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If you are a writer or just like what you wrote for an assignment, post your favorite snippet here, but no bad language please!
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If you are a writer or just like what you wrote for an assignment, post your favorite snippet here, but no bad language please!
Here is a snippet of a story I am writing. Someday I want to make it a novel.
” Ruby Delany Andes!” Her mom flicked the pencil against the table. “Are you at all listening to me?” “Huh? What?” Ruby shook her head making her short, clipped black hair flip into her face. “Didn’t think so.” Anna Andes shook her head. “I’m just… preoccupied.” Ruby mumbled, her eyes wandering to the window. The noon sun danced over the tips of the trees, in through the panes of the window. Then she froze. “Oh no! I’m late!” She stood up suddenly, making the chair skid back. “Ruby!” “Sorry mom, gotta go!” She replied, gathering her jacket. Before she left, she reached under the table and, grasping the thick leather strap, pulled a fat sack with a strange swirling design off the floor. “Ruby…” her mother snapped, but Ruby was already out the door. “you didn’t finish your studies.” She mumbled into an empty room.
Meanwhile Ruby burst out the door, a blast of cold nipping at her bare arms. She bounded up the stone walk way, the sack bouncing against her legs with every stride. She stood at the bottom of the slope leading to her friend’s house and slipped on her jacket. Pine needles slipped under her feet as she crawled up the steep climb. Curling her fingers around branches, she pulled herself up, while her feet scrambled to find foot holds along the way. At the top, she paused and brushed herself off. Ahead of her loomed Isabelle Moon’s house. Ruby slipped through the gap in the bushes and rushed up to the window. “Tap tap” she tapped her fingernail against the cool glass. A light came on in the room. Her friend popped up and slid the window up. “You’re late.” She hissed. “I know, don’t get your braid in a tizzy, Is.” Ruby laughed. She threw her sack through the open window and slid herself through after it. Ruby’s foot hit the wall creating a skid mark with her high top. Isabelle sighed while wiping off the wall, her white scarf unraveling. With a huff she rewrapped it.
This is just the beginning of a story that I’m currently working on.
Prologue
My name is Sophie Smith and I am nine years old. My little sister, Grace, has autism. My mom is an alcoholic. My dad went missing four years ago. So I’m all alone in this cold, hard world.
Just last month, the government told my mom that she either needed to get help or they would take four-year-old Grace away from our family. They said that my mom wasn’t fit to be raising a young, autistic child like Grace.
Do you want to know what my mom did about this? Nothing.
Do you want to know what I did about this? A lot.
Chapter 1
“Mom, I’m going to school!” I informed her.
No answer. Like usual.
I walked down the cheap, old walkway to the end of the driveway.
The bright, yellow sun was gleaming on my stringy, un-combed, dirty blonde hair. My blue braces were poking against the inside of my mouth. I was wearing camouflage capris and a black tank top with a white Abercrombie shirt (all hand-me-downs) on top.
My bus arrived and I walked toward it while my white flip-flops slapped the ground. As I walked on the bus, the kids one year ahead of me, sitting in the last five seats on the bus, made fun of my house and my clothes. I ignored them but thought in my mind that one day I would do something about it.
I plopped down next to my best friend, Haley.
“So, how’d it go last night with your mom?” she asked.
“What do you mean?” I was confused.
“Y’know.” She leaned closer to me and said, “How she called the g-o-v-e-r-n-m-e-n-t.”
“Okay, so, like, why are you spelling?” I asked her. Spelling was not my strongest subject.
“Because Luke and all of them back there,” she pointed to the backseats of the bus, “don’t have a clue how to spell.”
Haley and I started laughing and she forgot all about the call. Which was a good thing, because I didn’t want to break the news to her until later.
We picked up about twelve more kids on the bus and then we finally reached our destination: school. My most dreaded location ever. I got so lost in the thoughts of the government’s phone call with my mom that I didn’t realize that Haley and I were the only two left on the bus.
“Soph! Sophie! SOPHIE!” she yelled.
“What? What do you want?” I said.
“Uh, have you not noticed that everyone is off of the bus except for us two?” Haley said.
“Uh, right. I was just kidding around,” I lied.
“C’mon girls, get on to class,” said our bus driver, Elaina. Elaina was the nicest bus driver that any bus had in school. She said that Haley and I were two amazingly smart and pretty young ladies.
“Alright, we’ll see you later, Elaina,” Haley told her.
“See ya, Bonnie,” called Elaina. Ever since the beginning of the year, Elaina has called Haley by the name Bonnie because she says that Bonnie reminds her of a little girl with a bow on top of her head, and she says that that’s what Haley reminds her of.
“Oh, and you too, Sweetums,” she called to me. I hated that name, but since it was coming from sweet Elaina, I’d go with it for now.
When Haley and I walked in the door, our friend Maya came scampering over to us.
“Hi Maya,” I said.
“Hi,” she said, quietly. She never was much of a talker.
“What did you do this weekend, Maya?” Haley asked her.
In a faint whisper, Maya replied, “Nothing. Well, I did go to the zoo, but not for very long.”
“That’s cool,” I said.
“Did you see Miss Monroe today? Her sweater is horrible!”
And that’s all I have so far. I’m working on it though!
Good. Did you kind of use my name in that?
Ya, but I wrote it before I knew you.
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Hey check out my story page i have a story there its not good but if you wanna use it thats totally fine! I don’t need credit!