The novel I am currently working on is called Poor Girl, Rich Talent. This book takes place in a city split in half, with one half having the ability to fly and the other not being able to do so. The main character lives in the half who’s citizens cannot fly, but somehow she can.
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After practicing this daily routine for quite some time, something disturbed it. It started off as a normal day, with me practicing and receiving input from Carmiella. We also began experimenting with stunting, as she was one of the best flyers on the cheerleading squad. In the middle of a maneuver, a young, male voice rang through the air.
I knew that voice anywhere. It was Jack Spring, a snotty Goth kid from my grade. With Jack around, his non-Goth friend, Charlie Donjano, was most likely nearby. They were, especially Jack, known for their ridicule skills.
Jack spoke again. “Is that… Bobbi Blue, the teacher’s pet from our Civics class?”
“It sure is,” Charlie replied, pushing his glasses up his nose. “But she isn’t so perfect anymore, are ya Bobbi? What we really should be calling her is: Bobbi Bluebird!” He said with a dramatic tousle of his dirty-blond hair.
“I like it.” Jack turned back to me. “So Bobbi, why can you fly, anyway?”
By then, Carmiella and I had reached the ground and were slowly and carefully approaching Jack and Charlie. Jack chuckled in delight, but Charlie’s mouth began to form a frown. I was about to reply when Carmiella suddenly blurted out:
“Listen, you two. First of all, you don’t need to know why Bobbi can fly, because it’s none of your business. Second, why are you here anyway? Why would you want to come to the Blue household?”
“Well,” Jack replied. “Bobbi’s been acting a little suspicious lately. We just wanted to know what was going on. Right Charlie?”
Charlie gulped. “Uh, Jack? Maybe this isn’t such a good idea after all.”
“That’s right Jack,” Carmiella retorted. “Get your crappy-gel Mohawk outa here!”
“All right, fine. We’ll leave. At least for now,” Jack said, and then he and James scrambled to get out of the yard and close the fence gait. Once they were out and headed down the street, they suddenly stopped. Jack turned around, looked me in the eye, and said: “You’d better be careful, Bobbi. Now that I know about your secret, I can use it against you. Make one wrong move, and you’ll be revealed in front of everyone. Heed my words, you, Bobbi Blue.”
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