This is a very belated post for my nanowrimo attempt last year. Well, let me put it to you this way. After three years of half-hearted attempts at reaching 50,000 words, last year I managed to accomplish it! YAY! Go me! Woot!
I am currently in the process of re-writing it. Here is a couple of pages that I already posted on my new blog. Enjoy.
“Cathy…if your wasting my time right now…” Mary warned, as she bashfully gazed at Jason’s and back at her friend’s expectant face.
“Relax will you!” Cathy retorted, none of the excitement dimming from her face or eyes at Mary’s obvious scepticism. “She’s a new neighbor. I really like her, And I know you will too!”
She laughed, and added, pulling Mary into the ice cream parlour. “Come on! You know how picky I am! If I say she’s great, then you’ll think she’s awesome.”
“Do you really think I have so little critical judgement?”
“Oh, stop. Your seriously overthinking this.”
“Whatever yourself. One day, I am going to strike that word from your vocab. I am, like, so serious. As serious as the grave even.”
Mary opened her mouth to retort that like was as bad if not worse than whatever, when she saw they were nearly where the two friends were. Charlotte was standing across from a stranger. And she was talking with her. Easily. Mary felt a shiver start at the top of her head and travel down her spine to the heels of her feet. But before she could work herself into a real panic, Cathy had pulled them over, and announced with a flourish. “Here I am, now we can party.”
“Whoo, party!!” The stranger giggled, her sparkling blue eyes turning toward us. There was an air of joy about them that already had many warm up toward her. A little anyway.
Cathy’s eyes widened, and Mary groaned. She forgot that Cathy and Charlotte hadn’t met yet.
Cathy’s eyes flashed, as she took in Charlotte at a glance. “Who’s the big kid?”
“Cathy, meet Charlotte. Charlotte, this is Cathy.” Mary said in her slow, shy way. “Charlotte this is the girl I told you about that is the star of the team.”
Charlotte smiled a tiny smile and nodded, as she couldn’t shake hands with a potted plant to carry. My praise must have warmed Cathy, and she grinned back infectiously. “Well, I guess it’s fair, since I got a good’un for you to meet, and this is a good’un for me to meet? What’s the plant for? How did an older kid like you become friends with this little kid? Ah well, you can answer later.” Waving off Charlotte, who had opened her mouth as though about to answer. “Come on, I got a great table, and don’t want to lose it!”
The three followed her to the table, a nice corner booth. Charlotte flashed Cathy a quick warm smile. “Wow, you have a real knack for finding good tables.” She praised, as she shifted the large plant from one hip to the other.
“It’s a gift.” Cathy shrugged without a shred modesty.
“Um, right.” Charlotte’s smile faltered a shade. Pleading a moment, she walked herself and her plant to the owner of the shop, and began conversing.