Sunday, August 22, 2010

A short glimpse of my young adult book.

Hey Readers!

I wanted to post a little piece of a book I'm writing. The only people that have read it were my major supporters, my boyfriend and my mother. I adore all my friends and followers and I wanted to share it with you too. The book is still untitled and is still in the rough stages of editing. I hope you enjoy what you read. Any and all feedback and comments are welcome!

**A portion of this piece has been changed, the new version will be coming soon!**

The Sun is bright in my eyes. The music from my alarm clock is still buzzing in the background. I am waking up with the same feeling I had last night, like my heart was ripped out of my chest and shattered into a million pieces. I heard the words that no kid wants to hear their parents say, "We are getting a divorce". I was numb, they just stared at me, waiting for a response, some sort of acceptance but there was nothing there. I felt like I was floating out of my body and I was watching down on another girls family breaking apart.

I remember the first time I saw my mom really cry. My sister was just born, I was 6, she came home from somewhere looking tired and exhausted. My sister started screaming and crying and then my mom just broke down, She took my sister upstairs, and I could hear her sobbing from her bedroom. I crept upstairs and peeked through the door, my dad took my sister and laid her down in her bassinet, I watched him walk over to my mom and kiss a tear off her cheek, he puts his arms around her and he holds her, after a few moments my mom had stopped crying. I never forgot about that, I felt like my dad was superman, he took all the frustration and pain away from her. Now that same man I once thought of as Superman is just sitting there, seeing my mom cry and he is not doing anything about it, like he doesn't even care. "STOP IT!" I yelled, I startled both my parents with my outburst, I stood in my dads face screaming "Stop it, don't make her feel like this, take it away" My dad was looking at me, with confusion and sadness written across his face. My mother let her face drop in her hands, she was crying so hard that her whole body was shaking. My dad started to come close to me, opening his arms for an embrace, I pushed him away and ran upstairs to my room, slamming my door shut. I sat on my bed while the news started settling in. I curled my knees up to my chest, I could barely breath. I can't stop the tears that are now spilling down my face. I am trying to see where it all went wrong, every holiday, every vacation, so many memories are running through my mind but I can't figure it out...We were happy.

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  1. Ooh this sounds really good! I would definitely read it :)

  2. Curious how old Georgia is when she received the bomb? It'd give me a sense of baseline on which child development stage she's in.

    I want to read more!! :]
    *If you want a perspective from a close relative of someone who divorced and the effect on the family... contact me.


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