YA Mystery, Third Person Narration
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EnglishVoice Age
Young Adult (18-35)Accents
North American (General)Transcript
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young adult mystery fiction, third person narration. The first day of school, Eddie kept embarrassing himself during home room. Miss Phelps made him introduce himself as he had already learned new kids to Gates. We'd were relatively rare. Everyone seemed to know each other. Eddie was so nervous and spoke so quietly. Miss Phelps forced him to repeat everything, he said twice. His face burned when his new classmates rolled their eyes at him in the cafeteria line. Eddie meant to ask the lunch lady for a tuna melt. Instead he stammered when he ordered and accidentally called it a tuba melt. Everyone behind him started laughing. One boy even made farting noises. Finally, after lunch he bumped into a girl knocking her book bag off her shoulder. He'd been thinking about the code and hadn't seen her come around the corner. I'm so sorry Eddie said, helping pick up the bag. He half expected her to start complaining, but instead she barely looked at him. It's fine, I can get it, the girl said. She wore a faded black t shirt, worn out black jeans and boots that looked as if they've been boiled. Her stringy hair hung down on either side of her face tucked behind her big ears, her skin was pale but her eyes were dark circles. She looked like a character he imagined would live in a Nathaniel. Instead book he realized he was staring and he felt his face turning red but before he could introduce himself the girl blinked at him, fix her bag and walked briskly away. Nice 1! said somebody from across the hallway. When he turned he saw the blond boy from the bookstore standing near at his locker with his arms folded across his chest. He wore a navy blue polo shirt and dark jeans. He no longer smelled like bug spray. Eddie felt his stomach clench last night. He'd imagined the boy would be here at school but after yesterday and he thought he would have to track him down and ask him for help now. He felt unprepared. You might want to stay away from her. Said the boy Who is she said Eddie as he put his textbooks away, freaky Maggie ringer. She lives at me. The Olmstead estate. Eddie blushed. Why do you think she's a freak? Look at her because she dresses in black. Well yeah. And she doesn't have any friends. Eddie knew what that felt like. That doesn't mean that she's a freak if you say so. Said the boy, he tugged at his belt loops anxiously after a moment. He said I'm Harris Harris May from the bookstore yesterday. Uh Yeah, I remember you. I'm Eddie. Why didn't you tell me who lived here in Gates weed, he added later. I really didn't have time. You sort of took off Harris blushed. Yeah, sorry about that. I never saw you before. Everyone knows everyone else in this town, but sometimes weird people pass through. I thought you were one of them, gee. Thanks