Jen over at Unedited is having a GUESS THE CHARACTER BLOGFEST today. Want to join in? Then get over there!
Here's how it works: I post a snippet from one of my stories. You read it and try to guess what my character LOOKS LIKE. Come back tomorrow for my reveal.
Easy peasy, right? So here goes.
This is from my current YA ghost story called HAUNTED MELODY. My protagonist Melody, lost her best friend Paige, to a suicide and has a tough phone call to make.
“I’ll call… Paul.” A sigh escaped my lips. Not a call I looked forward to making. It was tough when someone grieved just as hard as you. Paige’s boyfriend, Paul, was a good guy. Really good. Sure, he and Paige had their ups and downs, but didn’t all couples?
The awkward thing about Paul was that we sort of had a history. Paul liked me all sophomore year. But I kept my distance because I knew Paige was crushing on him, hard. Friends didn’t go after the same guys. It was an unspoken rule. And if it had to be spoken, it got ugly.
I dialed Paul’s number and my heart picked up its pace. I hung in for four rings before he finally answered.
I heard a large intake of breath before he said, “Hi Mel.”
I counted the silence with two beats of my heart and said, “Paige’s mom wants us to go to the summer house.”
“To help pack Paige’s things.”
There was silence. I could hear his uneven breathing.
I felt a stirring in my chest. I thought about that party sophomore year, when Paul asked me out. My pulse pounded in my ears while I explained the delicate situation. I half-heartedly told him to give Paige a chance.
I remembered like it was yesterday how Paul looked across the room to where Paige shared a chair with Laney and without skipping a beat said, “Yeah, she’s pretty.” Of course she was. And confident. And brilliant. Much more exciting than I could ever be.
Then Paul turned back to me, stared straight into my eyes, and said, “But you… you’re beautiful.” Goose bumps rose all over my body and made me shiver. No way had anyone ever thought I was better than Paige. She was the beacon of light in our foursome.
There you have it. So what do you think Melody looks like?