Another Dead Darling

Killing those darlings is hard. HARD. But I"m doing it. SLowly. Surely. 

I really really loved this scene. And I"m considering keeping it...but if I do it needs some work. Meaning, it needs to not be what it is now. But, give me a comment or two of validation. Isn't that one line so great? :) No one steal that line. I may need it later. 

No More Detention

I slam my locker as hard as I can.

It bounces back open and my sociology book crashes to the floor.

“Damn it,” I say.

I pick up the book and shove it back in my locker.

I shut it hard, but I don’t try to slam it again.

I feel tears forming on the corners of my eyes.

I will not cry.

I will not cry.

“Sophie, you okay?”

I turn around.

It’s Rex.

Rex Levi.

Shaggy brown hair,

puppy dog brown eyes Rex Levi.

“It’s not true,” I say.

“Don’t worry about it. Those guys are idiots. They’ll say anything.”

We stand there in the hall with three feet of silence between us.

Write on!