For the last few weeks, I've been sharing snippets from my WIP, Undertow. I've loved writing this one so much I've made it my NaNoWriMo project for November. This week is exciting because Freesia and the mysterious Goth girl are finally going to chat.
Heeeeeere we go!
Enjoy.
A couple of weeks ago, Freesia saw the Goth girl leaning over the railing of the beach parking lot and she decided to confront the girl. Here's what happens:
She stormed up to the girl until they were an arm’s length away from each other, then she stopped. Rick had trouble stopping his momentum as easily and almost crashed into her, placing his hands on Freesia’s back to brace himself. Even in her fury, the warmth from his palms and the feeling of his breath on the back of her neck made her knees weak.
Focus, Freesia, she thought.
She put her hands on her hips, shifting her weight on her left leg. Her chest heaved, her heart thumping so hard she saw sparkles. She glared at the back of Goth girl’s hood-covered head trying to calm her body down.
“Hey,” Freesia said, her voice sounding hoarse. Goth girl didn’t even flinch.
Maybe she didn’t hear me with all the action going on. “Hey,” she said louder. No reaction.
Freesia looked over her shoulder at Rick with her mouth agape, cocking her head at the girl. Rick shrugged, then crossed his arms.
Oh no, she thought. You are not going to just ignore me!
She grabbed Goth girl’s shoulder, tugging her around to face them. “Hey, I’m talking to—“
Freesia drew in a sharp breath. Goth girl was even more beautiful up close. She had dark brown freckles sprinkled all over her cheeks and her skin was flawless. Her nose was tiny and emphasized her full lips. And her eyes…wow! They were the deepest emerald green Freesia had ever seen with tiny flecks of gold seemingly floating in them. There was something so powerfully familiar about her that Freesia’s stomach tightened.
The girl said nothing. She just stood there, motionless. Unblinking.
Freesia swallowed hard. “Who are you?”
A smile tugged up one side of the girl’s lips. She bowed her head deeper into the scarf of hair surrounding her face.
"Answer me,” Freesia said, her voice more urgent. “I want to know who you are and why you’ve been following me around, and I want to know now!”
Goth girl held her smile. “What makes you think I’m following you?” she finally said. The dead calm of the girl’s voice sent an icy chill down Freesia’s spine, shaking her body with a small shiver. But there was no way she was showing her fear.
“Uh…well, let’s see. Maybe because you’ve shown up everywhere I’ve been since I got here. Am I supposed to think it’s all a coincidence when you’re suddenly standing there staring at me and my family like you know us or something, then you just disappear into thin air?”
The girl shoved her hands deep into her kangaroo pouch in the front of her sweatshirt, then raised an eyebrow. Freesia noted that the sweatshirt was old and faded, fraying at the edges. And it was stained with…splotches of oil or some other dark substance. Even her jeans looked old and more like guy’s jeans than a girl’s. Why would a young beautiful girl wear stuff like that? She shoved the thoughts out of her mind, remembering she loved big and bulky stuff too.
“Maybe it is just a coincidence,” she said, shrugging. “Besides, if I was going to stalk someone, I’d at least pick someone who led a much more exciting life.”
Freesia cocked her head, narrowing her eyes. “Seriously? That’s your response?”
Goth girl tipped her chin down, her forehead pulling away from her hood. “What am I supposed to say?” she asked, never moving her eyes away from Freesia’s. “You came up to me, remember? I was just up here minding my own business—“
“Were you minding your own business at the store yesterday or up the road from our cabin a little while later?” Freesia interrupted. Angry tears burned her eyes. She wasn’t quite sure why. She wasn’t a crier. But she refused to let this crazy girl make tears fall when she’d braved everything else she’d gone through without many tears. That girl wasn’t going to break her.
That's it for this week! Be sure to check out all the other UBER talented authors HERE. And I'm also excited to let you all know that I'm less than 5000 words short of finishing this book! YAY!! =D
Until next time...
4 comments:
This is a terrific scene. I love your feisty Freesia character, and Goth girl is an interesting enigma. Love "scarf of hair."
Great dialogue between these two. Freesia's frustration just jumps off the screen, and Goth Girl's complexity is... intriguing and amusing.
Hi Sandy and Mirriam! =)
@ Sandy - Freesia keeps her fears, etc. internal. I love how brave she is. She reminds me alot of my youngest daughter. ;)
@ Mirriam - thank you for your comment on the dialogue. That truly means alot to me as I need to make it as authentically 'teen' as possible.
I appreciate your input. Thank you both! =D
Total awesomesauce! This rocks, Chynna! Thanks for sharing, and good luck on getting finished very soon.
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