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I'm 14, and I'm trying (TRYING) to scrape together a story. Do I have anything here, or should I abandon ship and try another story I've been playing around with in my head?
This is a good portion of the first chapter. I don't want to post the rest of it, as no one will read it. Haha. Thanks everyone!
Chapter One
Vanessa
"Omigod, I'm soo sorry, Vanessa."
"Did you ask her to go apesSHOOT on her mom and get sent to live with her aunt and family?"
"No-"
"Then shut up." Vanessa rolled her eyes at her friend Abby. Abby meant well, but Vanessa wasn't in the mood to put up with anything. Because in 15 minutes her mom would be home with Vanessa's dysfuctional cousin, Harlow, and her world would be over. On Saturday, instead of going to Brian Kentwood's totally awesome, totally POPULAR house party, she would be showing Harlow around town. At least all the popular people would be at Brian's party so they wouldn't see her with this purple hair-tattoed-pierced lunatic.
"I'm just saying you don't have to be so hard on her, V. That's all", Vanessa heard Abby huff her lips on the end of the line, "Well, I see you're in one of your moods. Catcha later, then?"
"Sure, Abs. Yeah, bye." Vanessa hung up the phone and exaimined the clock on her wall. Blue with white polka dots. 5:47.
Her time as a normal teenager was up.
Harlow
Harlow smiled at the dice set in her hands. It was a gift from the person she had been sitting with on the plane to her Auntie Clara's house in Colorado. It'd been a pretty long flight from San Francisco, California, but thankfully Harlow sat next to this cool old black guy who taught her how to play five dice. Things like that always happened to her- she had a certain spark with people that made her reach out to everyone she met.
"Harlow?" Harlow looked up and smiled to the familiar sight of her Auntie Clara running towards her through the airport parking lot, carrying a giant jingling bag, no doubt full of PTA papers and her book club book of the month. Clara was the perfect mother, the perfect wife, the perfect aunt. She was always polite and ladylike, with a prim little smile. Harlow wondered from time to time if Clara and her own mother, Agnes, were actually related. "Harlow!"
"Auntie Clara!", Harlow yelled excitedly and embraced her aunt in a hug, "I missed you. How's everyone doing? I haven't heard from anyone in a while."
"Great, great!", Clara grinned and pulled away from Harlow's hug to inspect her favorite niece, "Harlow Kaitlyn Jones, did you dye your hair?" Harlow coyly pulled at the ends of her newly dyed purple mop.
"It's quite possible. Now let us flee, I have so much to tell you!" Harlow laughed and shook her fists, making the almost forgotten dice set jingle in her grasp.
"What's that? That jingle?"
"Oh, just a dice set thingy. A gift from the kindly old gentlemen on the plane- he taught me how to play five dice." Clara laughed and rolled her eyes, "What?"
"That's just so typical... you! God I missed you. Let's scram!", Harlow smiled and let Clara lead her to the giant tofu colored mom-van in the parking lot.
When they were all strapped in, Harlow asked the inevitable. "So... how's Vanessa?" Clara froze, eyes on the pavement and stringy trees in front of her, hands gripping the steering wheel. Vanessa was the surliest of her three children, and was Harlow's age. She was also completely against Harlow staying with them, claiming it'd ruin her chances at popularity. What a drama queen.
"She's... Vanessa. You remember her." Harlow chuckled- she did remember Vanessa. She was perfect; she took after Clara. Long, wavy blonde hair, pale skin, brown eyes. A cute little smile and laugh. She was the age as Harlow, but always seemed a little older. She didn't find wonder in anything anymore and had grown up faster than Harlow. Example: Harlow's first kiss was at 14 with her boyfriend, Matt. Vanessa's first kiss was at 12 at a party with some random guy. When Harlow was 14 and Vanessa was 13 and three quarters (she refused to be younger than Harlow), Vanessa admitted that she had her first beer at a party over the weeekend. Harlow had her first drink when she was 16, at a family New Year's party. And it was disgusting.
"Well, I'm excited to see her!"
