Sorry I haven’t updated you guys on my writing! I have been really busy with STUFF. I am participating in the NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month) YWP (Young Writer’s Program). My word goal is 15,000 words and here is my first draft. It’s a VERY rough draft, mind you! Here is what I have so far:
By Camille Marlowe and Abby Rose
As I yawn and open one eye, I see that my iPod screen is lit up. I have two notifications from Instagram. Nikki (@nickels200) and Roger (@roorooroger) liked my post about National Boys Hug Girls Day. It’s not actually a real “holiday”, it’s just a fun day when boys hug girls for no reason. I’m hoping that Roger gives me a hug today. That would be awesome!
I wait until my clock says 7:00am, then throw my covers back and hop out of bed. As I slowly get dressed, my cat, Agnes, creeps into my room and jumps onto my bed effortlessly. When I try to pet her, she hisses and bats a claw. I sigh.
“Good morning to you too, Agnes.” I saunter into the bathroom to brush my teeth. As I glance in the mirror, I notice that my mascara from yesterday still hasn’t washed off. Yesterday was halloween, and I dressed up as a vampire. Nikki dressed up as a pirate, and we called ourselves the Vampirate sisters.
After I brush my teeth, I run downstairs and scarf down my eggs and toast. Just as I finish my cup of orange juice, Nikki’s mom’s car pulls into our driveway.
“NIKKI!!!” my mom yells from the front door, “It’s time to GO! We’re going to be late if you don’t hurry up!” I quickly grab my mascara from my vanity and hurry downstairs.
“I’m coming, Mom! One sec!” As I grab my backpack and tear my coat from the hanger, I realize that Coco is out of her kennel.
“Come on, you. Get in your kennel!” I pick her up and carry her to her kennel in my room. She’s a carmel-colored pug that I got for my birthday in May. She’s almost 9 months old now, and I have to take care of her pretty much 24/7. My parents don’t have time to take care of her because they both work full-time as doctors at the Bronson hospital.
When I finally get in the car, Jonathan, my baby brother, is having a fit. He cannot stand to be in the car for that long. That’s part of the reason why I’ve never been on any long road trips with my family. He gets fussy and starts screaming at the top of his lungs. It gets really irritating after about 5 minutes, so Mom and I have to start singing the ABC’s and Wheels on The Bus to get him to calm down. When we get to Beth’s house to pick her up, Jonathan is fast asleep.
When we get to school, I hop out of the car after Nikki and we walk in side by side. Kate and Sophie are waiting for us right inside the entrance. They both look exhausted from last night. We went trick-or-treating for hours. At 11, we all finally went home.
“Hey girls! How did you guys sleep last night? You look pretty tired,” Nikki sounds like she got all the sleep she needed.
“Yeah, I’m pretty tired,” Sophie yawns and blinks her eyes slowly, “How did you sleep, Kate?”
“Eh, I didn’t get to sleep until about midnight, but I’m not super tired. How about you, Beth?”
“I slept pretty well, actually.” For some reason, I sleep better if I go to bed really late.
“Anyways, did you guys see Mason and Roger trick-or-treating last night? I heard that they went in the same neighborhood as us,” Kate is practically stalking Roger and Mason. Ever since we told her and Sophie about our crushes, she has been reporting to us about their whereabouts and such. I wouldn’t be surprised if she had a crush on one of them, the way that she follows them around all the time.
“If I saw them, I probably would’ve told you guys by now, so no, I didn’t see them last night. They may’ve been out there, but how would we know? It was pitch dark and they were wearing costumes,” Sophie practically takes the words out of my mouth.
“What she said,” Nikki nods toward Sophie.
“Yep,” I agree.
“Hey Mason! What’s up?” I try to make small talk with Mason while we’re waiting for Mrs. Luciano to get back from the teachers’ lounge.
“Not much, you?”
“Not much,” I decide to ask him if he was out trick-or-treating in my neighborhood. “Where did you and Roger go trick-or-treating last night?”
“We were in the Newbrook neighborhood for a while, but then we had my mom drive us over to Crandall. Where did you guys go?”
“We went in the Crandall neighborhood, too! I didn’t see you guys, though.”
“We didn’t see you and the other girls either.”
“It was pitch black,” we say in unison. I smile.
“We think alike, don’t we?” He smiles back at me.
“Yes, yes we do.”
“Class! It’s not the time to chat!” Mrs. Luciano yells at class. “This is mathematics!” The class immediately goes silent.
“That’s better,” Mrs. Luciano smiles bitterly. “Now get your textbooks out and turn to page 122.” There’s lots of rustling as we all get our textbooks out of our bags.
“We will be investigating decimals and fractions today. What’s an example of a mixed number?” A girl particularly bratty girl named Lucille raises her hand confidently.
“Yes, Lucille?” Mrs. Luciano says sternly.
“1¾,” Lucille says this as if she knows everything there is to know about mixed numbers.
As Mrs. Luciano drones on about how decimals can be converted into fractions and vice versa, I stare at Mason until he looks at me, then I look away. I keep repeating this until the end of class.
“We will be doing an experiment on how what we eat effects our health. I will tell you all the details separately, because you are all going to have different projects. Here are your partners: Julia and Sam, Carl and Scarlet, Maria and Grace, Roger and Beth…” That’s all I hear. Roger is partners with me! I almost scream “YESSS!” but catch myself just in time. That would be really embarrassing.