I know some of you have seen this before, but here it is again - my first page of my completed, 67,000 word YA contemporary romance, A New Day (aka AND, because I love acronyms). I've been hard at work on Coyote Hotel (aka CH, of course), but it isn't done and isn't eligible for Shelley Watters awesome contest. Any comments you leave will be used to improve my entry, which will be posted over at Shelley's blog on Tuesday and be eligible for an agent critique. Thanks in advance and if you're here by hopping through the linky, I'll get to yours soon as well!
I slammed the car door and rushed past the men putting pieces of my life into a big white truck. I stopped right between my mom and the two movers she was leading toward our house.
"What are you doing? It isn't time yet! Get my stuff out of there!" My hair hit my shoulders as I pointed and turned my head to see what everyone was doing all at the same time. I resisted the urge to climb into the truck and push my things back out. Barely.
"Not now, Kenz." We watched our couch emerge through the front door. "You have two nights left to mope around. They're only here for the big furniture."
"I'm not going, Mom. I hate it there and I’m not going." I crossed my arms and blinked back tears. Embarrassing, yes, but nothing else had worked and I was desperate.
"We've discussed it a hundred times. This life isn't for us anymore and we're going back home." She turned toward me and put one finger in the air when my mouth opened for another protest. "Spend tonight with your friends. Tomorrow will be busy and we leave first thing Sunday morning. Both of us."
My original plan was to give one last rational argument for staying in Missouri until I went to college. Seeing the moving van in my driveway a day earlier than expected pushed all those rational thoughts to the side. I left without saying another word.
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