After listening to this episode of Book Chatter the other day, I decided to take publisher, Sherrie Wilolaski, advise and use my blog post as an opportunity for my characters to speak. That said, we will be doing a bit of an experiment today. What follows will be a journal entry of one of the main characters in my novel Pulled, and NOT an entry of mine, personally. Got it? Good. Here we go.
(This is a entry that happens a few years BEFORE the novel begins for anyone who has read it)
I talked to someone today. A boy, if you can believe it. My therapist will be thrilled. I’m sure she’ll pat herself on the back with the progress I’ve made. I said two words. I don’t exactly call that progress. On the other hand, I did say those two words to Seth Falconer, a Junior Varsity Running Back. That’s gotta count for something, right?
The truth is, I didn’t even mean to talk to him. The words just kind of slipped out. It was during gym, the one remaining class where the teacher still avoided me. Where the others had moved on, he remained unsure as how to treat the new orphan. Me? I was more than happy to mentally check-out for fifty minutes as the others in my class feigned interest in the ever popular sport: indoor volleyball.
It was while I was sitting on the bench, trying to lose myself in the shine of the floor, that said football player saved me from imminent death. Or at least a Marsha Brady nose. Milliseconds before my face was pummeled by a rouge volley ball, Seth stepped in front of me and took the blow in my place.
“My hero,” I said, in my best Scarlett O’Hara voice. The look on his face told me he had no idea who that was, but he smiled just the same.
“Anytime,” he said.
Yeah, right. Anytime. He’d acted purely on instinct. If he had known it was me he was saving, he probably would have let the ball cream me.
Then again, he did go out of his way to hold the door for me when the bell rang.Not to mention all of the times I caught him looking at me after that. Hmmmmm. Maybe he would be my hero after all?
Well, that’s enough delusion for one day, Scarlett.
Thank God no one reads this but me.