Genre: YA
Contemporary
Word Count:
62,000
A month ago, Devin
wrecked while intoxicated—or so she’s told when she wakes up from the coma.
Facing charges, she fights to remember exactly what happened: something the
real driver wants to keep buried.
I heard the voices but couldn’t place them in the
darkness.
Your prom dress is
in! You’ll look fab when your bruises disappear.
Cooper feels really
bad, you know? Wake up so he can stop moping.
What were you
thinking?
Come on, Sweetie.
Open your eyes for me.
You got what you
deserved. You get that, right?
I hate being here.
Seriously. You couldn’t have waited for my side of the story? Of all the people
to be stuck with…
I couldn’t move, couldn’t answer any of them. I tried but
everything felt so strange like I was at the bottom of a pool after diving from
the board. Voices were muffled and came in and out. I didn’t know how long I’d
been in the darkness, but I knew I wanted out.
One day, I don’t know how long I’d lived in the dark, the
water started swirling around me. Like coming up after a dive, the current
roared in my ears. Rising to the surface, I opened my eyes and gasped for air
that didn’t immediately.
Everything was blurry, and I had no idea where I was. All
I knew was there was something shoved down my throat keeping me from breathing,
and I fought to jerk it out. How in the world could I breathe better beneath
the surface than I could with my head above water?
“Hey, calm down. Stop pulling it,” a distorted male voice
echoed in my ears. I felt pressure on my arms like something was holding me
down.
I aim my dart and hit 19 on the pie!
ReplyDeletedouble line: query and first 150 pages. - Pete Knapp
ReplyDeleteMy dart hits the 15 line.
ReplyDelete#PitchMadness, dart hit 18 flying for TRUST.
ReplyDeleteMy dart hits the Double Line ... Carlie Webber
ReplyDeleteI've got a bullseye left and this seems like the time to use it. -Carlie Webber
ReplyDeleteAiming, aiming, throwing: Outer Bull! - Pete Knapp
ReplyDelete