Here are my snippets from the 100 for 100 Challenge at GoTeenWriters:
Life was not fair. I wasn’t
strong enough to protect everyone. And
there was nobody stronger to ask.
I squatted down to his level, took a piece of a cookie from his hands,
and popped it into my mouth. It smelled
faintly of sweaty fingers and washable markers.
“God…” I began. But I stopped
there. Why should I ask Him to protect
Mason?
“You boys got a problem?” a voice rang out. I twisted my head to see the outline of a man, leaning nonchalantly against a dumpster.
My ears heard the genuine care in her voice, but my mind rebelled
against it.
“This some kind of set up?” one of the men demanded. He looked like a nervous firecracker.
I found a smile somewhere in my brain and quickly pasted it on my
face. “Yes, it’s fine,” I said.
Prudence directed my steps toward Brant’s path, but the sound of Darla’s
laugh stopped me in my tracks.
A strong conviction took hold of me that I did not want to take the
shortcut through the alley after all. My
safest course was to backtrack as fast as I could and promise to take the long
cut from now until eternity, amen.
I didn’t want to die. I
sooo didn’t want to die.
He stepped forward, putting his body
as a block between Robert and me like a possessive Doberman.
The leaves hung limp and wet like so many drowned cats.
The leaves hung limp and wet like so many drowned cats.
I lay awake in my little bed, but I couldn’t
sleep. The day had been too perfect – I
didn’t want to let it go. In my 5-year-old
genius mind, I decided I needed a drink of water. I tumbled out of bed in my little pink
nightgown and padded down the stairs, picturing my parents’ surprise and
eagerly awaiting my momma’s laugh.
I
knew she would laugh.
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