I've always admired all of the brave souls out there who post on Teaser Tuesday. And, until now, I've never had the courage (*ahem* LIE...well, not really. I'm a wimp, but until recently I haven't had anything to post ) to share any of my writing.
But now, I have this shiny new WIP that I'm finally working on. I'm so excited about it, and I want to share a little piece of what I've got so far.
Let me forewarn you that this is my first draft, unedited, and most likely problem riddled version. (Sorry!) I hope you'll be kind, though. Because if not I might cry. Then I'll start writing all over the walls like the girl in the picture. My hubby will surely have me committed for doing so, and I'll be forced to take a trip to the nutty farm. And the worst part will be you won't get to read these wonderful blogs everyday, unless they allow blogging at the nut farm. But, you don't want to be responsible for that, right??? Right??? Hello???
So, here goes nothing. This is the opener for my YA novel. Currently titled: Static. But this changes on an hourly basis.
Hope you all enjoy or at least pretend to enjoy! : )
The eyes of far too many teenage girls clung to my every move as I walked down the hallway after school. My first thought—with the exception of, why in the hell is everyone staring at me? —was my skirt must be caught in my underwear. It was the only reasonable explanation I could come up with. I slid my hand around the bottom of my jean skirt and found it was in its place.
How embarrassing would that be? I thought, relieved.
The moment my hand fell, I spotted the empty candy wrapper plastered to the door of my locker with a mint green wad of gum. Immediately, I knew why everyone was staring. A nauseated ache crept from the pit of my stomach, knotting and twisting as it consumed every inch of my being. Flashing the entire junior class a glimpse of my daisy-covered panties would be the least of my worries—of this I was certain. There were only two words scribbled on the foil lining that smelled of sweet, creamy chocolate:
Stumbling away, mouth agape, I scrambled, searching for the nearest escape. Part of me would have liked to humor my selfish side; the side that prayed this note was meant for someone else. I knew better. The clumsy scrawl was undeniable. This note was meant for me. My lungs contracted, struggling to find air that the hallway suddenly became void of.
How could he do this to me?
Even in my dazed stupor, I felt my classmates’ prying gaze slowly ripping me apart, piece by jagged and broken piece. Tears threatened to surface. They stung as I forced them back. We were fine earlier today. No, not fine. We were great…weren’t we?
From what seemed like miles away, I heard Amethyst’s light voice floating down the crowded hallway, “Em! Where are you going? You left your bag in the middle of the…”
I tuned her out and barreled through the door. Blinding rays brushed across my body, instantly warming the murky depths of my frigid thoughts. I couldn’t go back. Not now. Maybe never.
Have a great day!!!