Category and Genre: YA Fiction
Word Count: 60,000
Amarea is a brat. You may love her, but be honest, she’s a brat. She thinks the world owes her something because she is sick. I guess the world does need to be nice to her, but doesn’t she need to be nice to the world?
She wants to control Joey. I mean she can communicate with him telepathically, so doesn’t that make him hers? Joey just wants to be Joey. I guess Amarea wants some sort of control in her world, really she has none. Cancer did that to her. Stripped her of everything she can control.
She wants friends, but doesn’t know how to be a friend. She wants to be liked, but doesn’t really like anyone.
She’s the hero of this book, because, well, you don’t know any better.
First 250 Words:
Amarea walked between her parents. Maybe that would make her less obvious. She noticed him across the courtyard, big brown eyes and messy brown hair. She blushed when she looked at him. She knew even the top of her skull would be pale pink; that’s the trouble with being a bald freak.
I’m not a bald freak, Amarea thought.
The boy searched the crowd. He found her eyes and stared at her.
Stop looking at me, she thought. The boy looked away.
After a stimulating twenty minutes of welcomes from the principal and assistant principals, students were corralled into their homerooms, girls on one side of the hallway, boys on the other. No one said anything to Amarea. She sat by herself in the corner. She could see people glancing back at her, whispering about her.
I’m not a freak, she thought as a girl carefully placed a piece of paper on Amarea’s desk. The paper contained her schedule and locker combination.
Amarea had trouble opening her locker. The boy had come to her rescue. The lock opened easily with his skillful touch.
“Thank you,” Amarea said. What a cutie, she thought.
“You’re welcome,” the boy said blushing. “Do you need help finding your classes?”
“That would be great,” she replied. She wondered if he was always this nice.
“Yes, I am,” he admitted.
“Are what?” Amarea asked.
“Always this nice,” he replied.
“Oh,” Amarea said. I wonder if I said that out loud, she thought.
“Yes, you did,” he said.