The first draft of the short story is finished, the 2nd is on its slow journey to completion. I was initially afraid to share stuff, but this folder was so empty, it made me really sad. So here is an excerpt of a short story, I want to lengthen into a young adult novel. It's a coming of age story, and I hope you enjoy the excerpt!
Some people say that life does not offer second chances. Well, if they told you that, knock them sideways over the head because that is just not true. My name is Penny, and let me tell you about my second chance at life. This story begins in San Francisco, my home town. This story features the fourteen year old me, and my brother, Peter. We are what you may call “delinquents”, but that is just a fancy word for “failures” in my opinion. My brother and I, however, did not start out like this. We use to live in this nice house with our nice and successful parents in this nice neighborhood with all these nice people. Everything was just very nice, did I mention this? Then not long after my brother’s 16th birthday, my parents announced that they were going on a semi-permanent vacation to Paris to sort out their “relationship” problems. It all felt like a ploy to get away from us kids, and perhaps even to avoid paying for my brother’s college education. Talk about bad parents! They were the adults. They weren’t supposed to run away from their problems, that is what kids do. Peter and I were so mad at them that we decided to run away before they could even leave. One midnight, we started packing up some of our most prized possessions. Being teenagers, our list of things to bring consisted of our cell phones, laptops, plus some other necessities like a few hundred dollars worth of cash, and some extra clothes to change into. With our bags packed, we said goodbye to the Wilson’s residence semi-permanently, ha! See what I did there?
Some people say that life does not offer second chances. Well, if they told you that, knock them sideways over the head because that is just not true. My name is Penny, and let me tell you about my second chance at life. This story begins in San Francisco, my home town. This story features the fourteen year old me, and my brother, Peter. We are what you may call “delinquents”, but that is just a fancy word for “failures” in my opinion.
My brother and I, however, did not start out like this. We use to live in this nice house with our nice and successful parents in this nice neighborhood with all these nice people. Everything was just very nice, did I mention this? Then not long after my brother’s 16th birthday, my parents announced that they were going on a semi-permanent vacation to Paris to sort out their “relationship” problems. It all felt like a ploy to get away from us kids, and perhaps even to avoid paying for my brother’s college education. Talk about bad parents! They were the adults. They weren’t supposed to run away from their problems, that is what kids do.
Peter and I were so mad at them that we decided to run away before they could even leave. One midnight, we started packing up some of our most prized possessions. Being teenagers, our list of things to bring consisted of our cell phones, laptops, plus some other necessities like a few hundred dollars worth of cash, and some extra clothes to change into. With our bags packed, we said goodbye to the Wilson’s residence semi-permanently, ha! See what I did there?