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The Opening Morning

After cranking out one of my largest recaps ever–which you can find here if you’re interested–I got into editing one of my biggest scenes so far:  just about forty-seven hundred words long.  Yes, nothing like getting into editing something big after writing something big.

At least it looks as if I'm about half-way through this part of the novel.

At least it looks as if I’m about half-way through this part of the novel.

The Fishbowl is really our first look at both the school and the dynamic between these two, fully together for the first time.  Why do I say that?  Because they are in the door, and from here on out their acts truly define who they are, and the only people who can screw up this ride are them.  Right now it’s all on their shoulders, and for one of them, they are about to discover just what sort of rabbit hole they’ve fallen into.

One of the best parts of this scene is having Kerry get through is first morning routine–and thinking how bad it was that he had a huge bathroom all to himself with no one telling him to hurry up–and feeling that something was just a bubble off:

 

(The following excerpts from The Foundation Chronicles, Book One: A For Advanced, copyright 2016 by Cassidy Frazee)

There was something nagging at Kerry, however, and that was the way he felt. Yesterday had been a long day with getting up at seven in the morning Amsterdam time, and by the time he’d finally lay down to sleep in the tower it was close to twenty-three hours local time. Working out the time differences before he went to bed he discovered that he’d been up twenty-two hours. Sure, he’d slept for five hours on the plane, but that wouldn’t be enough to off-set the jet lag he should still feel right this moment. Kerry figured last night that he’d probably pop awake at two or three in the morning and stay awake the rest of the day—

But that didn’t happen. He slept through the night and woke up right before his alarm was set to go at six-thirty. And after his morning ritual and a shower he felt even better, not the least bit tired.

But I shouldn’t feel that way. He stepped on to the stairs, turning to his right this time to descend the staircase opposite the one they used last night. I should fell pretty nasty. I should feel like it’s early afternoon and I’ve slept all morning and I’m dragging all over the place

“Good morning, Kerry.”

Annie was waiting in mezzanine commons and jumped to her feet the moment Kerry came into view. After days of seeing her in a skirt, leggings, and black flats, it was a surprising change to see her in jeans, a nice tee shirt, and sneakers. She’d pinned her hair back with barrettes so she wouldn’t need to bush it from her face as she’d often done in London and Amsterdam.

Kerry stepped into the mezzanine area, his eyes drifting to the main commons below. For the first time since entering the school he saw people other than the kids with whom he’d traveled. A couple of girls were talking by the fireplace, and a boy stepped off the stairs and on to the ground floor before heading across the room towards the entrance they’d used last night. He turned to Annie with a smile. “Good morning, Annie. Did you sleep well?”

“I slept wonderfully.” She skipped over to him. “How about you? Sleep well?”

“Yeah, I did.” He didn’t tell her of his concerns because besides wondering why he didn’t feel crummy, he was also collecting data based upon a few things he’d already seen, all with the intention of developing a hypothesis— “It was so quiet last night. You can’t hear any sound at all.”

“I know.” She giggled. “But I’m used to that in the mountains. It’s not like that in the city, is it?”

He shook his head. “No, not at all. There’s always some kind of sound.” He nodded towards the stairs. “You wanna head for breakfast?”

She straightened. “I thought you’d never ask.” They took the stairs to the ground floor, then turned and headed out of the tower, making their way to the Pentagram Garden.

 

I considered having Annie hold out her hand for Kerry to take at this point, but just as I did the first time I passed on that action?  Because Annie’s waiting for something here, and that’s an escort to breakfast.  She’s waiting for Kerry to make that move least she worry she’ll frighten him away.  Kissing in private is one thing, but holding hands in public is another.  Give it time, for a certain couple hasn’t quite jelled yet.

Back into editing tonight after I stop off for dinner, ’cause I’m in a better mood today, and I feel the need for a burger with wine.

And then I’ll get the kids breakfast.

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