Did you really expect me to run a blogfest without participating??
But considering I’m one of two judges who will be determining the top six, I’ll do the honourable thing and exclude my entries from the competition. 😀
If this is the first you’ve heard about the Power of Tension Blogfest, firstly, WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN ALL WEEK? Secondly, you can find out more info on this dedicated tension blogfest page.
Seeing as Tangled (my novel in progress) is told from two points of view, I thought it might be fun to show the different ways my two main characters describe and react to tension.
So, here’s goes!
Tension, Ceara style
Mum and Uncle Tom came out of the kitchen, and I could tell they were leaving before Mum even opened her mouth. If she could have read me as easily as I could her, she wouldn’t have left. She would have known that with each passing second, I was becoming more and more terrified about being left alone with those two. What was I going to do? How could I possibly make this work? I could barely contain the panic building inside me as Mum reached out and stroked my cheek.
‘We’ll leave you to it, Cee. Call if you need anything,’ she said.
Uncle Tom pulled me in for a hug and I wondered if he could feel my heart thumping against my ribs. ‘Have fun, kiddo,’ he said.
‘Come on, Phoebes. Time to go,’ Mum called out.
‘Already?’ Phoebe came out of my bedroom with one of my Harry Potter books in her hand.
I knelt down and hugged her tightly. ‘You can borrow the book, Phoebes,’ I said, trying to stop my voice from shaking. ‘I’ll be home to visit all the time.’
She wrapped her skinny arms around my neck so tight she almost choked me. ‘Thanks, Cee. Love you.’
I walked them out to the four-wheel-drive and, as they waved goodbye, I wrote ‘miss you’ in the dust on Phoebe’s door with my finger. My gaze followed the car until it disappeared over the hill.
The second they drove out of sight, I turned and walked straight to my bedroom. Then I shut the door, leaned against it, and tried to make my stupid, childish tears disappear.
Tension, Seb style
When I got home, I went straight to my room but then stopped in the doorway, cos Luke was standing at my desk. Even though he looked as guilty as hell, it still took me a few seconds to realise he was looking through my sketch book.
‘What the hell are you doing?’ I said.
‘I was just seeing if you had any dishes for the dishwasher. I wasn’t snooping or anything.’
‘That’s not what it looks like.’
‘This was already open, I swear. I couldn’t help noticing the pictures. They’re pretty… disturbing. You’re not, like, stalking someone, are you?’
‘They’re just drawings, dickhead. Get out of my room.’
Luke raised his hands. ‘Whoa, you’re sounding pretty defensive. What’s going on? You’ve been acting weird all week.’
‘What part of “get out” don’t you understand?’ I lunged for him.
I’d like to think I was just trying to scare him, but if he hadn’t ducked and run out, I reckon I probably would’ve decked him. I thought about chasing after him but decided to punch the wall instead.
Great idea, that. Made my knuckles bleed. I’m lucky I didn’t punch a hole through the wall. Dad would’ve loved that.
I came pretty close to ripping my sketch book up then. Just tearing it to pieces and throwing it out the window. Maybe chucking myself out after it too.
But I didn’t do it, obviously. Just kicked the bed a few times, chucked my back pack on the floor and swore a lot.
After a while, a note came under my door. It was from Luke, telling me he was pissing off to his parents’ place for Easter and that I needed to get my shit together. What a friggen loser. I picked up the note and ripped it to bits.
Let me know what you think! And if you haven’t entered the blogfest yet, get your skates on. You’re running out of time! 🙂