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by Rach "Lil Miss Texas"
18/Texas/High School Senior
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Rach being author-y. Oh, just publish her already!
(Photo credit: Rach's dad)
I'm sharing with you the prologue and first chapel of a novel I'm working on called Teddies.
This is meant to be a dark comedy. (I'm a satire addict.) I welcome
constructive criticism, so please give me tips on anything from grammar
and syntax to style and themes. Please enjoy and comment below with ANY
comments or questions.
Synopsis (click "Read the rest of this entry..." to see the full text):
It's tough when you move to a new school, especially
when a Jewish prophet high on LSD has convinced a cult full of teenaged
upper-class serial killers that you're their messiah, sparking a series
of murders and terror on your town and ending in a massive police chase
after you turn yourself and them all in for several counts of
premeditated homicide. But hey, it's all in a day's work when you're
Will Truman...
Prologue.
As I'm running half naked through a perfect cookie-cutter upper
middle-class suburban neighborhood, I'm wondering exactly where the
point in my life was that I made the choice to bring me here. Behind me
and far off I can hear sirens; lights flash blue and red. I feel the
pavement tearing up the balls of my feet, which aren't used to running
around outdoors like they were ten years ago.
In some direction I don't know is an angry cult full of Bret Easton
Ellis-worshippers after me. Maybe they'll use their trademark, a
slashed jugular and a TB carved on my right pectoral, right above the
heart. They probably won't, because there won't be any time; if I'm
lucky they'll be too rushed to even use a knife, and will just off me
with a gun. If I'm unlucky, they'll hit me with the car so I can't run
and they have more time, though that might still be lucky if it kills
some nerves. Just as long as they don't take me away, but that probably
won't happen, what with all the cops that are out.
I should have stayed at the police station, I'm thinking if only I
stayed at the station instead of freaking out and running while Liam
and his cronies combed the city for me and waited for me to screw up.
And boy did I. My lungs are on fire while I debate whether to duck
between two houses into an alley or keep running through yards the way
I am, close enough to a house to crash through a window and get to a
phone but far away enough to not wake up the family and bring more cops
into this.
What a pile of shit, I'm thinking as I look at the alley again,
listening hard for the sound of Liam's huge SUV, the sound of any car
nearby, but the cops have blocked off a lot of the roads and there's
nothing I can hear except for a few bunnies or something in a bush
nearby.
I leap a hedge and run to the right and hop an iron fence but my toe
catches and I fall on my face and I'm thinking shit shit shit shit but
I don't say it because if I say anything, if there's a single Teddy
nearby, I'm dead. My jeans are torn now, and I think my toenail was
ripped open or something because I can smell blood coming from my foot.
In the house next to me a light turns on, so I get up on my feet and
ignore the screaming hell-pain in my big toe to run and very carefully
inch my way out of the yard and into the alley.
It hits me that this may have been a bad decision when I see the
grill of a painfully familiar Lincoln Navigator sitting silently ten
feet away.
One.
It is my first day at St. Mary's Bleeding Heart of Perpetual Sorrows
(or something like that), and the nun at the front of the room is
forcing me to come introduce myself to the class. It's bad enough that
I have to wear a uniform to school, now some fat pelican-woman in a
habit is forcing me to stand in front of a class and repeat the same
thing I've said over and over at new school after new school.
Hello my name is Will and I'm really nothing special. Hello my name
is Will and
