Input on the beginning of my novel

hey all! I’ve decided to try and write a novel I have only written a short prologue (I think that’s what you call it) and I would like to hear some input and advice please!

Prologue Anger = Trouble

“Why are you staring at me like that?” she asked.

The only thing I thought to reply was, “Well, isn’t it obvious?” To me it was, the girl who I love to death and would do anything for has just told me that she has feelings for another guy. At this point, her question was the equivalent of, “What year is it?”

I’ll be interrupting this story as much as I like to let you know my thoughts and feelings, so before I continue to b!tch and moan about a situation and a girl that you know nothing about I would like you to know some stuff about me that may or may not be important to the story. My name is Adam, I’m a very confused sixteen-year-old. I go to the local high school, Landry Anderson Southern High, or as I like to call it, The Big Lash. I live in a small a$$ town, in a small a$$ state, in a country that has an ego the size of Uranus (see I can be funny).
The two most important things in my life, other then friends, family, peace and all that other nonsense, are music and Lucy. Lucy is the girl that I am currently having a fit over. I love my music, but I hate school and I am not afraid to admit that it is most certainly my downfall.

“Why?” I asked in a rather nasty tone. “Is it bothering you at all?”

“Of course it is, it’s like- it’s like…” she answered on the verge of tears.

“Like my eyes are showing the rage that I have been keeping inside for so long for when things like this happen between us!” I screamed as the weight of my sudden interruption hit her like a ton of bricks.

“YES!” she cried, and boy were the tears flowing now. “It shouldn’t even matter though, we aren’t even together, so you have no say in what I do!”

“NO! WE ARE NOT TOGETHER!” I continued to scream with rage. “OH! BUT YOU KNOW DAMN WELL HOW MUCH I LOVE YOU AND HOW BAD SOMETHING LIKE THIS WOULD HURT ME! YOU HAVE NO THOUGHTS ON HOW CERTAIN THINGS WILL AFFECT PEOPLE, DO YOU!!?!?!!”

By this time my anger had risen to a whole new level and I was no digging my nails into my arms and ripping the skin off of my lips (a habit that I developed in early childhood when emotions ran high). So I was sitting there, staring at her with eyes from hell, and she reached over to stop me from hurting myself…

“Stop doing that babe, you’re going to make yourself bleed,” she said softly as she reached over towards me.
“OH! AND WHAT DO YOU CARE!?!?!” I yelled as I jerked away from her and moved myself to the other side of the couch. 

“There’s another thing that I have a problem with,” I said as I started to calm down, “you’re not to call me babe again, ‘cause I ain’t your babe, not anymore at least.”

At this point she was crouched over and crying like a new-born baby. Her body was shaking and rocking and she was smacking herself in the head at random times. This is going to sound awful, but I was taking comfort in the fact that she was now experiencing as much pain as I had been holding in for such a long time. I mean I felt bad and I still loved her with all my heart, but it was nice to finally get some revenge. But hey, what can you expect when you give it your all and get no love in return? At the moment I didn’t really care about feelings; I just was trying to come up with a plan to get her out of my house and out of my sight.

“Ya’ know what, Lucy! Get the hell out of my house before I blow a gasket. I don’t want to ever hear from you or see you again. I am sick of your lies and of all of the pain that I have to endure just to love you.” I said this with a calm and clear voice. For some reason, I thought that the calm voice would have more of an effect then yelling ever could, because who really wants to listen to yelling?

Lucy left my house without another word between the two of us. She said “goodbye” and “thank you” to my parents as if nothing was wrong. I later felt bad for making her leave my house so suddenly, because it was freezing rain outside and our driveway was like a forty degree angle that was slick with ice. I thought about all of these things in a matter of a few seconds and decided that no one is perfect, not even me…
Answer #1

I think it would sound good if you wrote it from someone elses view like: “ This story is about a confused 16-year-old named Adam”. like that.

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