Today has been filled with nostalgic moments. On my Curl up and Read blog, I posted something from the distant past—from October 2009. And that experience led me to searching the archives here. Back when I featured excerpts from some of my own creations.
Here’s a snippet from An Accidental Life, a book I published in 2006.
As she considers going on the run, a pregnant teen ponders her options in this excerpt from An Accidental Life.
While the social workers had been planning her future, Savannah trudged along Clovis Avenue, staring vacantly into shop windows and wondering how she was going to get through the next five hours. She had to wait until Blake finished up his classes for the day, and then they were going to meet at his apartment.
Last night as she’d left the mall, she was certain that she had only one option: to run. But when she reached the foster home, she had decided to put that particular plan on hold until the weekend. With Blake’s help, she might be able to come up with a better solution. But every time she thought she’d found a plan she could live with, she kept bumping up against the one major obstacle: school. How was she going to find a way to live on her own, or with Blake, while still continuing in school? And without a guardian she couldn’t even enroll in independent studies. Her age was turning out to be a major hassle. She and Blake couldn’t even get married, since she wouldn’t be sixteen for another five months. Not that he’d even suggested that!
As the afternoon wore on, she found herself spacing out and realized that she’d forgotten to eat lunch. She had totally blown off school today, even though it was such an important part of her life, because she couldn’t think. Her mind wandered off, even in her favorite classes. Now she searched through her pockets, finally glomming onto the handful of bills she had hidden there. Blake had a habit of leaving money around and lately she’d been slipping the occasional stray bill into her pockets. She knew he’d never miss it and rationalized that if she’d asked, he would have given her the money anyway. Guilt plagued her sometimes, but she pushed the unwanted feelings away.
She slipped into a little café on one of the side streets, finding a booth in the rear. She hid her face behind the menu and when the server arrived, her pencil poised above her little order book, Savannah asked for a bowl of soup and a large piece of pie. While she waited, she nibbled on the crackers and sipped the glass of water. She had started feeling a little better by the time her food arrived.
Glancing at her wristwatch…the very large masculine one that Blake had loaned her…she saw that it was already three o’clock. No wonder she’d been so famished! Two more hours until she could meet up with Blake. She would hang out here for awhile and try to read the book she had stashed in her backpack. They’d refill her coffee cup for awhile and when they started hinting around for her to leave, she could head off toward the campus. Blake’s apartment, which he shared with Scooter, was across the street from the college. If she timed it right, she’d arrive there about the same time that he did.
Perhaps I will now return to the present, but I enjoyed my moments back in the past. Do you ever revisit old blog posts?