Post by runnergirl27 on May 9, 2017 13:42:44 GMT -5
Cool October air sweeps inside as I pull the front door open. Bailey, my yellow lab, waits patiently as I shake my legs out and loosen my quads.
“You two heading out?” My grandmother steps into the foyer, the morning newspaper in her hand.
“Yeah.” I need to run, clear my head before I have to deal with another miserable day.
Gram touches my sleeve and I wince, my bandage rubbing against the raw wound. “You seem to be doing better, Lexi.”
“Mm.”
“I’m always here to listen if you need someone to talk to,” Gram says.
“I know.”
“Okay, have a good run.”
I step outside and head to the bottom of the grassy hill. I want to talk to Gram. But I can't. I told her I was better and I need her to believe that. She can't know I'm cutting again. She'd be so disappointed in me. But it’s the only way I can deal with the isolation at school, the bully, Jess, who’s making my life hell.
As I’m ready to cross the street, the open mailbox door catches my eye. I jog over, peer inside and draw out an envelope.
Lexi V. Thompson
My pulse quickens. Who’d be writing to me? At this address? I’ve only lived here four months. My hand shakes as I turn the envelope over, but there’s no return address.
The lead pulls taut in my hand. “Hang on, Bailey.” I unseal the envelope and pull out a letter.
Last Edit: May 15, 2017 14:04:36 GMT -5 by runnergirl27
This has a nice, haunting tone, and you definitely end in a good place to hook the reader into wanting more.
However, I found myself getting distracted by the number of commas in the second sentence. And then once I noticed that, I couldn't stop seeing commas everywhere (some of which are incorrect - make sure to get a proofreader). Vary the sentence structure and don't feel like everything needs extra description. I found myself getting bogged down in all the detail.
The other thing I'd mention is that too many beats slows down your dialogue. It's OK to let the conversation flow. You've got a beat on every piece of dialogue, and it's too much. That goes back to what I said initially - don't feel the need to describe everything. Sometimes it's OK to just use "said," which fades into the background. Go back and review which beats are absolutely necessary. Also, never combine a beat WITH said. One or the other, not both.
I'm definitely interested in a teenager who cuts herself and gets mysterious messages. I'd just recommend cleaning up the first page a bit to help with the pacing.
Gram touches my sleeve and I wince, my bandage rubbing against the raw wound.
It's not immediately clear here if Gram knows about these recent cuts. A quick word about whether the bandage is hidden would help.
We know Lexi doesn't want Gram to know she's still cutting, and that she faces a "miserable day" but I'd like something a little more specific and/or visceral to give a better sense of how she's feeling about all of it. Does she resent Gram? Is Gram too nice to disappoint? Is Lexi's misery due to external causes like a toxic school environment, or is mental illness casting a pall?
To give this first page some zing, I think you need some indication of what the letter means. I don't know if she has a past history with this school, if it's good or bad, if it came out of nowhere, if it's a potential college, etc. You could retitle the school (The Most Prestigious Collegiate Institute for Mathematical Genii, say), or give Lexi's initial reaction. Maybe she recognizes the logo, or it's heavier than expected. I want to know why Lexi cares enough for me to turn the page.
You've got a solid opening scenario, and a character I'm interested in. A few more details will color her world and make me really care about her.
Last Edit: May 10, 2017 8:14:41 GMT -5 by bronniesway
Below are my thoughts as I read. Overall I think you have a solid start. I do admit it feels like it's missing the tiniest bit of zing, but I'm not sure what. I wonder if adding in a little hint as to why she's cutting would help, to make us more sympathetic for the protag right off the bat. That's just a thought, though, as I think all the pieces are working so far in general.
Intoxicating, October air [Would the air really be intoxicating? After reading further, it doesn’t reflect her mood, which is more on the grim side. Maybe “cool October air”?] sweeps inside as I pull the front door open. Bailey, my yellow lab, waits patiently as I shake my legs out and loosen my quad muscles.
“You two heading out?” Gram steps into the foyer, the morning newspaper in her hand.
“Yeah,” I say. [Remove “I say”] I need to run, clear my head before I have to deal with another miserable day.
Gram touches my sleeve and I wince, my bandage rubbing against the raw wound. “You seem to be doing better, Lexi.”
“Mm.”
“I’m always here to listen if you need someone to talk to,” Gram says.
