|Now my story is not about a little girl, but I thought this picture was cute,|
so we'll just say this is the heroine when she was young. How's that?
Without further ado...
My story (or rather, bits of it).
"Anyway!" Rosa cried, sitting up abruptly and giving her head a good shake as if to clear it of all unpleasant thoughts. "Why are we sitting here talking about Billy? I can think of a hundred and one subjects more palatable than that one. And besides we've entirely strayed from the original thread of our conversation. Which was, will you come out with me and have a little fun this evening?"
Nancy turned back to her desk with an air of one bent on conquering a most irksome task. "No, I think I'd better not. Anyway, I'm not feeling very sociable tonight."
"You're never feeling sociable," Rosa exclaimed. "And you need to stop it. You wanted to come to college, and a big part of college is being around people. So interact with them more. Make some friends, for goodness sake!"
"I have friends. You and Eva."
"We're your roommates. We don't count. Come on, Nan. Make an effort."
"I can't," Nancy said, with a long drawn-out sigh. "I haven't the strength for it. Math's taken everything out of me."
"Oh! Would you forget about math already?"
She had chosen to come to college because she wished to study music. She and Rosa had, had it planned ever since they were in grade school. Rosa would write the songs, and then she and Nancy would sing them. Together they would travel the world sharing their music with vast audiences of people. It had been a dream they had shared for as long as Nancy could remember, and as far as she could tell, it was still her dream. What then was this endless tugging of her heart toward home? Was she just being a fraidy-cat? So comfortable in her own little corner of the world that she was too scared to step out of it and try her wings? Or was she trying her wings in the wrong direction?
So yes, there were no flowers in the window boxes, but that didn't keep the Roths' home from being one of the prettiest spots in the neighborhood nonetheless. And in Nancy's mind, one of the prettiest spots in the whole world.
Billy put his arm around her in a comforting, protective manner, and assured her that "home missed her, too."
"And Billy?" Nancy asked, peering up at him with a smile. "Does he miss me?"
"All the time."
"Funny," Nancy mused, with a mischievous twinkle in her eye. "Seems to me I heard him say this very day how I was coming home too often, he never had a chance to miss me." She sat up and gave him a triumphant look which said plain as plain, "There now, young man, I've backed you into a corner. What are you going to do about it?"
Billy just grinned.
"I think I've lost him, Rosa. I've lost Billy, and it's all my fault."
Well, there you have it. And now, confession time. First, the second to last snippet was written as a snippet, specifically for this post, because I haven't actually written that scene yet, but I wanted to introduce you to the "other young man of the story" anyway. (Just because. I thought it would be more interesting that way.) Also, the last snippet was a scene I wrote out of order. I'm definitely not that far along in the story yet. But I wanted to include that, too, because...well, I wanted to have some sort of suspense for you all. And it is suspenseful, right? I mean, you're all really confused now as to whether or not I've changed my mind about Billy and Nancy ending up together, right? RIGHT? (Don't give me that knowing look.)
Okay, so please tell me what you think. You can be honest with me. I hardly expect you can be more critical of my writing than I am of it myself, so tell me truly. What did you think of these? Any glaring faults? Are you--even the tiniest bit--curious to know more? And just because I enjoy talking about my characters, is there any one character in particular that you'd like to read more about?
Seriously, let's talk about it! :)