Genre: YA Contemporary
Word Count:62,000
A month ago, Devin wrecked while intoxicated—or so she’s told when she wakes up from the coma. Facing charges, she fights to remember exactly what happened: something the real driver wants to keep buried.
I heard the voices but couldn’t place them in the darkness.
Your prom dress is in! You’ll look fab when your bruises disappear.
Cooper feels really bad, you know? Wake up so he can stop moping.
What were you thinking?
Come on, Sweetie. Open your eyes for me.
You got what you deserved. You get that, right?
I hate being here. Seriously. You couldn’t have waited for my side of the story? Of all the people to be stuck with…
I couldn’t move, couldn’t answer any of them. I tried but everything felt so strange like I was at the bottom of a pool after diving from the board. Voices were muffled and came in and out. I didn’t know how long I’d been in the darkness, but I knew I wanted out.
One day, I don’t know how long I’d lived in the dark, the water started swirling around me. Like coming up after a dive, the current roared in my ears. Rising to the surface, I opened my eyes and gasped for air that didn’t immediately.
Everything was blurry, and I had no idea where I was. All I knew was there was something shoved down my throat keeping me from breathing, and I fought to jerk it out. How in the world could I breathe better beneath the surface than I could with my head above water?
“Hey, calm down. Stop pulling it,” a distorted male voice echoed in my ears. I felt pressure on my arms like something was holding me down.
7 Comments
Jordy · March 26, 2013 at 6:33 am
I aim my dart and hit 19 on the pie!
Anonymous · March 27, 2013 at 6:22 am
double line: query and first 150 pages. – Pete Knapp
Marisa from The Seymour Agency · March 27, 2013 at 6:12 pm
My dart hits the 15 line.
Jodell · March 27, 2013 at 7:36 pm
#PitchMadness, dart hit 18 flying for TRUST.
Anonymous · March 28, 2013 at 5:38 am
My dart hits the Double Line … Carlie Webber
Anonymous · March 28, 2013 at 10:13 am
I’ve got a bullseye left and this seems like the time to use it. -Carlie Webber
Anonymous · March 28, 2013 at 11:40 am
Aiming, aiming, throwing: Outer Bull! – Pete Knapp
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