Starting a novel! How does this look so far? Please help me and give me tips!
It was the perfect day to be starting my third year of high school. The fainting sun was giving its last try to push through the cover of gray clouds, and the wind blew in all directions. In spite of the weather, it was a warm, light-hearted day, and with only the heat of the sun penetrating the clouds, I didn’t need my pink striped jacket. It was my ideal day. Little did I know that it would be the picture of hatred in a few months.
Adorned in my signature blue mini-skirt and flowered green tank top, I let my Roxy flip flops slip off my feet so I could (again) run to the ever waiting bus. I flew pass the cast iron gates that were surrounding neighborhood houses, my feet collecting a layer of top-soil.
“Ms. DeWitt, you’re late. Again.” My disgusting bus driver, Mrs. Wells practically yelled into my face. I stepped up to the first stair, letting the scanner screen through every item in my sketchy black and white back pack. These days, when they couldn’t get a military officer on every bus, they had scanners instead. My posse and I totally agreed that it was getting way out of hand. Nobody really cared when some other non-existent kid disappeared.
I felt like the only one who did.
I found Kelly at the very last seat of the bus. Of course, it was the most popular seat, so its backing was weathered and littered with vulgar writing. I didn’t notice. I was just happy to have Kelly by my side.
“Kelly!” I yelled, scrambling for purchase in her arms. We hugged for a long time, and then she began the one sided conversation about her summer in-what was left of- Italy. She talked about how she had to have bodyguards surrounding her family every time they wanted to go shopping, how before you went into any store you had to be body scanned and your things had to be looked through. Then she skipped to the part about how all the boys had collapsed when they saw her curly golden-brown hair and blue eyes. I fingered my straight blonde hair and thought about how my brown eyes looked especially drowsy that morning. I never realized when we had gotten to school.
