HOW DO YOU LIKE THIS PART OF MY NOVEL?!?!?!?
hey pplz this is my first chapter of my new novel!! plz be completey honest to if i should keep writing or start something else!!! THANKS!!!! PREFACE I'm not much of a dreamer, and I'd rather be alone. Call me weird- I won't mind. But I'm just not interested in love. So, most girls have some dream about this: one day, their just walking around and then this "totally cute" boy just look at them and falls head-over-heels. A few days later, they admit their love and then blah, blah, blah. I'd trade what happened to me any other day- and that pretty much means that I'd rather be alone and dead in my grave, too. But there's no way out for me now. I'm stuck with it for life. This, I'd say, is definitely NOT cool. Here's what happened to me. I've been imprinted by a werewolf that I don't even love. CHAPTER ONE: THICK I fluttered my eyes. Gosh, it was bright. Who knew that San Diego was so bright in the morning? I certainly didn't. I'd just moved from Washington State to California. Under constant rain and sogginess, my mom needed me over here. She and Dad had divorced when I was young- separating them from any good source of joy. Dad was fine after a few years; he remarried someone named Shantal and had a little boy of their own. They didn't need me now, since I was long past my childhood. I was 16, and my mom was still alone. I had to help her. I've only arrived in San Diego for just a few weeks, and I've hated it. Yah, you might be thinking: "Wow. Who doesn't like sunshine?" I'm a Washington lover. So don't blame me if I'm one of those boredom -addicts. Hey, it's all about where you grow up. I sighed, blinking a bit. I looked all over my closet- in hope of finding an adequate outfit. Skinny jeans, short shorts, capri pants, miniskirts… red tanktop, blue blouse, plain t-shirt, black long-sleeve. So many choices… but I kept it simple.I threw on a shirt and slid into my pants, brushing my teeth furiously. I was scared about today. After I dressed and cleaned up, my day began. "Blaire, honey, where's your backpack?" ask Mom. "I have it…" I replied hastily. Today was the first day back in high school- and it was only two weeks before summer time. I ran my fingers through my wet black-brown hair; made sure my brown eyes weren't messed up, and took a deep breath. "Are you sure, Blaire?" she asked, her eyes full of worry. "Sure as ever, Mom." The word "Mom" felt thick on my tongue. I've never said much, since it hurt Dad so much. Even Shantal disliked that word; although she wasn't my mom, she was understanding, kind, and my best friend. Now, Mom and I felt like two roomies that barely knew each other. I wasn't like Mom at all- I just looked somewhat like her, just a bit prettier. I then gave Mom a hug and headed out to my new car- my present from Mom. It was a nice black little Volkswagen Jetta, just the way I liked it. It was brand-new, shiny, and definitely my style. As I put the key into the ignition, I closed my eyes. My first day at San Diego High. New friends, new teachers. I pressed my foot lightly on the gas and drove off to school, scared about what was going to happen. It was going to be a very long day. CHAPTER TWO: ANNOYED As I looked around on the GPS in my car, I finally found SDH. First day... and there was only two weeks of 10th grade left. I was late for most of the year, but back in home, I was advanced. So this was no biggie. Then it hit me like a rock. This was California. Different school schedules... damn it. I had to have school in the summer, too. Damn, damn, damn! It was just fine in Washington- nothing bad. But lookie here! Dumb school in summer. I pounded my fist on the steering wheel, my car horn blaring at an incoming student. She was short, pretty and fun-looking. Her bouncy yellow curls were short, and she had bright green eyes. I looked carefully. Did I see pink in her hair? Wow. Nice fashion here. I got out of my car immediately, apologizing to the girl. I greeted her, and she greeted me back. "Hi! I'm Tessa Smith. You must be new here!" said the girl. "Hey. I'm... Blaire James." After that, I felt somewhat annoyed. Tessa seemed nice, but I wasn't all that too sure. She was too "San-Diego-y". Just then, some guy came up to Tessa."Hey Tess," he greeted, and then he looked at me, "are you Blaire, the kid from Washington?"
