Okay, so I know it's not Teaser Tuesday or even WIP Wednesday. It's just yucky old Monday. But, since it is Monday, which is the day I am most commonly running late, I've decided to share a little snippet of my writing.
It turns out, this snippet is not going to be used for anything. At least nothing I know of. So I guess this is really more of a snippet from (another) writing exercise. YAY for writing exercises, aren't they fun?! So much more fun than real exercising, for sure. And I've found they are a great way to practice your writing style and voice. What's better than that?
Anyway, here it is. I hope you enjoy!!
I flung my pillow toward the annoying buzz coming from my nightstand. My alarm clock and I had one of those love-hate relationships. He loved to push my buttons, and I loved to smack his. Only, usually after one blow from my pillow, hand, or whatever else within reach I could throw, he would cave. Not today. The blaring noise pierced my ears and seemed to grow louder with each passing second.
“At least he’s faithful,” I mumbled to myself. “Even if he is annoying.” In that moment, I wasn’t sure if I should be more worried of the fact that I had begun talking to myself, or that I referred to my alarm clock as a “he.”
Before I could come to a consensus on my sanity, I heard the beeping cease and a familiar voice above me; it too was annoying but could easily be overlooked because it came from my best friend, Mackenzie Fuller. It never surprised me when she appeared out of nowhere; she had practically lived at my house since sixth grade.
“Seriously?” She asked, incredulous. “Please tell me your incoherent mumbles are actually in reference to your alarm clock—as weird as it may be—and not Weston Jergens.”
The remainder of my mangled heart fluttered in automatic response to the mention of his name. It hurt and infuriated me at the same time. For him to have any control over me, or my feelings, still, was out of the question. All ties that bound us together were severed the moment I saw his Facebook status update: Wes Jergens is now single. Still, for some unknown reason, he held one of the invisible heartstrings; the one directly hardwired to my old feelings of love and admiration for him. And like a jerk, he proceeded to twist and tug and yank on that tiny thread every chance he got. Lucky me.
When I opened my eyes, I saw Kenzie standing directly over head, sporting my new green blouse and a pair of black, dangly earrings she had stolen—or, “borrowed” as she liked to phrase it—out of the jewelry box on my dresser. She only paused momentarily, admiring her backside in the full-length mirror that sat in the corner behind her, before continuing her rant, “Because one, you are way too good for him. He’s not even that cute. Plus, now, after being spotted with Megan, I’m sure he’s disease ridden. Serves him right. That’s what happens to boys who cheat—especially on my best friend. And two, I gave you the whole weekend to get over him. So, please tell me you’re not still hung up on Wes. He’s not worth one day of misery, much less two.”
I didn’t respond. I had nothing to say. We both knew she was right. Reluctantly, I dragged myself out of bed. “How long have you been here, anyway?”
“Oh, just long enough to get a good whiff of your ripe morning breath,” she smiled, waving her hand in front of her nose. And to raid my closet, I thought.
PS: Finally, I've come to the decision that THIS is the perfect layout for my site. Sorry for all of the changes lately. Also, because I've done so many changes, I had to re-add all of my widgets. So, if you don't see your name on my blog roll please tell me. I tried to add everyone, but the list is so big that I'm sure I probably left someone out. Sorry! :)