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Ok, so I enjoy writing. I started writing this book just out of the blue and want to know if any of you think it sounds good so far. I know that i dont have a lot done, but just tell me if you would keep reading it! =) Ok here it is.
!Chapter 1!
“Sitting on the porch, Ay?” Jeremy came walking up towards me on the sidewalk as I sat on the porch in front of my wrecked up old house.
“This your place?”, he said to me as he stood in front of me with his hands buried into his jean pockets.
“Yep, you can sit next to me if you want, theres space you know”, I patted the spot next to me, inviting the boy to come sit next to me.
“Nah, I gotta get moving. My dad’s carshop wants me to help design a new car. Its my specialty”, he winked at me then jumped on his skateboard and took off.
I watched him skate off until I couldn’t see him or his shadow any longer. The sight of him was gorgeous. Blondish-brownish hair blowing in the wind with those baby blue eyes was just breathtaking. I couldn’t look at his face without daydreaming about a candlelit dinner on the beach with just the two of us. He was amazing. He was the most popular guy at school and to top it off, he was voted the “jock” of the school last semester.
“Claire! Claire!” I heard my mother yelling. The screen door was open, which let in to the house, so I was easily able to hear her. But I didn’t respond as quick as I should have.
“Brooklyn Claire Reshwindz!” My mother screamed.
I hated my first name, but whenever I heard it I responded immediantly. It was probably because I didn’t want to hear it once more. Ever since the second grade I have been going by my middle name, Claire. Brooklyn just always gave me the shivers.
“Yes mother!” I jumped up onto my feet and ran into the house.
“Put your brothers dirty clothes into the washer. We don’t need his boxers laying freely around the house”. My mother picked up Jonah’s bushel basket of dirty clothes and handed it to me. I looked at it with a disgusted face.
“Uh, are you joking?” I asked her. She shook her head and pointed to the basement door which led into the laundry room. I plugged my nose with one hand and held the basket with the other. As I went downstairs, through the left nostril I could smell cheeto’s that smelled like gym socks.
“Ewww!” I squealed in a little mousy tone.
“Dear?” My mother worriedly screamed.
“It stinks down here!” I said as I kept walking down the stairs that felt like a mile long.
When I kept walking down, I felt like it was a never ending path, it did stop smelling once I got to the few last steps but each step felt like the room was getting narrower and darker. It was scary.
“Claire!” A voice screeched. The door shut behind me, I couldn’t see it close, but I heard it.
I didn’t think anyone else but myself was down here, this was starting to freak me out. I turned around repetedly on the stairs. I didn’t know if I should get off the stairs and actually get onto the level of the floor.
“Claire. Come over here, Claire”. The voice said, it was coming from the left of me. Without hesitation I looked around the corner, I slowly stepped off the stairs and turned to my left. It was still as pitch black as how it was before.
“Hello? Can you repeat what you said?” she asked the voice. Then she heard a whisper.
“Over here!”
Claire turned the corner fully. It was still pitch black, but when the voice repeated what it had said, it sounded much closer than before.
“Over where?” Claire was frightened but she didn’t know what was talking, it sounded like a regular teenage boy that had a fully developed low voice.
!Chapter 1!
“Sitting on the porch, Ay?” Jeremy came walking up towards me on the sidewalk as I sat on the porch in front of my wrecked up old house.
“This your place?”, he said to me as he stood in front of me with his hands buried into his jean pockets.
“Yep, you can sit next to me if you want, theres space you know”, I patted the spot next to me, inviting the boy to come sit next to me.
“Nah, I gotta get moving. My dad’s carshop wants me to help design a new car. Its my specialty”, he winked at me then jumped on his skateboard and took off.
I watched him skate off until I couldn’t see him or his shadow any longer. The sight of him was gorgeous. Blondish-brownish hair blowing in the wind with those baby blue eyes was just breathtaking. I couldn’t look at his face without daydreaming about a candlelit dinner on the beach with just the two of us. He was amazing. He was the most popular guy at school and to top it off, he was voted the “jock” of the school last semester.
“Claire! Claire!” I heard my mother yelling. The screen door was open, which let in to the house, so I was easily able to hear her. But I didn’t respond as quick as I should have.
“Brooklyn Claire Reshwindz!” My mother screamed.
I hated my first name, but whenever I heard it I responded immediantly. It was probably because I didn’t want to hear it once more. Ever since the second grade I have been going by my middle name, Claire. Brooklyn just always gave me the shivers.
“Yes mother!” I jumped up onto my feet and ran into the house.
“Put your brothers dirty clothes into the washer. We don’t need his boxers laying freely around the house”. My mother picked up Jonah’s bushel basket of dirty clothes and handed it to me. I looked at it with a disgusted face.
“Uh, are you joking?” I asked her. She shook her head and pointed to the basement door which led into the laundry room. I plugged my nose with one hand and held the basket with the other. As I went downstairs, through the left nostril I could smell cheeto’s that smelled like gym socks.
“Ewww!” I squealed in a little mousy tone.
“Dear?” My mother worriedly screamed.
“It stinks down here!” I said as I kept walking down the stairs that felt like a mile long.
When I kept walking down, I felt like it was a never ending path, it did stop smelling once I got to the few last steps but each step felt like the room was getting narrower and darker. It was scary.
“Claire!” A voice screeched. The door shut behind me, I couldn’t see it close, but I heard it.
I didn’t think anyone else but myself was down here, this was starting to freak me out. I turned around repetedly on the stairs. I didn’t know if I should get off the stairs and actually get onto the level of the floor.
“Claire. Come over here, Claire”. The voice said, it was coming from the left of me. Without hesitation I looked around the corner, I slowly stepped off the stairs and turned to my left. It was still as pitch black as how it was before.
“Hello? Can you repeat what you said?” she asked the voice. Then she heard a whisper.
“Over here!”
Claire turned the corner fully. It was still pitch black, but when the voice repeated what it had said, it sounded much closer than before.
“Over where?” Claire was frightened but she didn’t know what was talking, it sounded like a regular teenage boy that had a fully developed low voice.