So Mez and I recently had a tea time over Skype and discussed what we wanted to do with the blog for 2017. One thing we are adding is the occasional snippet of our own writings. Somehow, I ended up being the first to do this…and today is the date.
Utterly terrifying. Whose idea was this???
Because it terrifies me, I’m just going to do it, then ignore it. So without further ado, here is the beginning of my Novel in November story, Blue. Dunno if that title it going to stay, but that’s what I got for now. Let me know if you like it! Or you know, if you don’t. Either way.
Blue knew what was coming: The Sigh.
She handed in her career survey to her homeroom teacher, thankful it was the last one she would ever have to fill out, and waited for it.
Mr. Gossett looked it over, checking to make sure she’d answered all the questions, then heaved a heavy, heartfelt sigh.
There it was: The Sigh. The why-do-I-have-to-deal-with-this sigh.
“Miss Taylor,” he said, sighing again.
“Just Blue,” she said, like she always did. “Something wrong?”
“Miss Taylor, I believe your previous homeroom teachers and your guidance counselor talked to you about this. Cyrptozoologist is not a viable career.”
Blue put her hands on her hips and stared down her teacher. She knew her five foot frame-in slight heels-wasn’t intimidating, but Mr. Gossett had taught her for almost two months and she saw him brace himself.
“Not a viable career? If I had written housewife, would you be complaining? A housewife makes no money and has no opportunity for advancement. Yet I know Missy wrote that and you didn’t say anything to her.”
She whirled around to face the class. “Missy, I hope I didn’t offend you. I’m just using you as an example. I’m sure you will make a wonderful housewife.”
Missy, a cute brunette and Blue’s best friend, smiled. “Aww, thanks Blue.”
“Welcome.” She turned back to her teacher. “Aren’t you supposed to tell me I can be whatever I want to be? To aim for the moon? Where is your encouraging spirit? I am part of the class of 2021. Are you trying to crush my hopes and dreams right before I graduate and launch myself into the world?”
“Someone warn the world.”
At the low words, Blue glanced over her shoulder, then tilted her head back. Diego stood just behind her. He was her opposite. She had pale skin with pale gold hair and dark, very blue eyes-hence her name. And, to her irritation, her frame was so slight, if she gained even five pounds over ninety-five, she started to look chubby. On the other hands, Diego had tanned, rough skin, dark brown hair, light brown eyes, and a six foot, rather impressive body. She was so envious. Of the height…not the body.
He reached around her to drop his survey on the desk.
Mr. Gossett picked it up. ‘Thank you, Mr. Vicello. And you want to be…a mechanic. Fitting for you.”
Blue raised her eyebrows. Did he even realize how condescending that sounded? Not that there was anything wrong with being a mechanic. She started to blast the teacher when Diego spoke.
“Yeah, I thought about putting cryptozoologist’s husband, but I didn’t think I’d have the guts to follow through.”
For a second it didn’t sink in, then the laughter behind her started.
She gave Diego a saucy smile. “I don’t know, a mechanic could come in handy. If you get the guts, send me an application.”
“Sure thing, short stuff.”
The nickname rankled, but she kept the smile on her face and went back to her seat, pulling her enormous satchel into her lap. It took her a moment to find the book she wanted amid the three other books, two notebooks, a dozen pens, dozens of loose papers, a small digital camera, and a pair of high end binoculars. And a rock. Why did she have a rock?
As she freed American Monsters from the chaos, an envelope slipped out and fell to the floor.
Blue frowned and looked down at it. How had that gotten in there? She set her bag back on the floor and picked up the envelope, flipping it over to see the address.
The mailing address was to her house and it had her name, not her mom’s. There was no return address, but she recognized the handwriting and her hand crumpled the letter.
Her mom must have slipped it into her bag before she left. As if that would make her open it.
Blue jumped and looked up at Diego. He stood beside her desk, looking even taller from her seated position.
“Yeah, I’m fine,” she said, pulling the letter into her lap. She saw his gaze follow it, but he didn’t ask.
The bell rang and she stuffed the book back into her bag and stood up. “Time for geometry,” she said, moving past Diego with her bag over her shoulder and the letter in her hand. As she passed the trash can, she tossed it in without another glance.
She wanted to look back and see if Diego cared about the letter, but forced herself to move through the crowd to the next classroom.