Prologue

Christmas music played in store fronts as my bright smile reflected off of ice. Kacee pulled me, laughing with her brown curls bobbing under her hat. She looked like something out of a movie. 
Scripted. 
People bobbed to and fro, some laughing. Some singing. 
"Come on, Jessi, look at this one!"
"No this one!"
We were crossing the street. There was a store she wanted to see on the other side. 
She slipped. 
I heard her crack against the ice, heard her scream. And then nothing. For a moment as I tried to drag her out of the road there was nothing but my heart, beating furiously against my lungs.
People gathered, only a few, to try and get to us in time. 
The horn was so loud I thought I was bleeding through my ears. 
But the taste of metal against my teeth is what I remember. I slammed so hard over her that the clasps of her jacket had left a mark. An imprint in my gums. 
The wind blew that Christmas. 
And then she was gone.
She was gone.

Author's Note

- Grammar, spelling, the works
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Reviews

[jjwilbourne]

This was a good prologue. It's to the point and sets up a nice sympathetic response.
Make sure you capitalize after periods.
Either indent or line break your paragraphs (or both).
Some of the sentences are fragments. In creative writing, you can get away with that, but there is often a better solution through proper punctuation.
Good work.