So I'm finally working on my novel again. I totally scrapped most of what I had done before but I'm pretty ok with a new breath of life that has been injected into it recently so I've decided its time to share a little bit of my biggest baby on blogsville. Once again this book is my BABY and the most emotionally intense thing I have ever done in my life. This is a few of the opening paragraphs of chapter 1 so let me know what you think. :D
check it out guys the pictures are AMAZING!!!
HOPELESS
My mother called us Jacob and Essau. We fought from the moment we exited the womb. If I had to continue the analogy I would have to admit that I was Jacob, heel grabber extraordinaire. Unlike the biblical tale, however was the fact that even from birth my mom decidedly preferred Essau. Hope came out first and it would be that way for the rest of our lives… her life anyway.
We were beautiful babies, everyone said so but then again everyone always think that identical twins are beautiful. The only difference between us was that my hair would not sit still. We had the standard baby pictures. The Sunday best pink dresses with the little ribbon bow in our hair. My ribbon was of course no longer in a bow. We had the eating spaghetti one. Hope’s mouth was covered with the terra cotta coloured sauce mine… well my hair was covered with it, as well as the bowl. And of course there was the naked babies bathing picture. Hope was bawling here eyes out in the tub and I was looking sweet and innocent next to her. Further inspection however, as my mother pointed out, would show the bite marks on Hope’s arm where I tried out my newly formed incisors.
Yup I had a track record being very Sinatra in life, doing things my way. My mother thought that I was careless, flighty and irresponsible I thought that I was being the most responsible of us all. I remember when I came up with this concept, I was all of nine and us children had gone to Mamma and Papa’s for the Easter holiday.
My grandparents’ house was always a haven for me. They lived in a seashore town on the east coast. I absolutely loved it there. I used to spin on the beach till I was dizzy and the two different landscapes made a kaleidoscope in my mind, the sea on one side and lush green forests on the other. The place wasn’t necessarily deserted, the beach was one of the most popular on the island so there were always people and there was a surprising amount of houses nestled in between the trees with every fairly modern amenity that you would need at that time. It still wasn’t our “city living” though, which when I compare it to New York, feels more country now than that did back then.
But I digress, and I do that quite often. I was nine, we were all up there for Easter holidays. Joy, our older sister was pissed, she was sixteen, fresh out of CXC exams and had just gotten her first boyfriend, the last place she wanted to be was, as she said, behind God’s back in Arena Blanca. Yup, white sand. We have a lot of literal Spanish names in Trinidad. I blame Christopher Columbus, after all he started it. So Joy was mad because she knew had been sent literally on babysitting duty. My brother Aaron was thrilled because he had just gotten himself into a sticky situation with two girls at home and as he said,” I’m giving them both time to cool off and miss me, they’ll believe anything I say by the time I get back” (what really happened is that they got each other’s phone numbers, started comparing notes and sent some guys to beat him up when he got back. He didn’t get hurt but he did have to hide a lot for two months)But I digress again!
We got there, the older two went to visit some of other teens they grew up with over the years, Hope hid herself in a corner with a book, as always and I decided that I wanted to put on a play outside. Mama told me to go practice it and that she would be most present at my grand performance. She even elicited the assistance of her next door neighbour’s ten year old son, Julian to be my co-star. Maybe I should have told her beforehand that I had just discovered Shakespeare over Christmas and that my play du jour was Romeo and Juliet. I got my first kiss that day and I hated it. He was much better at it years later.
Well that's the end of my little excerpt for now. Tell me what you think guys?
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