This is part 1 of my NaNoWriMo attempt from last year. I tried to organize it into alternating sections: the main characters thoughts in direct relation to one part of her life, and 3rd person descriptions of the main character's actions in another part of her life.
These "chapters" are not nearly as long as the entire thing is only 5 1/2 pages. Enjoy!
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*CRASH*
“What? Wh-who’s there?”
I was supposed to be alone. They told me I would be alone… But I guess I have to do this anyway. That room is the only way to get out of here. And it’s not like I can just walk right through it.
I wonder what happened to… No. Keep focused. There’s no time for that. This is really not the time for that, of all times. I really just want to get out of here…
I wish I could just start singing right now. That would make this a ton less stressful. I mean, what the heck with putting me here. This isn’t something someone my age should be doing. Stupid, idiot boss. I mean, he’s not even a freaking boss. What kind of boss doesn’t run his own team? I mean, seriously.
Whatever. He can dig his own grave. What do I care. I don’t. I don’t care. Alright then. Now that that’s settled.
I wonder where that—
*CRASH*
What is that crashing noise? For gosh sakes…
“Can I help somebody in here?”
There. Maybe sarcasm will get ‘em.
“Ha ha ha. Wow, am I getting bored.”
Okay, Mr. Hidey-hole. Time for me to escape you…
*FWAH*
“Aha. I wondered where you were. Dumb knob needs to hide from me until the last possible second…”
…I hate these stupid things they give us. Seriously, like, what does this even do? Well, probably something. But whatever.
“Helloooooo! Is Crash-Dude out here somewhere? Yo! Crash-Man! Why do you feel the need to make noise when I am not able to find you, but the second I come out of the darn cupboard, you’re absolutely nowhere?”
I am yelling into an empty room. Brilliant. I may be officially losing—
“Who’s there? What are you doing here? You’re not supposed to be here! Who are you?”
Umm… okay. There’s a random voice coming from the wall. That may or may not be a good thing.
“I don’t think you’re supposed to be here either, Crash-Dude.”
I need to be more creative with my nicknames.
“Th-they told me I would b-be alone.”
Amateur, eh? He should know by now never to talk about they.
“Wow, dude, you’re completely out here. I’m the one that’s supposed to be alone. I have no idea what you’re talking about. And how do you know they?”
“H-how do y-you know they?”
“Um. Duh. I work for them.”
This guy’s got serious mental issues or something…
“Really? So do I! Wow. I was so scared about this charge. I was like, ‘I don’t know how you’re going to let me do this.’ I’ve never gone alone before, and all I’ve ever done is end charges.”
“Who’s your supervisor?”
“Oh, I work with K. You?”
This is getting really weird, really fast.
“Uh, me too. What’s your section?”
I need to find out more about this guy. I doubt he should be here…
“I’m in—”
“As a matter of fact, we should get going.”
“What?”
“Oh, sorry. Thinking out loud. I do that a lot. Let’s go.”
I really feel like running right now. I have no idea why…
*CRASH*
What the—Um. Why is Crash-Dude all of a sudden headless? And why are there wires coming out of his neck?
Oh, dang. Not again. K’s gonna kill me this time for certain.
Hm. Maybe this is why I felt like running…
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Stay tuned for more...
~Allison
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