Today I’ve decided to go in a different direction. I’m sure I’m like most writers–a hundred different stories floating around in my head. This is one I started a while ago and I’ve been thinking a lot about it. It’s a young adult and these are the opening six sentences.
The last time I got a good night sleep was May 16th. Three months ago. That night seemed a lifetime ago. Another planet. I had gone to bed a normal teenager with normal worries, like whether or not Peter Myer was going to ask me to the prom and if he did what was I going to wear. Now I could barely remember what Peter looked like.