"Oh honey, she's excited to see you too!" That was a lie. That was such a lie, and Clara knew it. But sometimes a white lie can hide a family's black sheep.
This is a good portion of the first chapter. I don't want to post the rest of it, as no one will read it. Haha. Thanks everyone!
Chapter One
Vanessa
"Omigod, I'm soo sorry, Vanessa."
"Did you ask her to go apesSHOOT on her mom and get sent to live with her aunt and family?"
"No-"
"Then shut up." Vanessa rolled her eyes at her friend Abby. Abby meant well, but Vanessa wasn't in the mood to put up with anything. Because in 15 minutes her mom would be home with Vanessa's dysfuctional cousin, Harlow, and her world would be over. On Saturday, instead of going to Brian Kentwood's totally awesome, totally POPULAR house party, she would be showing Harlow around town. At least all the popular people would be at Brian's party so they wouldn't see her with this purple hair-tattoed-pierced lunatic.
"I'm just saying you don't have to be so hard on her, V. That's all", Vanessa heard Abby huff her lips on the end of the line, "Well, I see you're in one of your moods. Catcha later, then?"
"Sure, Abs. Yeah, bye." Vanessa hung up the phone and exaimined the clock on her wall. Blue with white polka dots. 5:47.
Her time as a normal teenager was up.
Harlow
Harlow smiled at the dice set in her hands. It was a gift from the person she had been sitting with on the plane to her Auntie Clara's house in Colorado. It'd been a pretty long flight from San Francisco, California, but thankfully Harlow sat next to this cool old black guy who taught her how to play five dice. Things like that always happened to her- she had a certain spark with people that made her reach out to everyone she met.
"Harlow?" Harlow looked up and smiled to the familiar sight of her Auntie Clara running towards her through the airport parking lot, carrying a giant jingling bag, no doubt full of PTA papers and her book club book of the month. Clara was the perfect mother, the perfect wife, the perfect aunt. She was always polite and ladylike, with a prim little smile. Harlow wondered from time to time if Clara and her own mother, Agnes, were actually related. "Harlow!"
"Auntie Clara!", Harlow yelled excitedly and embraced her aunt in a hug, "I missed you. How's everyone doing? I haven't heard from anyone in a while."
"Great, great!", Clara grinned and pulled away from Harlow's hug to inspect her favorite niece, "Harlow Kaitlyn Jones, did you dye your hair?" Harlow coyly pulled at the ends of her newly dyed purple mop.
"It's quite possible. Now let us flee, I have so much to tell you!" Harlow laughed and shook her fists, making the almost forgotten dice set jingle in her grasp.
"What's that? That jingle?"
"Oh, just a dice set thingy. A gift from the kindly old gentlemen on the plane- he taught me how to play five dice." Clara laughed and rolled her eyes, "What?"
"That's just so typical... you! God I missed you. Let's scram!", Harlow smiled and let Clara lead her to the giant tofu colored mom-van in the parking lot.
When they were all strapped in, Harlow asked the inevitable. "So... how's Vanessa?" Clara froze, eyes on the pavement and stringy trees in front of her, hands gripping the steering wheel. Vanessa was the surliest of her three children, and was Harlow's age. She was also completely against Harlow staying with them, claiming it'd ruin her chances at popularity. What a drama queen.
"She's... Vanessa. You remember her." Harlow chuckled- she did remember Vanessa. She was perfect; she took after Clara. Long, wavy blonde hair, pale skin, brown eyes. A cute little smile and laugh. She was the age as Harlow, but always seemed a little older. She didn't find wonder in anything anymore and had grown up faster than Harlow. Example: Harlow's first kiss was at 14 with her boyfriend, Matt. Vanessa's first kiss was at 12 at a party with some random guy. When Harlow was 14 and Vanessa was 13 and three quarters (she refused to be younger than Harlow), Vanessa admitted that she had her first beer at a party over the weeekend. Harlow had her first drink when she was 16, at a family New Year's party. And it was disgusting.
"Well, I'm excited to see her!"
"Oh honey, she's excited to see you too!" That was a lie. That was such a lie, and Clara knew it. But sometimes a white lie can hide a family's black sheep.