Sunday, May 10, 2015

SB#5 It Happened on Thunder Road - YA Romance


It Happened on Thunder Road

YA romance with magical realistic elements

95,000 words

Moving to Nowheresville sucks...until 17 yo Emmy falls for two brothers. But when one is killed, possessing the other, life gets freaky. Now Emmy must exorcise the reckless spirit or risk losing them both.

QUESTION: What type of Easter Egg would your MC be?

ANSWER: It’s a secret, but I’ll give you a hint: candy, chocolate, malt.

FIRST 300:
Sunshine stood in the crowd just beyond the airport terminal. Even after four years I couldn’t miss her. No one could miss my mother. She was wearing her skirt of many colors as I called it—a skirt she made years ago out of old bandanas. It sagged toward the floor like a tattered battle flag, which had clearly seen better days, the longer pieces grazing the tops of her ankles. And, if the skirt wasn’t weird enough, she had flowers in her hair. Literally.
Her eyes widened, and she threw her hands in the air, waving frantically. “Over here.”
Everyone turned to look at her.
I ducked my head and took my time getting to her because my legs were shaking.  If Dad cared about me even a smidgen, he’d have insisted I fly in a Boeing 747 rather than a rickety old puddle-jumper. But no, all he thought about was getting to his new engineering job in Iraq. I was just another part of the preparations.
Sunshine didn’t wait, but ran to me with open arms. “Emerald, look how much you’ve grown.”
No one had called me Emerald since middle school. I changed my name to Emmy when Sunshine left. It sounded more normal. I patted her back once and dropped my arm.
“What kind of hug is that?” she asked, squeezing me tighter.
“Stop it, Sun…Mom. You’re cutting off my air supply.” Was she deluded enough to think after deserting me things would be the same?
“I’m sorry. I’ve missed you so much. How have you been, baby? How was your flight?"
I focused on a kid and woman racing to the gate to greet a man with a briefcase. A real family. The kind I wanted to have.

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