As much as I would like to think that this was going to change that, I knew deep down it wouldn’t.
The air picked up like a gust of wind was tearing through it.
“Where have you been young lady? School’s been out for three hours.”
This itself isn’t a story it’s a piece of a story. You can’t rush novels to the point of action. You have to build the plot from the ground up. This is exposition, or background information. As a writer your first job is to introduce the characters. There isn’t a story without them. It’d be stupid to rush into a plot if you don’t the people in it. You claim this is confusing, what if I had thrown you right into the climax and you knew absolutely nothing about the characters, how the prior conflicts lead up to the main one, or why it’s happening. Yeah.
As much as I would like to think that this was going to change that, I knew deep down it wouldn’t.
My hair tangled backwards out of my face, reassuring my entire body. There was no backing out of this. He needed me.
The others would meet me soon and I had to be ready--for anything.
I inhaled and carefully opened the book to the page I had been studding since the start.
I was skilled in the art of multitasking: I could successfully consume a loaded tray of hot food without taking my eyes from within my book’s pages.
The biggest problem in my life at the moment was trying to convince half the people I knew that I did NOT have feelings for the new kid.
As far I was concerned, he was just Justin Daniels--the new kid in town--and I was still just Envy: the girl who fantasizes about living inside one of Anne Rice’s novels.
I shuddered a little and finished picking out my lunch despite the growing pain in the pit of my stomach.
Part of me had been hoping that it would be a small piece of time from the past, like a refreshing heaven within a blazing hell. Butno it wasn’t anything special.
There were several large posters advertising bestsellers like the newest book in the Eragon series and specials on Harry Potter box sets. Thus epenthesis on ’nothing special’.
She snorted clearly just as upset as I was by the lack of specialty the store held. I pursed my lips.
It was steal…
He raise one of chalky gray eyebrows and sighed.