Some writing.

Hey everyone! I decided to go ahead and put some of my writing on here, not my books because I'm saving those for publication but this some random writing from some of my graduate classes. It might entertain you and give you a little sense of my writing!

Update on my book; I'm waiting to hear back from a publication company. They've sent my manuscript to their team of editors but I still kind of feel like I want to self-publish. I'm too impatient to wait and hear if they like my book or not, I just want it out there! But we will see, I'm going to give it another couple weeks and then I may just jump the gun and publish. I'm over half way done with my second book and I am LOVING it. It's been a thrill to write, and it's turning out to have more twists and turns than I ever expected.

Here is some writing for your entertainment! Enjoy and thanks for reading!!

This one is called "Lost"- we had to write about an object/thing (tangible or not) and the character may or may not have gotten it back. We had to use a lot of descriptive words dealing with the setting. It was super fun to write!

Lost

            The second I step out of the old, beaten up Honda I am greeted with crisp, orange and red leaves. The air smells refreshing and the cold wind that whips my brown locks across my face reminds me that this isn’t home, and it never will be.

            I’m used to the sea breeze, the warm sunshine that bounces off my bare shoulders, the icy, cold water that touches my toes the second I step onto the shore line…now, that’s home. Not this place. Not this city. And surely not this old Victorian looking home.

            “Savannah, grab your suitcase and help your Daddy unload the car.” I roll my eyes at my mama, I want her to know how upset I am about this move. I want my old life back. I want my old friends back.

            I help daddy unload the car without speaking. I take suitcases and walk into the dusty, wooden-walled entry way. The house is big. Way bigger than our condo back home. It seems so warm in here compared to outside. The wood has a dark, warm tint to it and it smells of warm, apple pie. Weird, but nice.

            “Sweetie, your room is the one on the far right. Take your suitcase up there and get settled before dinner.” I don’t say anything to daddy. I’m madder at him than I am mama. He’s the reason we’re here. His job “relocated” him….in other words, his job “ruined his daughter’s life”.

            I climb the old, creaky stairs one at a time, dragging my purple suitcase behind me. When I walk into my room, I want to scowl but I can’t. It’s perfect. A big white, comforter lays on a brass-framed bed with a delicate canopy hanging above it. There’s a small desk that sits in front of window, with a white lamp sitting on the corner. On the other side of the wall, there’s three huge brass frames lining the wall, in a straight line; inside them lay pictures of the ocean; waves crashing upon one another, white sand along the shoreline, and the golden sun shining down casting a perfect glow to that beautiful blue water. It smells the beach in here too, it smells like coconuts with a hint of salt water. I don’t know how my daddy did it, but he brought the ocean to me. He knows. He knows I want my old life back, and he’s trying. I’ll give him that.

            I pull out my mason jar full of white sand and sea shells and sit it on the small white table beside my bed. This makes it feel a little more like home.

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            “Sweetie, get up and get ya some breakfast before school. You’ll need a full belly for your first day.” I groan in protest. The last thing I want to do is go to a new school. School started two months ago, everyone will already have their “groups” and I’ll walk into school and feel every stare pounding into my back.

            I decide to wear my new blue jeans and a white, lacy tank-top with a cardigan. It’s weird. I feel weird and so unlike myself to be wearing jeans. Back home, it rarely gets cold enough for jeans.

            “You look nice honey.” My mama stacks three pancakes on my plates and lathers them in syrup. The smell of syrup goes with this house, perfectly. Warm, and cozy. That’s how I would describe the downstairs of this house. It’s just so warm.

            “Thanks.”

            “Oh, Savannah. Put on a smile. You will make new friends easier that way.”I cringe at the word ‘new’.

“I don’t want new friends, mama. I like my old friends.”

            My parents both look at me with sadness lacing their eyes. I look at my mama and it’s like looking into a mirror. My blue eyes match hers perfectly, even the sadness that crowds them.

            The second I step out of the Honda and onto the concrete side walk, my toes freeze. I wore my sandals. I know, stupid but I had to bring a little piece of Florida with me to this new, cold world. The school building is brick, and leaves cover the now browning grass.

            With every step I take to the front doors, I hear the crunching beneath my feet. I think if I lived in here when I was younger, I’d love the leaves. I picture myself raking with my daddy and jumping into a pile of scratchy leaves. I hide my smile as I walk through the doors and into the front office and then replace it with my solemn face. You’re not supposed to be happy, remember Savannah?

            “Hi, I’m—” I was interrupted before I could talk any further.

            “Savannah! Welcome dear. Come on in and I’ll get your schedule.” A woman in her forties beams at the sight of me. She’s a pretty woman. Blonde hair with a red scarf wrapped around her neck. Yeah, I look like a complete idiot with sandals on.

            She prints out my schedule and leads me to my first class and I silently wish I was back home, walking to my classes in the outside, feeling the warmness on my cheeks.

            The only thing I could concrete on during my first four classes were my freezing toes and the impending stares from everyone. They’d look at me, look at my feet and then giggle. The boys stared longer than the girls; fresh meat, I guess (insert eye roll here).

            Lunch. Dreadful lunch. I have no idea where I’m going to sit. It’s not like my old school where we would sit outside, baking in the sun. Here, it’s a giant crowed cafeteria with several tables filled with students of all ages. I take in the sight of each table and cringe when I don’t find one acceptable table. There’s the jocks, with their blue letter men jackets on at one table. The other table has the freshman, with their acne prone faces and books piled high. There’s a few tables full of only girls, who chat away between bites of their salads and then there’s me. Standing awkwardly by the door.

            Just as I’m about to throw my plate away and take refuge in the bathroom, a tiny girl with black, chin-length hair walks up to me.

            “I bet your toes are cold.” She says as matter-of-fact. Why yes, yes they are.

            “They are.” I shrug my shoulders.

            “What’s your name?”

            “Savannah” She nods and holds out her hand.

            “I’m Piper and I’m your new best friend.” I shake her hand slowly and my blue eyes meet her emerald ones. She lets go and I’m stricken by her comment.

            “Well come on, let’s go eat.” I stand there for a moment or two, confused but follow her anyway.

            We take a seat at a round table with two girls and three guys. They take in my appearance and all lift their mouths into smiles.

            “Everyone, this is Savannah who likes to wear flip flops in forty-degree weather.” I laugh a little, feeling the tension leave my body.

            “Well take a seat, Savannah who likes to wear flip flips in forty-degree weather. Welcome to our group.” One of the boys says and smiles his charming smile at me. I feel butterflies swarm my belly.

            Maybe I don’t have my old life back, but this new one…yeah, it seems okay.