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I'm still gathering my sanity back now that school is over, so nothing more intelligent to say. I'll leave you with a snippet from my Middle Grade WIP. Our MC is 11-year-old Gavin. A necklace found him on the way home from school (dropping from the sky) and it's shoved in his backpack which is left in the bathroom thanks to the pouring rain and him having to change into dry clothes. So enjoy, and Shine on!
Gavin peered out the bay window, searching for someone, a neighbor, a mailman, or maybe a burglar. “I saw someone walk past the bathroom window,” he said, eyes glued to the yard.
His dad laughed out his nose, short and breathy. He straightened the newspaper and returned to reading. “It’s pouring down rain, Gav. Shouldn’t you be cleaning up that mess in the foyer?”
“What?” Gavin broke his concentration to give his dad a confused look. “I have homework to do, make Lainey clean it up.”
“Excuse me?” His dad gave him a stern look.
“Why don’t you believe me? I swear I saw somebody.”
“Fine,” said his dad. He folded up the paper and placed it on the kitchen table. “If you’re that worried, I’ll go check it out. But while I do that, you need to go clean up that mess before someone slips and gets hurt.”
“It isn’t my mess,” Gavin muttered. He moped back to the bathroom to grab a towel. His dad was probably right, anyway. Mom had always gotten onto him for his overactive imagination. Besides, it was right in the middle of the day. Maybe it was a neighbor.
The warm doorknob turned in his hand and he pushed open the door. Two steps in, he froze. His eyes trailed from the towel on the rack, to the face and palms pressed against the outside of the fogged window.
The person rushed out of sight. Gavin spun and darted out the bathroom. “Dad! I saw them! They’re running towards the fro—AHoomf!” His shoes squeaked over the tile and Gavin went careening through the foyer before smacking into the side of the stair banister.
“What’s going on? Any louder and you’ll wake up Kara!” His mom whispered harshly from the second floor.
Gavin couldn’t think straight. His eyes felt like they were rolling in the back of his head, and his shoulder like it was on fire. The same spot that stupid necklace had hit.
Gavin whipped his head to the opened bathroom door. The necklace. . .