I love writing dialogue. It’s so much fun. I just wrote this in the story I'm currently working on and it made me laugh big time.
“Oh. My. God.” Petra blurted out as soon as she saw Annie at lunch. “Did you hear? Did you hear about Jess Gross? She really is gross.”
“What happened?” Annie asked, playing dumb.
“Well, I heard Chad Hoover, he’s the catcher on the baseball team, tell Scott Martin, he plays first base, in math class that Jess picked her nose and wiped it on his shirt. He was totally grossed out. I mean, I would be, too. What was she thinkin’? You know what this means, don’t you?”
“What?”
“Jess is off the A-List. Not that I care. I mean, she was the mastermind behind the granny pants incident. Remember that?”
“How could I forget.”
“Yeah, you and everyone else. But maybe now they’ll talk about Jess instead. After Chad told Scott about Jess, they started callin’ her Boogie Boobs. Cause you know she has big boobs, which I think they like, but now that boogie deal sort of scratches that out.”
Petra went on and on recounting all of the incidents that Jess and the other Sisters bullied and made fun of others. The boogie incident had clearly made her day.
“And another thing. Did you know The Sisters have rules?”
“Like what?”
“Like they’re not allowed to wear jeans, even on gym days.”
“That’s just plain weird.”
“Yeah, I know. But they have this whole list of rules that they all have to follow.”
“How do you know?”
“Well, Jen's locker (she's the blonde with the mole like Cindy Crawford) is near mine, right? And one day I saw Jen and another girl, I forget her name, but she’s also a sister, yell at another sister because she wore jeans. They were designer jeans, but that didn’t matter. They told her that she had to follow the rules or she was out. Like how stupid is that?”
“Pretty stupid. So what happened?”
“They snubbed her the rest of the day. Wouldn't let her eat lunch with them. Haven’t seen her in jeans since.”
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One by one, fifty-six children climbed out of the coal-black train that rolled into Leek. Every family was expected to do their part for the war effort. Daddy fought in France. Grandfather was in the Home Guard protecting the beaches along the English Channel. Grandmother worked in the Stannards Mill on Buxton Road sewing parachutes for the soldiers. Mummy and I wanted to do our part too. Mummy said we could take in one evacuee.
ReplyDeleteThe children queued up and followed their teachers down the narrow cobblestone road. I could tell they were Londoners. They all were sickly and pale. I wondered how long it had been since they played outside. Their shoulders slumped and eyes cast down. Most wore dirty worn out clothes. Each child carried a small white paper bag filled with their belongings. They all had gas masks draped across one shoulder, just like me. Mr. Churchill required every man, woman and child to have one at all times, even babies.
I wanted to run to them and tell them not to be scared, they would be safe here. The War would never come to the countryside. It would stay in London and the south of England.
The people from our village stood shoulder to shoulder on both sides of Derby Street. Heads shook as the herd of city children paraded through the streets. All the mums, grandmas and other ladies began choosing the evacuee that could come and live with them until The War was over and it was safe for them to go back to London.
“Look, Mummy.” I saw two girls holding hands. The taller one must have been ten and other about four. The tall girl’s hair was grayish brown, long, and all tangled up. She was almost as tall as me, but a lot thinner. The little girl’s hair was shorter, ash blond, and matted flat to her head. They mustn’t have bathed for at least four weeks.
BE HONEST...WHAT DO YOU THINK? SEVERAL WRITING BUDDIES THINK IT'S (PART OF) A CHAPTER IN A MG NOVEL. I'VE BEEN WORKING ON IT BOTH WAYS...PB AND PART OF A MG NOVEL. Your honest opinion will be appreciated.