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So its November and that means National Novel Writing Month and I’m trying my hand at it. It’s quite interesting so far and there are a ton of great resources being provided by the program. You should take a look and try National Novel Writing Month as well. Talking about novels I wanted to share the next snippet of my novel, The Truth Unknown! As always I want to stress that this is my original work and as such belongs to me. All copyrights, licenses, and permissions are reserved by me, Grace Hatton. If you steal, trust me bad karma is coming your way. As always, let me know what you think and I want to see lots of comments. I started this snippet with the last line of the last snippet, since it’s the continuation. Oh and one last thing, I have decided to include images I feel go along with the snippet from this point on. After all a picture is worth a thousand words ;p
Why would I need Mrs. Beatrix’s protection?
After all she was only a headmistress.
“You can go now Miss Moxley” she quipped. A tone of annoyance flashed through the words. I nodded, stood up and began to walk towards the door. Just as I placed my hand on the slick door handle Mrs. Beatrix said in a quiet shrill voice that send shivers down my spine “Oh and Miss Moxley remember this, you’re not the only one who see things”.
I glanced back at the small headmistress and she seemed deadly serious. I stared into her crystal blue eyes for one last moment before I rushed out of the office. My heart was racing and confusion plagued my mind. I stepped into the hall and took a deep breath. Everyone else was in class and I was bewildered. Perhaps nature would calm me. I wandered out into the gardens. I had to admit out of all the boarding schools I’d been to Heath Hill was one of the most beautiful. As soon as I stepped into the gardens I was surrounded by oak trees and just down the hill was a stunning river.
The moors nestled Heath Hill in the curves of their jagged rocks and hills. I stepped under the oak tree and stared out at the river. I wondered what Miss Beatrix meant by you’re not the only one who sees things. I was the only one who saw things I saw. I had never heard of anyone like me. I could have stayed under that tree the entire afternoon but the clouds rolled in and the rain began to pour down.
“Perfect” I sighed as I jumped up and ran inside Heath Hill. My outfit was soaked through and my hair was hanging in thick wet locks.
I hated getting caught in the rain off guard and to add to my horror all the classes poured out at that exact moment. Suddenly I was in a mass of bodies. I instantly saw and felt all of their attachments. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t be around this many people they were suffocating me. “Anna” someone called. I turned to see Regina Reynolds one of the many who had instantly become dedicated to making my life as severely unpleasant as possible in just a few short days.
“You really are a sad pathetic thing aren’t you” she smirked as she blocked my way. Her black hair swayed as her green eyes bored into my own.
“Let me pass” I sighed
“No” she sneered. My gaze flickered to Regina. I could see it. The dark creature was latched onto Regina. It had no face, it was almost like a dark smoke but it was wrapped around her tightly. It made me want to scream because when I looked at the darkness, it seemed to grip my heart with fear.
“Regina please” I mumbled as I tried to get past her so I wouldn’t have to see her darkness anymore.
“God! You are so weak! You’re a waste of oxygen Anna” Regina hissed before she stormed past me. I let out a sigh of relief. That was over but I was still stuck in the crowd of people. I turned trying to escape the crowd when I heard someone whisper “Look at me beautiful”
It sounded like a boy saying those words. Shaking off the voice, I readjusted my outfit and started walking towards my next class. After all no one ever called me beautiful.
“Yes you” the boys voice said again.
“Over here” he whispered. Curious I paused and looked towards the sound of the voice. As I saw the source of the voice I caught my breath. He was leaning against the stone wall of the hallway. His uniform was wrinkled and messy. His skin had a golden tan as though he had spent one too many summers in the south of France, his brown eyes sparkled and his dark blonde hair was thrusting in a million different directions. He was possibly the best looking boy I’d ever seen. Yet the best thing about the mystery boy was he had nothing on him. No darkness or light attached to him in fact a slight glow surrounded him. He stepped forward until he stood right in front of me. He was taller than me and his frame intimated me.
“What’s your name?” He asked
“Anna Moxley” I whispered. I was finding it hard to breathe.
“Well Miss Moxley I’ll be sure to find you again” he grinned and my heart palpitated in my rib cage.
“Are you sure?” I echoed
“I’m very sure” he grinned before turning away and disappearing into one of the side halls. As soon as he was gone I had to wonder who that boy was and why was he different from everyone else? Why didn’t he have light or darkness attached to him? Everyone else I had seen apart from my family had an evil or sorts or stunning light attached to them but not him. What was the significance of that I wondered. All of a sudden Heath Hill seemed like a much more interesting school.
This may have been my longest snippet yet but I hope you are liking it. If you have suggestions share them with me. If you have ideas about what is going to happen next share them with me! I love it when I can talk with supporters, readers and critics alike. Also if there is something you would like me to read please share it in the comments section.
Last thing before I go if you would like to sign up for National Novel Writing Month visit http://www.nanowrimo.org and get going! Many of the issues you have with writing can be dealt with when you start, but if you never start a work you will never be able to conquer your issues and become a fantastic writer.
Until next time be blessed, stay strong and never give up,
God Bless,
Grace Hatton – Best Selling Teen Author
P.S – I’m thinking about starting a series called These College Days on here where I post quick writing exercises I have done in class that I love and want to share. What do you think?
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