Here is my entry for Shelly Watter's first page contest. For deets go here.
This is the first page (260 words) of my YA Contemporary. Any suggestions for improvement appreciated!
I read somewhere that if you chant something enough times it eventually comes true. I once chanted one hundred and three thousand times in one night for my mom to get better. It didn’t happen. I tried the wishbone, the eyelash, and the birthday candle. I've tried coins in all types of water: fountain water, holy water and well water...nothing. My mom was still dying. Chanting turned to praying at five bucks a pop and easily arranged through mail order. I stopped the mail order but continued the praying. I didn't discriminate and worked with a few deities.
Moirae, Greek god of fate, please let my beat-up seventeen-year old jalopy turn on so I can get my butt to school. I turned the ignition and the engine caught with a grudging screech just as my phone rang.
Miranda, my best friend, never seemed bothered by anything, not even running in a cold
morning wearing stilettos and carrying a book bag too big to be hers. Chicago
"Don't leave me!" she yelled into the phone, her hair flying in the wind, her hips moving side to side as if she were dancing merengue to the beat of her stilettos as they hit the concrete.
"Hurry up, can't be late," I said, looking at her through the side mirror, my lips curled into a smile. Miranda and I have been friends since the third grade and although we pissed each other off enough times to garner snickers and glares from those unlucky enough to be in our trajectory, we were a good fit.