Question by Chaos: My book “Imprint”, is it good?
PREFACE
I’m not much of a dreamer, and I’d rather be alone. Call me weird- I won’t mind. But I’m just not interested in love.
So, most girls have some dream about this: one day, their just walking around and then this “totally cute” boy just look at them and falls head-over-heels. A few days later, they admit their love and then blah, blah, blah.
I’d trade what happened to me any other day- and that pretty much means that I’d rather be alone and dead in my grave, too.
But there’s no way out for me now. I’m stuck with it for life. This, I’d say, is definitely NOT cool.
Here’s what happened to me. I’ve been imprinted by a werewolf that I don’t even love.
CHAPTER ONE: THICK
I fluttered my eyes. Gosh, it was bright. Who knew that San Diego was so bright in the morning? I certainly didn’t. I’d just moved from Washington State to California. Under constant rain and sogginess, my mom needed me over here. She and Dad had divorced when I was young- separating them from any good source of joy. Dad was fine after a few years; he remarried someone named Shantal and had a little boy of their own. They didn’t need me now, since I was long past my childhood. I was 16, and my mom was still alone. I had to help her. I’ve only arrived in San Diego for just a few weeks, and I’ve hated it. Yah, you might be thinking: “Wow. Who doesn’t like sunshine?” I’m a Washington lover. So don’t blame me if I’m one of those boredom -addicts. Hey, it’s all about where you grow up.
I sighed, blinking a bit. I looked all over my closet- in hope of finding an adequate outfit. Skinny jeans, short shorts, capri pants, miniskirts… red tanktop, blue blouse, plain t-shirt, black long-sleeve. So many choices… but I kept it simple. I threw on a shirt and slid into my pants, brushing my teeth furiously. I was scared about today. After I dressed and cleaned up, my day began.
“Blaire, honey, where’s your backpack?” ask Mom.
“I have it…” I replied hastily. Today was the first day back in high school- and it was only two weeks before summer time. I ran my fingers through my wet black-brown hair; made sure my brown eyes weren’t messed up, and took a deep breath.
“Are you sure, Blaire?” she asked, her eyes full of worry.
“Sure as ever, Mom.”
The word “Mom” felt thick on my tongue. I’ve never said much, since it hurt Dad so much. Even Shantal disliked that word; although she wasn’t my mom, she was understanding, kind, and my best friend. Now, Mom and I felt like two roomies that barely knew each other. I wasn’t like Mom at all- I just looked somewhat like her, just a bit prettier.
I then gave Mom a hug and headed out to my new car- my present from Mom. It was a nice black little Volkswagen Jetta, just the way I liked it. It was brand-new, shiny, and definitely my style.
As I put the key into the ignition, I closed my eyes. My first day at San Diego High. New friends, new teachers. I pressed my foot lightly on the gas and drove off to school, scared about what was going to happen.
It was going to be a very long day.
Best answer:
Answer by Nixie
This is too much like Twilight, sorry. But otherwise it’s really good (: I like the preface, it’s endearing
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