SCBWI taught me a lot of things. It also annoyed me (okay, not really) by adding fire to one of my older story ideas. The characters have bounced around in my head awhile now, so I figured it was time I put them on "paper."
So here's a little snippet from my latest WIP (side note: I'm putting the fantasy/paranormal on hold for awhile, a decision influenced in part by the conference and its lovely speakers, and in part by a very wise agent that, well, told me like it was).
Untitled, contemporary YA:
Skylar leaned over the railing, blonde curls blanketing her hollow cheeks. “I’m not coming back, Natalie.”
“What are you saying?”
She roped her fingers together and looked across the front lawn. The final buses were unloading, which meant the first bell would ring any second now.
“Sky? What’s going on?”
“I’m not playing this year,” she said. “I already told Coach Day.”
My mouth fell open. Skipping summer camp had been a no-brainer, what with everything that had happened, but now this? “But you love basketball.”
“Loved. That was a long time ago.”
“Not that long ago.” I tried to meet her eyes, but she looked at the buses, the new kids, the patches of weeds masquerading as grass. At anything but me.
“Things change, Nat,” she said. “People change.”
I spun the silver ring around my finger. District Champs, Division A. Final score: 67-70. Sky had put up a three at the buzzer in our second overtime. Nothing but net. It was all we'd talked about for weeks.
I looked at Skylar’s finger. It was bare.