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people have been asking about the novel i'm writing for nanowrimo, so i will explain a bit about the plot and post a small excerpt of it.
basically, the novel is about this girl named Kayla who's a sophmore in high school and about her life and stuff...pretty stereotypical and stuff. nothing that exciting. basically, 3/4s of it is told through Kayla's perspective. and the other 1/4...well, basically, Kayla's best friend Delilah wants to be an author so the other 1/4 is excerpts of the novel Delilah's trying to write...so it's kinda like i'm writing 2 novels. okay. here's the excerpt:
My cell phone rings.
"Hello? Might I ask who's-"
"Kayla? Where are you? I've been waiting for you for almost twenty minutes." It's Andrew. And he sounds pissed. That's rare. The last time he sounded so mad was when we found out who McCain's running mate is.
"Sorry. I had a track thing."
"And you couldn't have told me about it?" Andrew asks.
"I found out about it during lunch."
"And you couldn't have told me about it?" Andrew repeats. I can't help but wincing. He does have a point.
"I'm sorry. Look, I didn't mean to forget."
"Okay. It's fine." Andrew doesn't so much sound pissed as upset. In some ways, that's even worse. I hate it when I make Andrew upset. He gets all quiet and doesn't really talk much. It's awful.
"Do you want me to still come over? I should be home by half an hour."
"Um…"
"Come on, Andrew. You can't honestly expect me to let you watch Burn Gorham all on your own. What kind of friend would I be if I did that?" I wait to hear Andrew's laugh. Nothing. Crap.
"I'll ask my mom. Maybe you could come over after dinner."

i hope you like it! tell me what you think
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