“I know.” But I can’t. I told Gram I was better and I need her to believe that. She can’t know I’ve started cutting again. [Interesting] She’d be so disappointed in me.
“Okay, have a good run.”
I step outside and head to the bottom of the grassy hill. As I’m ready to cross the street, the open mailbox door catches my eye. I jog over, peer inside and draw out an envelope.
That’s weird. I got the mail yesterday after school.
My pulse quickens. The letter is addressed to Lexi Thompson. Who’d be writing to me? At this address? I’ve only lived here four months. My hand shakes as I turn the envelope over, but there’s no return address. [Four months is long enough for someone to write to her. I’d be more concerned/interested in the fact this letter has mysteriously arrived considering she already got the mail yesterday.]
The lead pulls taut in my hand. “Hang on, Bailey.” I unseal the envelope and pull out a letter.
Post by melissamenten on May 10, 2017 20:54:45 GMT -5
I agree with the the great critiques you've gotten so far!
The word "intoxicating" does seem to be at odds with the character's mood. Also, the comma afterward is unnecessary. On my first read, I missed the connection with the bandage under her sleeve and the cutting, so I agree referencing it as "hidden" would help make clear she intentionally hurt herself. The number one question I have when I read that someone cuts themselves is what motivates that behavior and I think you could strengthen this page by alluding to the reason (not a full explanation). Also, because we haven't learned anything about the MC other than she has a dog, she cuts herself and doesn't want Gram to know she still does, she likes to run, recently moved, and she receives a letter from a mathematics institute. The nervousness about the letter appears more to be from fear that anyone has found out where she lives, rather than excitement about getting a response from (perhaps) a place she applied to so the letter is a mystery, especially with no return address. Is she afraid to be found? Did she apply there? Would she be happy if they accepted her? We don't need to know all that yet, but if she doesn't have a reason to be afraid, the nervousness should be more clearly linked to whatever motivates it.
Overall, I think the story has promise. I'd like to know more about your MC, why she cuts, and what the letter means for her, so I would read on.
Post by runnergirl27 on May 11, 2017 8:12:07 GMT -5
Thank you so much, everyone, for the suggestions. I've changed 'intoxicating' back to cool (my original choice). The reason I used it is that running for my mc is intoxicating, the only thing that makes her feel alive (except for her cutting)But I think you're right, it conveys a happy mood to the scene, which isn't right. I've also tried to flesh out why she cuts (no pun intended), adding that to the scene. Thank you so much for your critiques. They are immensely helpful. I have a few of my own to do now!
Cool October air sweeps inside as I pull the front door open. My yellow lab, Bailey, waits patiently as I shake my legs out and loosen my quad muscles.
“You two heading out?” Gram steps into the foyer, the morning paper in her hand.
“Yeah.” I need to run, clear my head before I have to deal with another miserable day at school.
Gram touches my sleeve and I wince as the bandage underneath rubs against my raw wound. “You seem to be doing better, Lexi.”
“Mm.”
“I’m always here to listen if you need someone to talk to,” Gram says.
“I know.” But I can’t. I told Gram I was better and I need her to believe that. She can’t know I’ve started cutting again. She’d be so disappointed in me. But it’s the only way I can deal with the isolation at school, the bully, Jess, who’s making my life hell.
“Have a good run.”
I step outside and head to the bottom of the grassy hill. As I’m ready to cross the street, the open mailbox door catches my eye. I jog over, peer inside and draw out an envelope.
That’s weird. I got the mail yesterday after school.
My pulse quickens. The letter is addressed to Lexi Thompson. Who’d be writing to me? At this address? My hand shakes as I turn the envelope over, but there’s no return address.
The lead pulls taut in my hand. “Hang on, Bailey.” I unseal the envelope and pull out a letter.
Really good start! I'm definitely intrigued. Just a few nitpicky thoughts:
Intoxicating,The (SOMETHING? COOL? FRESH? AUTUMN-SCENTED?) October air sweeps inside as I pull the front door open. Bailey, my yellow lab, waits patiently as I shake my legs out and loosen my quadsmuscles.
“You two heading out?” Gram steps into the foyer, the morning newspaper in her hand.
“Yeah,” I say. I need to run, clear my head before I have to deal with another miserable day.
