Who wants to help write a successful book?
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Thread Topic: Who wants to help write a successful book?
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The bell rings and we all head out. That was my final class, which means I need to head to detention, The only problem is I don't know where it is.....
Avery seems to read my mind, and asks, "You need help finding the detention room?" I nod, and she takes my hand, leading me down the hall. -
At the end of the hall is a classroom labeled "Detention and In School Suspension." We go into the classroom and I sat down on one of the desks in the middle. Avery sat next to me, and when she sat down, her write-up flew out of her pocket. I grabbed it, and handed it to her, but not before I read it.
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It said, '"dear mrs. and mr. Hyde, i am sorry to have to inform you, your daughter is failing to perform in-" i didn't see the rest before she snatched it up.
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"Thanks." She said nervously, stuffing it into her pocket. We both sat in detention, which was really boring, since you just sit in there, not doing anything. When the bell finally rang, me and Avery both walked out of school together.
"That was the worst 30 minutes of my life." I said once we got out of school. She shrugged. "You get used to it after a while." I looked at her. "And how much do YOU get in detention?" -
“A normal amount.” She says with a another shrug. The band was practicing and you could hear them playing from the classroom across the school grounds. They were playing something that sounded like Beethoven’s symphonies. Avery grabs my hand and we walk out like that. There was no one but the other detention kid but he was way ahead of us. The teacher was still inside and extra curriculum classes hadn’t let out yet. I shiver every time her hand moves on mine. She smiles and I say, “And what might a normal amount be?” And she looks at me all seriously and says, “3 times a week.” And we walk in silence for a little bit.
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"Isn't that like, a lot?" I ask, still walking with her down the road. She shrugged again. "Not when your me, I suppose." We kept walking, and after a long pause she said, "Did you read the- the write-up?"
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I shook my head slightly. "Kind of, but not enough to see what it was about." She seemed to breathe a sigh of relief.
"But what was it about?" I asked. "Why would you get a write-up?" -
"My mom, asked for my grades..." she said.
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i could see straight through that lie but i didn't want to push it. i realize i feel lonely, and then i notice her hand isn't in mine. ''ok.'' i say a little bit later and she's fidgeting with her hands.
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After a while, we enter my street. It's almost dark out, and my parents would definitely wonder where I was if I didn't show up for dinner. Thankfully, we reach my house before it gets too late.
"Thanks for walking me home." I say to Avery, and she blushes. "No problem, see you tomorrow!"
I open the door, and almost immediately my dad is asking me where I was.
"Just at Andrew's house." I say, and immediately, Samuel pipes up. -
"But you and Andrew aren-" He saw my face, and his mouth snapped shut.
"Well, welcome back." My dad said, eyeing me and my brother suspiciously. I knew my dad didn't care too much where I went. His mind was always on other things. I entered my room, and Samuel-being the annoying brother he is-followed me. -
“I heard you and Andrew fighting!” Samuel said. “I don’t want my younger sister getting hurt by some boy! What did he do?” He keeps going until eventually I cut him off. “You know, I don’t think we need phones to call Grandma in Paris. We have you, Samuel.” I say, slightly relishing in the burn. He wears a look that’s is identical to an old orangutan’s.
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Hey! I’ve been reading the story and like what you have so far. You said in a post that you were struggling, may I ask what you’re struggling with?
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We haven’t been consistently writing, and I remembered since your good at this, you would have some ideas.
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The story needs a little more spice and sophistication. You can add that.
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