So I've decided to post my current beginning. It's definitely a lot better than it used to be if you look back on posts I did a year or so back on the beginning of my book. But is it good? Let me know your thoughts. Or if you have any of your own stories about beginnings...I would love to hear them.
The Current Beginning of Desiderium:
If
I never see this blinking yellow light again it’ll be too soon—way, way too
soon. I mean, a girl can only handle so much stress. My gaze falls to the cold
shackle clinging to my wrist, and the profanity of a thousand disgruntled
pirates swirls around my head.
Okay.
So maybe shackle is a bit of a strong
word. But this bracelet (which, by the way, is never even the slightest bit
annoying or inconvenient) has been stuck to my wrist since the minute I was
born, and has been following me around ever since. So to me, the word shackle
seems rather fitting.
Now,
if I could just go a month without making it mad, I would be golden. I’m pretty
sure they would honor me with an award and everything. I can picture the
headlines: Seventeen-year-old Rhiley
Winters Goes a Full Month without Setting off Desire Sensors—A Role Model to Us
All.
But
unfortunately for me, this month has thirty-one days, which is about thirty
days too many if I’m ever going to meet my goal. They gave me the most
temperamental bracelet in the world, so what do they expect? Seriously. This
thing starts going off if I even so much as think about how much work I have to
do, and how little time there is to do it. (In my defense, though, no teenager should
have this much work.)
Actually…to
be completely honest, it might maybe be more than just thinking about not
having enough time. I might maybe, kind of, sort of let my thoughts become
something more—almost, just almost, wanting
more time. And then bam, the next thing I know, my bracelet is quick to blink
its yellow light of discontent and the Class-D markers in my bloodstream become
dangerously close to the legal limit. Which, if you ask me, is unrealistically
low. Honestly…point zero two percent? Even the legal blood alcohol level was
four times that when people used to drink alcohol. But I somehow doubt that
argument will keep the officials from arresting me. In fact, putting up that
kind of an argument in front of the officials is exactly the kind of thing that
would land me in prison. And I’m way too busy today to make time for going to
jail. Maybe tomorrow.
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