S**t

I hate being that girl. So I was trying to help a friend of mine with a guy she kind of likes, but I think he's starting to like me. And here's the real problem, I promised I wouldn't steal him, but I think I'm starting to like him too, I mean he's really cool and he's fun. But I hate being that girl. I want to help her out so bad and that's how this all started; me hanging out with him last night trying to find out of they'd be a good match, and they might be, though I think he'd scare her with his driving a little. I'm guessing this is why I don't have a bunch of chick friends. F**k.

Senioritis.

I'm officially graduated from high school and I am still taking finals. Guh. And I'm super excited for the summer, I'm going to Italy (probably), and getting ready for moving out (Finally), and Kaytee and I are going to write a novel together (hopefully). Once we've got more written I'll post a summery or maybe the 'back-cover blurb'. Right now I have a scene up that we may use later in the story. I'm excited.

Book blurb

So a friend and I are planning to write a novel, this is a scene I wrote that may or may not end up in it, I'm posting it here for safe keeping. It needs some tweaking.

Hannah sat out on the floating boat launch, her back to the shore as she watched the storm clouds shifting. Everything was washed in grey as thunder boomed and rolled through the sky, angry clouds threatening to pour rain down at any moment. Her thoughts mimicked the sky, her thoughts roaring and churning, images of Kristofer and Hawthorne flashing sharp and bright like the lightning over head.

She sat in an odd calm as the deck below her pitched and bobbed, waves crashing up over the side, soaking through her jeans. She was spinning a bright yellow flower through her fingers; it looked like the last ray of sunshine had before the clouds raged in; desperate. She looked down at it and felt one of the velvety petals between her thumb and forefinger before gently pulling it from its place.

He loves me…

She raised the yellow petal to her mouth and blew it out into the storm. It settled on the raging waves and disappeared again. She plucked another petal

He loves me not…

She didn’t know how long this lasted, she didn’t even know who it was she was playing for, but soon enough, petal by petal she was left with one. For a moment the storm seemed to lull, like the world was breathing in. Hannah stared down at the last shard of color and slowly pulled it from its place. It rested in her palm a moment before it too was taken away by her breath, out to the ocean and swallowed whole.

“He loves me.”

The air shifted, the storm was breaking and Hannah smiled. He hadn’t made a sound when he had come; she had known he wouldn't. Vaguely she wondered how long he had been standing behind her.

“I knew you would be here”, he said. He understood her. He always had. He sat down on the end of the launch with her, his feet in the water, his white blond hair in his eyes and he didn’t say anything else.