Prologue

Prologue. Need I say any more?

It had been just a few days since my world had come crashing down around me, yet I had to force myself to remember it. It was the thing that drove me to the iron arch I was standing in front of.
NASA. New Astronomy Space Academy. A cliche name, but all three of the space programs had been named that. It was some sort of tradition.
Should I enter, and hide my past behind some door, handing myself over to society in a sort of prayer for forgiveness?
Or should I become a pincushion for scientists?
Most of the world would say yes to the latter. I was a wanted criminal, I had annihilated San Francisco.
Well I had come that far.
The click of spotlights switching on, a sound I had gotten good at recognizing, reminded me that I must make my choice quickly.
Looking at the big picture I wanted to laugh. Who was I, a four year old, to make decisions about my life? Aren't parents supposed to do that? Oh right. I killed them.
I had made my choice. I stepped forward into a gleaming spotlight. But there was nothing they could do. I had sold my soul and self to the good of mankind.
I walked forward, through a grassy yard and into a sterile, metal room.
"We've been expecting you." A lady said from above.
"McKenna Sunninghouse."

Author's Note

I realize that it's a bit short. I'd like feedback about how I could make the character more realistic specifically, but any and all feedback is appreciated.

Reviews

[alanwgraham]

What you've written so far is a bit bewildering. The fact that the main character is four and has destroyed San Francisco would suggest you are describing some alternative world. Without a bit more information it is difficult to make some definite suggestions.
It is worth sticking with it to see where it goes but it does need fleshed out a bit.
Good luck and making a start is always the hardest bit.
Alan