Noelle - Day 159 (Random Book Ideas)

So people who know me...
Know that about once a month I'll be like: OMIGOSH GUESS WHAT WHAT GUESS.

Friends:  What.
Me:  I CAME UP WITH A NEW BOOK IDEA AND ITS AMAZING OMGOODNESS
Friends:  again?  I mean, cool.
Me:  I've already written like four chapters and I'm super excited I was up all night can you tell?
Friends:  No, not at all.

And then you, my blog readers, get the spawn of that all night writing spree...my unfinished book.  But seriously, I have ideas!  I just need time to think about them ... for a couple years ....

Anyway, as I'm sure you might have guessed, I have a random book idea.  I'm just going to share the first section (which is totally NOT the only bit I've written) as a teaser and then I'm outta here, k?

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I drift into the club, bored out of my skull and hoping that Hannah was there.  Of course, she is, chatting away with Marcus and blatantly ignoring Jet.

As soon as the boy in the corner spots me, he starts making a bee-line for the bar, trying to cut me off.  I wince.  I had been hoping to get in quietly.

Jet wouldn’t dare bug me if Marcus was around, but sadly, he still does.  Of course.

“Hey, Sylva, we still on for Saturday?” he calls loudly, making the whole Cryo Club turn and stare at him.

“No,” Hannah and I chorus.  “Leave me alone,” I add and barrel past him to where my best friend was sitting.  I order a dead water, since Marcus won’t let me have anything stronger than that.

“I still don’t get why you put up with that weirdo,” Marcus says sadly as he drops the cup of grey-ish lemon water on the counter in front.  I gladly sipped it.  “I keep meaning to just kick him out of the Cryo Club, but he hasn’t done anything wrong-”

“He just creeps out ever girl under a hundred that sets foot through those doors,” I snap.

“Yes well, he still hasn’t done anything wrong.”

“Where’s Erik?”  Hannah says as Marcus trots off to serve a group of rowdy men in the far corner.

“Probably on another hunting trip,” I say, gulping down the last sludge in my mug.

“UGH!!”  Hannah huffs, tossing her blonde hair.  “Why does he always have to go on those - it's as wrong as Jet is creepy.”

“It’s tradition,” I say in my friend's defence.

Hannah sighs and drops the glass over the counter.  We both know the Cryo Club so well that she doesn’t even have to look to know that’s where the sink is.  “Hunting is wrong - it’s like...just wrong.  I won’t go on one, not now not ever.”

“Well, I’m sure Erik is more humane than some hunters - like those ones in Europe, the ones that hunt to kill...now that’s wrong.  He’s nice about it....”  I argue stubbornly, “After all, he knows that the humans don’t stand a chance, right?”

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Alright, I hope you have a great day and that you enjoyed this random book idea. See ya tomorrow and don't forget to comment!