The very cool and successful agent, Nathan Bransford is having an awesome contest in honor of the release of THE SECRET YEAR by Jennifer Hubbard. Click on the link to see the rules and prizes.
I'm posting my entry here...I'll be submitting my entry tomorrow morning. Please feel free to comment on my submission and make suggestions. It is an exerpt from the YA novel I am writing; HELP WANTED.
Journal entry 269
He hit me! I can’t believe it! He hit me! I’m not even sure why. We were having lunch at the Student Union, just like any other Tuesday. Laila came by and said Scott’s having a party Friday night. Alec said we might go. I pouted a bit and he said we’d go. Laila asked if I wanted to go shopping after class tomorrow to get something hot to wear to the party. I said sure. Lord knows I need something to help me look hot. Alec’s the best looking guy on campus and he’s with me.
When we got in the car his face changed. He was like really pissed off about something. When I asked him what was wrong, he just glared at me. Then he reared back and slapped me across the face. “You better not show up looking like some kind of whore Friday!” he said. My face was stinging. I started crying. I told him I wouldn’t and that he could come with us if he wanted to make sure I looked okay. (I should have asked him when I’ve ever dressed like a whore.) He told me no, but I better make a good choice.
I kept waiting for him to say he was sorry, but he didn’t. I’m really worried about what I should do tomorrow. Do I buy something plain and boring to make him happy? Do I buy something that makes me look good? What if I get it wrong?
So, what do I do now? I’ve been in love with Alec since the beginning of our senior year. He’s always treated me like a princess. Maybe this was just some kind of lapse. Maybe semester tests are stressing him out. There has to be a good reason for him hitting me.
I can’t tell anyone he hit me. No one would believe it anyway. He’s always so calm, cool and collected. If I told Laila she would freak. She’d tell me to dump his lil’ white ass. Then where would I be? I would be the same old boring me…but alone. When he calls tonight, I’ll ask him how his day went and see if he wants to come over to watch CSI. Maybe he’ll come over and bring flowers or something and tell me how sorry he is for what happened in the car. He’s got to be sorry, doesn’t he? I’m sure it won’t happen again. It was a fluke. He’s never hurt me before. Well, that one time in the woods. But that doesn’t count, it was an accident.
The very talented Natalie Whipple, who Nathan also represents, is having a contest. Follow the link to her contest.
I hope you find the time to write a little something and to enter in both of these great contests. Best wishes and thanks in advance to any of you who find the time to comment on my entry. :)