The last thing I expect to see is a dead guy. Great opening line.
Buses idle by the curbing. Newly falling mist dowses (should be douses – according to my dictionary) the vapors of diesel fuel, but does nothing for the sting in my eyes. My eyebrows ram together. Lines on my forehead mangle like wrinkly lettuce. (hmm, I’m not sure about this image) With one eye cinched, I peer at the collage of jocks and their cheesy girlfriends (what makes their girlfriends cheesy?) huddled across the cramped parking lot, their figures miniaturized
Being accused of stealing tends to make me angry. Sure, I’ve had
Waiting in line, I glance down at the patchwork of
miscellaneous cracks in the pavement, each tangled crevasse looking as befuddled as I feel. My life isn’t exactly the poster pinup for the successful teen in today’s America. Actually, today’s America is hard to define since the end of the Mayan calendar in 2012 unearthed a new prophetic timeline and the CST—Council for Subconscious Thinking—was created a year later and implemented in schools to broaden the human psyche. Now, Elders—the government’s idea to guide Generation Alpha into utilizing more brain power, but I define as mind breachers—float around, poking their brainwaves and opinions where they don’t belong. (like the phrase mind breachers) The adult population is so wrapped up, thinking mankind dodged the End Times, they’ll agree to anything. They think we’ve been reborn, given a second chance—I’m thinking the umpteenth chance. Apparently, the Holocaust, Darfur, wars throughout history, and the escalating crimes that rock our world are only near End Times.
Living in the land of the free really isn’t free—at least of mind, anymore.I’ve crossed out a few things I thought were unnecessary or confusing, imho.. Otherwise I liked this first page. We get a feel for the character, the strange times she’s living in, as well as a hint of magic. Definitely interested to see where this is going.