you must be strong don't cry. You're big." whispered

I began to calm down and I also felt strong because of my father's words, "I have to look strong and fine. I'm a boy." I said in my heart, when I looked around me, I just realized that there were so many people in my house, my father and my mother who were in Canada were suddenly home, because before this incident, my father and mother were on their way to Indonesia, to see me.

then my little friend, Yasmin, he was by my side. I felt complete when they all gathered, but I was still sad that my nen left me for ever. I really lost her, my grandmother was the one who took care of me since I was a baby. My mom and dad are busy with their business.

My father was a wealthy man, he owned a natural gas company in Canada. My mother is ordinary. My mother's life changed so drastically when she married my father. I know the love story of my parents from my grandmother, because my grandmother was my mother, from my mother.

"Sir Brian" Call someone to my dad. My father was Brian Dwimaro and my mother was Elga Lituhayu. And my parents' names are all in my name. First, I don't like my name. But after I thought about it, my name was good because of the design of my parents' names. My name is Dallas Elga O'Brian. I don't think my name is so bad.

After that, my new life began. With so many changes..