There is a reason for that! I had this weird thought about an idea for a book and so far, i finished 4 chapters(I started after i came back from Australia but had the idea on January^^).
I'm giving you all an excerpt of the first chapter and i hope you all enjoy it! Because if i get good comments i may really consider being a professional Author!
So heres the chapter(i copy and pasted it so yeah:))
Chapter 1
“HEY, CAN I HAVE A BITE?” HIS EYES WERE ON THE BUN TIGHTLY GRASPED IN
MY PALM.
No . I wanted to say, but I felt a tingle down my spine and
I knew immediately from my gut. Mom’s stern round eyes were definitely on me
and I may die in hell if I didn’t give Jacques what he wanted.
I sighed, turning behind and knew to trust my gut
feelings. Slightly frowning, I leaned my right hand with the bun to his side.
He grinned at me and munched a huge side of the fluffy softness I loved. Even
cookie monster would be proud.
I peeked behind me and saw that Mom was taking out a
bottle of cold milk and poured its contents into a small bowl which I suspect
had some Chocolate truffles inside. For my brother of course… All I have was a
plain old potato-ham bun that I eat everyday.
“Mom? Is that for me?” I called out sarcastically,
taking a mouthful of bread.
“Yes. Is that a sarcastic tone?”
Wow! I admit I was surprised. It wasn’t ‘Mom’
style at all.
I glanced at her, hoping there wouldn’t turn out to
have poison inside there. It is a bad way to die and I hate drugs so I
definitely didn’t want to die in those disgusting hands of poisonous ‘SAY NO
TO’ drugs.
~~~~~~~~~~~1~~~~~~~~~~~
“Really for me?”
“Yes,
YES!”
I
blinked and took a bite of the truffle and ran out of house, grabbing my
bag together along the way. I hated the
way she treated me just because of that incident when I was young. I wasn’t the
fault of my father that he went totally crazy for drugs, I hated drugs. Hello?
I hate her biased feelings towards my brothers because of that.
“Those were supposed to be for Valentine’s Day!” My
eyes stung with tears.
~*~
I moment later, I was at the bus-stop.
Usually me, I would be waiting together with Jacques
and Joseph(my elder brother that I thought the bowl of truffles was for), as I
have responsibility of them getting to school.
Yeah, I was relieved of my duties today, which was
good news as I didn’t want to be the ‘house-maid’ whenever I was near my family
members. Dad not involved, as he just lies down in bed every single day, his
face drained of all the drugs and beer he had drunk. He’s in rehab, but I would
say he isn’t in a good state.
“Hey! Mulberry!”
Yeah, that’s my name. It’s my nickname actually, but I
do not carry Mulberry bags around all
day. It’s just a sarcastic name as all I do is read ‘great!’ books everyday and
typing fan-fictions or stories on my own blog. My full name is Song Ji Rae,
Katherine . As much as I know, Mom was a huge K-drama fan and thought up a
Chinese name which kind of sounded like a Korean one and Kat ? It was after her
best friend. The friend she named after is my godmother and she’s pretty cool.
We hang around a lot although we are probably twenty years apart.
I’m twelve-going-to-thirteen years old. In Secondary
One, like what Singaporeans call, while here, it’s 8th grade. I’m an
Singaporean-born American.
~~~~~~~~~~~2~~~~~~~~~~~
“Yes, JAMIE?” I
called, swinging my Punk Stars bag along.
“Shit…” I opened
my bag and checked the contents. Thank god… no book ripped or anything.
“Yo, gurl…Where
are your bros?” Jamie swung her fully blonde hair, unlike mine, which was
totally black-brown due to the fact I’m Asian.
“Not coming…” I
knew her next comment will be ‘Are they sick?’ so I just added, “Oh, and they’re
not sick.”
“Almost scared
me then…well, lets head off to school! Race you there?”
“You wish…I
wouldn’t risk getting my books folded or squashed while running with my
precious tote…” I pointed and mumbled, patting my purple-yellow(my favorite
colors) bag again.
“Yeah yeah…” She
strolled and jumped on the ramp, walking around it before dropping back down on
the pavement.
Yeah, my
friend’s a bit hyper, but she’s great at being a study buddy. She has a
hyperactive mind so she tends to remember everything, which to me, is
definitely something I needed.
“Did you finish
the summer homework?” Jamie smirked and glanced at me.
“Of course I
did. Why? Don’t tell me you want to copy again…”I mumbled, folding my arms.
“Not really…Just
a peek at your Maths homework?” She looked at me with those cuddly big and cute
eyes. God, does she know me. I love cute stuff. And because of that, I couldn’t
resist them.
“Alright…” I
replied with a scowl.
“What’s with
that scowl? And reminds me, have you heard of the hit Kpop song of a newbie,
Alright? And she appeared on Running Man too! What’s her name again?”
“Um… let me
check.”
My friend’s a
total everything-related-to-Korean fan and she’s absolutely crazy about Kpop
and Running Man, which I just knew about. I admit they’re nice, but I can’t
understand what they’re saying besides those English subtitles.
“Kim Yerim.” I
said after I checked it on my phone.
“Ah right! Its
crazy stuck in my head!”
“Yeah…I
know…haven’t you told me that a couple of times during chat?”
“Did i? Never
mind.”
A couple of
footsteps thundered behind us and I swung in haste.
But it seem to
be no one there. But I knew there had to be someone there. I scrutinized the
entire area.
“Did you hear
that?”
“What thing?”
“Never mind,”
Did she really not hear those resounding footsteps? I felt a tug at my gut. I
knew something was off.
“You really
didn’t hear anything?”
“Positive. Did
you hear snakes hissing? Please do not become a Parseltongue.”
“Seriously? No…I
don’t have a mark on my head and there’s no Voldemort around here.”
“There is! That
Josenberry…That jerk.”
“He has no
powers, dudess.”
5
Jamie grunted
and continued strolling.
Josenberry is
actually our bully in school. His full
name is Jake Brod
Josenberry, but
he prefers to be called Josenberry as he wants us to be reminded of why he became
a bully.
Because of his
name, he was the most bullied at school last time. Called either Strawberry,
roseberry and stuff, jeered as a girl. But that was only until he had a growth
spurt and went to gym. He became a 6’7 and was built like a mountain.
“Right…Jamie,
really did not hear anything?”
“Tell me what is
it first…”
“It sounded like
lots of footsteps.”
“I didn’t hear
them…maybe its cause I’m gonna be deaf.”
“Don’t joke
around! You really, really didn’t hear?”
“Positive,”
Jamie replied, rolling her eyes.
“Never mind
then…”
“That’s probably
the third never mind I heard this morning.”
I looked at her.
Her ever brilliant memory was coming to work again. I counted back. Yeah, three
never minds.
That was when I
heard another footstep and something like it hit a metal bar of the
construction site we were walking past now.
I immediately
turned back again.
“Who is that?”
No answer.
6
“Who are you
talking to?” Jamie turned, she turned around with me.
There was no one
there at all.
“No one I
guess.”
I turned,
expecting to hear nothing else and have a peaceful time going to school with
Jamie.
But boy, was I
wrong.
I think the letterings are kind of big….but hell burn! Hope you had enjoyed it:) I'll try to update the Reuniting Blues as soon as i can!
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