Just for fun, I thought we'd have an excerpt today from a story I've been working on. Enjoy! I'd love comments too.
Did you know that prairie voles mate for life? I didn’t, until third period biology. Jeremy sits in front of me, two rows in front and one table to the side. Some girl sits next to him. She isn’t much, a puffy drama girl with pink hair and acne scabs on the back of her arms. I pinched my arm anyway. Definitely not puffy. Maybe a little puffy. No acne scabs, I don’t think, but I can’t really see in class, twisting my head like an owl. I stared at the back of his neck, and listened to Mr. Donovan talk about the voles. I watched the dark straggling hairs move as he creaked his neck one way, another, like he knew I was watching. If I cradled my head against his shoulder, would he smell like pine needles? I thought he would. And something heavy.