This morning, I’m trying to build a relationship between my main character and his soon-to-be-girlfriend. Considering I was up VERY LATE watching my favorite college basketball team play, it’s been a great morning of writing. I’m happy (for now) with this scene.
Here’s an excerpt:
Buzz…Buzz…Buzz… The phone is scooting across the desk. No one ever calls. I grab the phone, look at the screen and it reads Sweet Samantha. When did she put that in my phone?
“Hey, Sweet Samantha,” I say and hear laughter.
“What are ya’ doin’?”
“I’m heading to the library. It’s way too quiet around here.”
“You did just hear what you said? A library is the quietest place I’ve ever been. You do know that you’re supposed to be quiet in the library.” I can still hear her smile.
“It’s hard to explain, but I love the library. I have a ton of homework, so I’m heading over with hopes of getting it done.”
“I still have to finish the research for the water turbine project. Can I join you?”
“Absolutely, but do you promise that you won’t distract me?”
“I can’t make any promises. I’ll meet you there in fifteen minutes.”
The walk over is so quiet. The snow has been flying around the sky all day, but it doesn’t seem to be sticking to the ground. Almost every house is lit up with Christmas lights. When I get to the corner with the library, Patty drives out of the exit and is waving frantically at me with a big smile on her face. What a smile! No wonder why Casey liked her so much.
The parking lot is nearly empty. As soon as I walk through the door, I see Samantha lounging in one of the sofa chairs to my right. She’s holding up a flyer. I know exactly what it says.
“Grif, there’s so much that I don’t know about you. How long have you been the special guest reader during story hour?” She asks while pointing at my name on the flyer.
“I’ve been doing it for about a year. I love it. The kids are a bit squirrely, but they love when I change the voices of the characters and get all into the story. You should come. I could use some help controlling the kids.”
“Oh, don’t worry. I’ll be there on Saturday. In fact, I can’t wait.” And she gets up and hugs my arm.
We head towards the front desk and the stairs in the back of the library. All of my librarian friends are behind the counter.
“We were hoping that our favorite hockey player was going to stop in.” Mrs. Dwyer turned to get Ms. Madigan’s attention. “Who’s your study partner?”
“Mrs. Dwyer, this is Samantha.” She comes around the counter and gives Samantha a hug and tells her that she better not distract me. Before I can even introduce Ms. Madigan, she too comes around the counter with a pamphlet in her hand.
“We got this in the mail today and thought of you.” She hands me the pamphlet acting as if Samantha isn’t standing right next to me. “It’s a state poetry contest and we thought that you could submit some of your work in the high school division.”
Samantha’s mouth is wide open and she has a look of shock on her face. “Thank you, Ms. Madigan, I’ll submit the poem that I wrote about the Harvest Moon. This is Samantha.”
Ms. Madigan is not a hugger, so she shakes her hand and shoos us downstairs to the study room. While we head to the stairs, I can hear them whispering to each other and giggling.
“I’m learning SO much about you tonight. And here I thought that the only thing you did was play hockey.” She grabs my arm and we head downstairs.