Hi everyone! I'm a writer from the UK. I write many genres, basically anything that pops into my head, usually there's romance as I'm a big sucker for reading and writing a love story. I have a middle grade fantasy series, a YA PNR series. A Contemporary Romance (see excerpt) and a YA/ New Adult fairy tale retelling. Hope you say hi and have a few minutes to check out this small excerpt. Kristy xxx
“Sam? Are you okay?” Will placed his hand on my shoulder. “I-I…” My entire body trembled, yet I felt too hot. Without thinking, I bolted for the girl’s bathroom. I pushed my way through Stacey’s laughing, bleating ‘sheep’ and locked myself away in my cubicle. Guess I felt safe there because this particular cubicle and I had spent a lot of time together back at the start of the year. They’d found me out, how? Now the whole school would know I was a failure, a joke. What would Will think? What would Scott think? Would it just give him more of a reason to look down on me? Why did I even care? Had he told them my dirty secret? How did he know in the first place and why tell my arch-nemesis, stupid Stacey of all people? Yes, she’d been upgraded in title right then. She was The Sea Witch; Ursula and I was Ariel cowering behind a rock waiting for her to strike me down again. I let my crying run its course until it became a small whimper. Checking my watch, it was well past home time, so if life was going to go easy on me now, everyone would have left. I hoped that the caretaker hadn’t locked up yet, life would laugh its nasty little arse off if I had to spend the night alone in school. I unlocked the cubicle door and stepped out. The mirror opposite told me exactly what I already knew that my eyes were as red as my hair and that I looked shocking. I listened at the door and couldn’t hear anything. Presuming it was safe, I walked along the corridor and made my way to the exit. To my utter relief, it was still open. I stepped out into the cool summer air. “Hey.” “Holy crap!” I jumped out of my skin. “Sorry,” Will said, leaning casually against the wall. “What you still doing here?” “Thought I’d wait, see if you needed a friend?” That word stung, ‘friend’ ouch. But he was right; we had become sort of friends without even realising it. I felt so comfortable around him, and yet so nervous at the same time. I still blushed like crazy when he caught my eye. Everything was easy with him and at the same time it was all too hard. Being close to him was a battle every day. Knowing I could never be ‘close’ to him and if I could, I wouldn’t for fear of losing him. Yeah, life had done a top job of royally messing with my head. I’d made sure up until now that we were only together in the gang, which was sort of working. Now it was just him and me… “Thanks,” I said, unable to look at him directly. We were alone for the first time ever. Gulp. “You wanna talk about it?” “No, yes, no…not really…I don’t know.” I leant next to him against the wall. “You shouldn’t let Stacey get to you. She’s just jealous.” “She’s right. I am a massive failure.” Focusing on my shoes. “Not to me,” he said, dipping his head to catch my gaze. Looking into my eyes for so long, that we could have been having a staring contest. But I looked away, knowing my cheeks must be on fire. “Thanks.” “It’s true. You rock. We all think you do. So, whether you’re a future tennis champ or not, to me, to us, you’re just Sam.” He smiled. I imagined myself reaching out for his face… and then…nothing. I didn’t want that did I? I had to work harder on being his friend. The guy had this amazing talent of putting me completely at ease. Yet still…
I have a middle grade fantasy series, a YA PNR series. A Contemporary Romance (see excerpt) and a YA/ New Adult fairy tale retelling.
Hope you say hi and have a few minutes to check out this small excerpt.
Kristy xxx
“Sam? Are you okay?” Will placed his hand on my shoulder.
“I-I…” My entire body trembled, yet I felt too hot. Without thinking, I bolted for the girl’s bathroom. I pushed my way through Stacey’s laughing, bleating ‘sheep’ and locked myself away in my cubicle. Guess I felt safe there because this particular cubicle and I had spent a lot of time together back at the start of the year. They’d found me out, how? Now the whole school would know I was a failure, a joke. What would Will think? What would Scott think? Would it just give him more of a reason to look down on me? Why did I even care? Had he told them my dirty secret? How did he know in the first place and why tell my arch-nemesis, stupid Stacey of all people? Yes, she’d been upgraded in title right then. She was The Sea Witch; Ursula and I was Ariel cowering behind a rock waiting for her to strike me down again.
I let my crying run its course until it became a small whimper. Checking my watch, it was well past home time, so if life was going to go easy on me now, everyone would have left. I hoped that the caretaker hadn’t locked up yet, life would laugh its nasty little arse off if I had to spend the night alone in school. I unlocked the cubicle door and stepped out. The mirror opposite told me exactly what I already knew that my eyes were as red as my hair and that I looked shocking. I listened at the door and couldn’t hear anything. Presuming it was safe, I walked along the corridor and made my way to the exit. To my utter relief, it was still open. I stepped out into the cool summer air.
“Hey.”
“Holy crap!” I jumped out of my skin.
“Sorry,” Will said, leaning casually against the wall.
“What you still doing here?”
“Thought I’d wait, see if you needed a friend?” That word stung, ‘friend’ ouch. But he was right; we had become sort of friends without even realising it. I felt so comfortable around him, and yet so nervous at the same time. I still blushed like crazy when he caught my eye. Everything was easy with him and at the same time it was all too hard. Being close to him was a battle every day. Knowing I could never be ‘close’ to him and if I could, I wouldn’t for fear of losing him. Yeah, life had done a top job of royally messing with my head. I’d made sure up until now that we were only together in the gang, which was sort of working. Now it was just him and me…
“Thanks,” I said, unable to look at him directly. We were alone for the first time ever. Gulp.
“You wanna talk about it?”
“No, yes, no…not really…I don’t know.” I leant next to him against the wall.
“You shouldn’t let Stacey get to you. She’s just jealous.”
“She’s right. I am a massive failure.” Focusing on my shoes.
“Not to me,” he said, dipping his head to catch my gaze. Looking into my eyes for so long, that we could have been having a staring contest. But I looked away, knowing my cheeks must be on fire.
“Thanks.”
“It’s true. You rock. We all think you do. So, whether you’re a future tennis champ or not, to me, to us, you’re just Sam.” He smiled. I imagined myself reaching out for his face… and then…nothing. I didn’t want that did I? I had to work harder on being his friend. The guy had this amazing talent of putting me completely at ease. Yet still…