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On Nov. 6th, I had an idea for a short story. I put my Nano up and started writing this one. 18,000 words in, and it's one of my favorite stories I've written so far.
Still trying to decide what to do with it (make it 50,000 words or turn it in Thursday for Astraea Press' V-Day submission deadline... decisions... decisions... )
Anyway, I thought I'd add it here for Sweet Saturday Samples: This is the first bit... VERY unedited!
I'm not sure what to call this book. Either:
B.I.G is Beautiful-- A Love Story Or The Red Queen Thoughts? Here is the snippet. Happy Saturday! The four worst words ever spoken came out of my mom’s mouth during breakfast: “You need math tutoring.” I didn’t need math tutoring, okay, so maybe I did. Maybe… possibly, I was failing a little, but who decided I needed to learn about acute and obtuse triangles anyway? I knew all about obtuse… and obese as my doctor liked to tell me. I thought she needed to stuff it. I tossed my biscuit down on my plate, so over my appetite. “My grades aren’t that bad.” “Sure, if it’s opposite day,” my mom smiled, chewing up her eggs with a smile on her face letting me know she was going to enjoy my math suffering. Oh joy. I resorted to my old stand-by that worked every time. “Mommmmmmmmmmm…” in my best two year old voice. It strangely didn’t work. She got all serious. “I’m not playing about this, Brittany. You can’t do anything you want if you can’t pass math.” “When will I ever need math?” “Right now. To pass this class so you won’t be a Sophomore forever.” “I like being a Sophomore,” I kinda pouted, then cut my eyes to Mama, just to see if it would work. Nothing. Typical. My mom was a tough nut to crack. “Well, I don’t. I’d like you, to you know, graduate.” “Eh, graduation is overrated.” “Brittany,” my mom said in that voice mom’s use to let you know it was over and if you said one more word you’d get the raised brow… then the tilted head… then the lethal stare... Since my mom was going to be typical parent, I decided to be typical teen. I rolled my eyes, decided from my mom's face that wasn't the smartest thing to do... and took my plate to the sink. “Fine. But don’t expect me to be happy about it.” “I’d never dream of it.” She hugged me from behind and kissed me on the back of my head. That was that. No more discussion. Her mind was made up. I was going to tutoring. I’d be a tutored kid. Yee-- haw. Like I wanted to be at that school longer than I had too every day.