Alright, alright.
I'm going to post parts of my new novel, Valentine, and if the interwebs like it, I'll post more.
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I'm going to post parts of my new novel, Valentine, and if the interwebs like it, I'll post more.
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Valentine
"Love is like a battlefield," my best friend, Delilah said. She situated herself on my bed.
"And where did you hear that?" I asked her, giving her a wry smile.
"Um," she propped herself up on her elbows, her long, dark brown hair sashaying across her back, "a magazine?" I laughed.
"You can't believe everything you read in Teen Queen," I told her. Delilah rolled her eyes, a smile playing on her pretty, perfectly pink lips.
"You're such an individual, Candy. Why can't you just go with the flow?"
I looked at her, "Because I don't want to be just like everyone else." Delilah laughed.
Delilah and I have been best friends since kindergarten. The other kids had never heard both our names, and they all questioned us with varying levels of interest. We would always sneak away at recess, to the old, abandoned swingset and hang out together, playing our little games like Secret Agent. Delilah was always the glamorous, smooth talking spy with the awesome fight moves, and I was the one who was levelheaded, and always had a plan. Eventually, the other kids caught onto our game. Our new friends played the evil Russian soldier who was trying to take over China, or maybe the sinister, scary sheep herder in the high mountains of Austria. Whatever it was, we always had fun. Those little games were the way that Delilah and I popped out of our 'omigosh, I have a wierd name' bubble. We were liked all around, and nice to everyone, but we weren't popular. I liked it that way, because no one gossiped about us, and there was rarely any drama. But Delilah was a different story...
On our first day of seventh grade, Delilah was super excited. She was calling me on my cell every five minutes, when I was trying to get ready.
"Hello?"
"I am SO excited," she told me.. I rolled my eyes.
"Do you know any other words besides excited?" I asked.
"That's why we're going to school!" She stated firmly.
"I gotta go," I told her.
"Bye, bye. See you on the bus!"
I grabbed my favorite bag, a worn in messenger bag, which I bought at an old thrift store, and headed out to the bus stop. My cell phone buzzed in the outer pocket. I reached to the side to grab it and ran smack into someone. Someone in a blue striped polo. Someone very, very cute. I blushed.
"Um, hi," I said,and by now, I could feel my face burning with embarassment. He smiled, then gave a friendly chuckle.
"Hey," the boy said, "I'm Josh." He held his hand out to shake mine.
"My name is Candy," I said, blushing again. Even though I knew that people accepted my name, I still got all flustered when I told someone for the first time.
He ran his hands through his dark, curly, gorgeous hair. I giggled, because that's what I always do when I talk to a cute guy. I could see the confusion on his face as he tried to figure out if I said something else, like Mandy.
"Candy? That's your name? That's...cool," he grinned. My face grew warm. Again. I think I might have a blushing problem.
"Love is like a battlefield," my best friend, Delilah said. She situated herself on my bed.
"And where did you hear that?" I asked her, giving her a wry smile.
"Um," she propped herself up on her elbows, her long, dark brown hair sashaying across her back, "a magazine?" I laughed.
"You can't believe everything you read in Teen Queen," I told her. Delilah rolled her eyes, a smile playing on her pretty, perfectly pink lips.
"You're such an individual, Candy. Why can't you just go with the flow?"
I looked at her, "Because I don't want to be just like everyone else." Delilah laughed.
Delilah and I have been best friends since kindergarten. The other kids had never heard both our names, and they all questioned us with varying levels of interest. We would always sneak away at recess, to the old, abandoned swingset and hang out together, playing our little games like Secret Agent. Delilah was always the glamorous, smooth talking spy with the awesome fight moves, and I was the one who was levelheaded, and always had a plan. Eventually, the other kids caught onto our game. Our new friends played the evil Russian soldier who was trying to take over China, or maybe the sinister, scary sheep herder in the high mountains of Austria. Whatever it was, we always had fun. Those little games were the way that Delilah and I popped out of our 'omigosh, I have a wierd name' bubble. We were liked all around, and nice to everyone, but we weren't popular. I liked it that way, because no one gossiped about us, and there was rarely any drama. But Delilah was a different story...
On our first day of seventh grade, Delilah was super excited. She was calling me on my cell every five minutes, when I was trying to get ready.
"Hello?"
"I am SO excited," she told me.. I rolled my eyes.
"Do you know any other words besides excited?" I asked.
"That's why we're going to school!" She stated firmly.
"I gotta go," I told her.
"Bye, bye. See you on the bus!"
I grabbed my favorite bag, a worn in messenger bag, which I bought at an old thrift store, and headed out to the bus stop. My cell phone buzzed in the outer pocket. I reached to the side to grab it and ran smack into someone. Someone in a blue striped polo. Someone very, very cute. I blushed.
"Um, hi," I said,and by now, I could feel my face burning with embarassment. He smiled, then gave a friendly chuckle.
"Hey," the boy said, "I'm Josh." He held his hand out to shake mine.
"My name is Candy," I said, blushing again. Even though I knew that people accepted my name, I still got all flustered when I told someone for the first time.
He ran his hands through his dark, curly, gorgeous hair. I giggled, because that's what I always do when I talk to a cute guy. I could see the confusion on his face as he tried to figure out if I said something else, like Mandy.
"Candy? That's your name? That's...cool," he grinned. My face grew warm. Again. I think I might have a blushing problem.
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