Tonight, I am writing a rough draft chapter of what will be a teen/young adult novel. I wrote this a few weeks ago when I couldn't go to sleep. It's just a teaser and will be continued at some point. Even though I titled it Chapter 1, it may not stay that way in the final edit. It is a work in progress so come back to read more.
The locket was a small heart, barely the size of a thumbnail. It was too small to hold a photo, or anything, for that matter, so it remained empty. It wasn't a bright, shiny gold, like a new piece of jewelry from the glass case of the jeweler, but, instead, a character piece in a dull gold with tiny, floral etchings. The edges were worn and rounded and it could use a cleaning, but somehow, that seemed like it might polish away the stories it held.
Hazel was dainty and small, like the locket, which floated casually around her neck. Her name sounded much older than her age of fourteen years but she wore it well. She was proud of her name. It had once belonged to her great-grandmother whom she had never met but of whom she had heard many tales and legends. She doesn't yet fit into her name and it still seems a little awkward to see her turn when it is called. Still, there is something behind her eyes and smile that makes the name fit.
All stories are the intellectual property of Jennifer Charles.
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