Prologue

My name is Allan Jackson Taylor. I'm 17 years old, and a senior in high school. Ever since I was a boy, more than now at least. I've had a big imagination, a fascination if you will, for the big or the outlandish. Like outer space for example, and how I've always thought wormholes were gateways in the space time continuum. My mind would often go there when my parents fought. I know what you're thinking ''sad story time" sadly yeah that indeed. My parents got divorced when I was 10. I often joke around with my friends and say mom went off to buy cigarettes just like people always say in movies and shows and never came back. It's something I often say to laugh off the pain of being abandoned. I just can't ever laugh hard enough to make it go away. This is why I hold on to the people that stayed like my dad and my friends cause I couldn't bare having to lose them too.

This is my story.