Gram touches my sleeve and I wince, my bandage rubbing against the raw wound. “You seem to be doing better, Lexi.”
“Mm.”
“I’m always here to listen if you need someone to talk to,” Gram says.
“I know.” But I can’t. I told Gram I was better and I need her to believe that. She can’t know I’ve started cutting again. She’d be so disappointed in me.
“Okay, have a good run.”
I step outside and head to the bottom of the grassy hill. I want to talk to Gram. But I can't. I told her I was better and I need her to believe that.
As I’m ready to cross the street, the open mailbox door catches my eye. I jog over, peer inside and draw out an envelope.
That’s weird. I got the mail yesterday after school.
Lexi (OR HER FULL NAME) Thompson
My pulse quickens. The letter is addressed to Lexi Thompson. Who’d be writing to me? At this address? I’ve only lived here four months. My hand shakes as I turn the envelope over, but there’s no return address.
The lead pulls taut in my hand. “Hang on, Bailey.” I unseal the envelope and pull out a letter.
Cool October air sweeps inside as I pull the front door open. Bailey, my yellow lab, waits patiently as I shake my legs out and loosen my quads.
“You two heading out?” My grandmother steps into the foyer, the morning newspaper in her hand.
“Yeah.” This is picky, but I don't know if I want the first thing she says to be "yeah." How can you punch this up? "For a bit." -- OR -- I nod. "Thought we'd get in a few miles." I need to run, clear my head before I have to deal with another miserable day. Why will it be miserable? After reading your query, maybe -- "before I have to deal with another day without my parents."
Gram touches my sleeve (when did she get close enough to do this?) and I wince, my bandage rubbing against the raw wound. “You seem to be doing better, Lexi.”
“Mm.”
“I’m always here to listen if you need someone to talk to,” Gram says.
“I know.”
“Okay, have a good run.”
I step outside and head to the bottom of the grassy hill. I want to talk to Gram. But I can't. How does she feel about the decision to lie to Gram? I told her I was better and I need her to believe that. She can't know I'm cutting again.
As I’m ready to cross the street, the open mailbox door catches my eye. I jog over, peer inside and draw out an envelope.
Lexi V. Thompson
My pulse quickens. Who’d be writing to me? At this address? I’ve only lived here four months. My hand shakes as I turn the envelope over, but there’s no return address. Seems unlikely that they wouldn't have an address, based on your query letter...?
The lead pulls taut in my hand. “Hang on, Bailey.” I unseal the envelope and pull out a letter. Good ending point.
Cool October air sweeps inside as I pull the front door open. Bailey, my yellow lab, waits patiently as I shake my legs out and loosen my quads.
My grandmother steps into the foyer, the morning newspaper in her hand. “You two heading out?” (I moved the dialogue to the end because it sounded stilted without a dialogue tag this early in the story.)
“Yeah.” I need to run, clear my head before I have to deal with another miserable day. (Give a particular reason for why it will be miserable. Foreshadow. If there really isn't much reason she's dreading the day, then this story will have the same feel of having your MC wake up in bed. It'll feel boring.)
Gram touches my sleeve and I wince, my bandage rubbing against the raw wound. “You seem to be doing better, Lexi.”<--Great foreshadowing. I would still hint at something in the previous paragraph though.
“Mm.”
“I’m always here to listen if you need someone to talk to,” Gram says.
“I know.”
“Okay, have a good run.” (I took out Gram's dialogue tag up above, but this chain of dialogue still needs an action to break it up. I would include an action from Gram here.)
I step outside and head to the bottom of the grassy hill. I want to talk to Gram. But I can't. I told her I was better and I need her to believe that. She can't know I'm cutting again. She'd be so disappointed in me. But it’s the only way I can deal with the isolation at school. With the bully, Jess, who’s making my life hell. <--I edited this here because it was a comma splice.
As I’m ready to cross the street, the open mailbox door catches my eye. I jog over, peer inside and draw out an envelope.
Lexi V. Thompson
My pulse quickens. Who’d be writing to me, at this address? I’ve only lived here four months. My hand shakes as I turn the envelope over, but there’s no return address.
The lead pulls taut in my hand. “Hang on, Bailey.” I unseal the envelope and pull out a letter.
Great start to your story. Aside from the comments I provided, this looks like a strong runner for Query Kombat. Good luck!