Oo! EB Pike tagged me in this Lucky 7 meme!
I don’t know what a meme is, but here are the rules:
1) Go to page 7 or 77 from your current WIP (that’s “work in progress.”)
2) Go to line 7
3) Copy down the next 7 lines- sentences or paragraphs- and post them as they’re written. No cheating!
4) Tag 7 authors
5) Let them know
Bleeder is done until an agent or editor gets his or her hands on it. Here are 7 paragraphs from the 7th page of Bleeder 2. Keep in mind that this is total first draft stuff! Never once been edited! So it definitely isn’t my best! And don’t worry, it will someday have a better name than Bleeder 2. That’s just what I’m calling it for now. *All shaky and nervous* *or maybe it’s just the coffee I had for lunch.* *This is like exposing a raw nerve.* Ok, here goes…
“We fell asleep…” she said, “watching a movie…”
He nodded once, face unreadable. “Ok.”
Auger’s hawklike gaze fixed her. “Thought we’d let the kid have a little fun,” he said, his eyes showing a fierce amusement.
Angela shook her head and yawned. “You might have to step in and save his life now.”
“Kenneth!” the old man took a few steps toward the other room. “Leave him alone! And sit down for heaven’s sake. What the hell does ‘limited physical activity’ mean to you?”
Kenneth straightened up as he walked out of the second bedroom and into the common room, still favoring his left side. Edan darted out behind him and bounded onto a couch, crouched in a corner, still grinning ear-to-ear. The couches were in an “L” shape around a coffee table. There was an armchair, too, and each seating space had a view of the front door.
Kenneth sat in the other corner of Edan’s couch and tried to look nonchalant, but the pain was evident on his face. Running after the younger boy was the most he’d moved since he’d been helped into the van outside the hospital. The guys wouldn’t even let him carry stuff into the hotel room. His helplessness was killing him.
Time to choose 7 authors. Here goes!