I have been working on the same chapter all day and LOVING it. Mostly because it distracts me from the fact that I’m coughing and sneezing more now than I ever was before despite no longer feeling like I’m actually ill. I also need to make a note that I need to add a chapter between 3 and 4 called “Study Session.” That transitional passage of time doesn’t have nearly enough exposition and I’m supplementing a lot of it in this chapter.
Current Word Count: 26734
From Chapter 6
So it took a few days before I came back into the picture. I showed up at school the next day, dazed and confused and everyone seemed pretty relieved to see me even though I didn’t know what was going on. It took a bit before I could remember the room and everything else, but I couldn’t tell them anything much. I blacked out, you know? There’s not much that you can remember when you’ve blacked out.
So we talked and they caught me up on what happened yesterday. Or the day before that was yesterday to me at that time, not actually yesterday. Yesterday was a long time later. We found out that we were all mostly orphans. Well, not all of us, but we didn’t all look a heck of a lot like our parents. Morgan still was with what he presumed was his birth family, so was Mira and so was Calvin. I thought I was too. But that’s a long story for later on. Well, not that long. Point is, we had more adopted kids than there were usually in any one place except an orphanage reunion.
Was that in bad taste? It might have been. I can’t tell anymore.
So we started talking about what was strange about ourselves that might make us different and special and all that. Shane was freakishly tall, obviously, and Jayde admitted to the one colour contact to cover up her golden eye. Calvin, despite all that goth punk that he wore, had all these weird markings like I’ve got on him. Right up from the front of our shoulders down our arms there’s a weird pattern where we go from light to dark. It’s speckled sort of, like how cats have it. And Mira had these weird underdeveloped collar bones and freakish ability to stay upright, but she thought it was more a birth defect than anything else. And John, John had a fang. Like, a real fang. Over developed canine. He never got it removed or fixed or anything and he said it was a great conversation topic.
[Header image by Shaz]
Tags: exposition, nanowrimo, raven project
