Every day I will write the very beginning of a story, a paragraph or a whole page, without worrying about where it might lead. "Nulla dies sine linea," I hope!
Thursday, April 9, 2015
Pageant Question: What is the greatest challenge facing young women today?
Melissa watched her friends make out. They looked like fish gasping on a hook. Their eyes were wide open and their heads turned in tiny circles, tongues occasionally pushing out their cheeks. They were in Peter's basement and Jenna had brought her here, supposedly as support to help her resist Peter's advancements. It didn't work. Melissa started humming to cover the sound of Jenna and Peter's desperate lip-lock. When he put his hands up Jenna's shirt, Mel went upstairs to find a drink of water.
Labels:
fiction,
memory,
pageant,
relationship,
teen/tween,
young adult
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