NaNoWriMo: My Short Story “Three Years” Part I

National Novel Writing Month starts this weekend. Here’s a taste of what I will be writing.

Shield-Nano-Blue-Brown-RGB-HiResThis coming month I’ll be participating in the National Novel Writing Month. If you haven’t heard of it, it’s a project which pushes you to sit down and write a novel, from start to finish, during the month of November. Keeping on schedule, about 1,500 words per day, to reach a 50,000 word deadline on November 30th. I’ve only written short stories, so going for a novel seems like a pretty fun project to take on.

Here is Part I from the first story I ever wrote, from Senior year in high school, which will be the basis for the novel. It’s a very personal story, and really not that great since it was my first, but here it is, in all its glory and high school angst, un-edited for your enjoyment. Let me know what you think.

Three Years

As I walked around, with a beer in my hand and my eye on a girl, I start to realize all the people at this party; all my friends and class mates, pretty much every senior is here with friends or dates. Everyone here is having fun; it is like a movie party, with no drama, and everyone just having a great time and saying goodbye. I know there is music playing and people screaming, but all I can hear is this one song playing over and over in my head, and all I can remember at the time is that one day…

“She said I think I’ll go to Boston,

I think I’ll start a new life,

I think I’ll start it over, where no one knows my name,

I’ll get our of California, I’m tired of the weather,

I think I’ll get a lover and fly them out to Spain.

I think I’ll go to Boston” (1)

I was getting out of the car and walking towards the huge building we parked next to with my aunt. It was the first time I had set foot on this campus, and I knew it would not be the last. There were dead bugs everywhere, cicadas, I believe; that was the year they swarmed every inch of grass. The street leading to the main building looked like a carpet of dead bugs. I didn’t know if this is to show me what the next couple of years here at Georgetown Prep would be like, but it was not a great first impression of the place. I didn’t know if this was the place I would drift by for the next three years, but at the moment I felt like one of those bugs; dead and stuck somewhere I didn’t belong. 

Damn, even with dead bugs everywhere this place is still beautiful. I knew I had to come here and make this my home. I just didn’t know if that was possible, if I was going to let that be possible. I started meeting people: Father George, Coach Bryant, Mr. Ray, Mr. Kalas… 

I snap out of it, someone is talking to me, introducing me, I’m meeting someone else. It’s her, the girl I had my eye on, Alex. We start to talk, man she is great, cute, funny. Just standing there, sipping my beer, and I can’t keep my eyes off her, until out of the corner of my eye, I see a T.V. I think it is the same one I used to own…

I see my dad… picking up the T.V. in my living room, enraged, I didn’t know why… but he picked it up… throws it against the floor… CRASH.

I shake my head, trying to throw that terrible memory away as Alex asks me if I am doing ok.

“I’m fine, I’m fine,

these words are all I have to hide behind,

so get behind me,

you have no right to say…

Someday you’ll understand that everything is a-ok” (2)

“Yeah, yeah I’m ok… just thinking about something,” I tell her. I needed some fresh air. I just met this girl and I’m already worried about ruining it. I tell her I’ll be right back as I’m already half way to the door to get outside.

Man, there are even people outside drinking; this is just like one of those movie parties. I was going outside to escape someone I didn’t even know, and I run into Lower. What are the odds? I think that is the first time that I escaped to Lower instead of with Lower…

That second weekend at Prep was a rush. I had just met these kids, but I already knew who I could follow. They were my neighbors, and they were one of the few that lived close to me that had been here freshman year: Sean and Lower. They were like brothers. I didn’t know much about them, but man, did I want to join that brotherhood. So I did, or at least I tried. We snuck out on a Saturday night, after lights-out. I didn’t know where we were going, or what we were going to do, but I didn’t care. I would never do this; never in my life would I have thought about sneaking out of my boarding school after lights-out. We didn’t go far, just went to the next building, but I was scared. I didn’t know this school, and I didn’t know what would happen if we got caught.

“I’ve not opened my mouth;

can you read my mind so easily?

As the madness sets in,

you much know that I’ll follow you” (3)

We reached a door and snuck in, first through a door, then under a cage door. It was the South Room basement. It seemed like they have done this before many times because they didn’t miss a step. They knew where the turn was, knew who could actually fit under the cage door to open it, knew every little detail. We started munching, we eat as many cookies as we can, we stuff our faces with pie, cereal, anything we can find, and I don’t know why, but Sean grabbed a big block of cheese. Then we start to leave and we see security. I was so scared. We all bolt, sprint, as fast as we can towards Gunlocke. The door was locked, so we start to pound on the door. BANG, BANG,

BANG! Shit, I hit my knee against the kitchen counter. I don’t know how I ended up there, but I did, and of course, Alex was there to see me embarrass myself. I try to be smooth and talk to Alex, but oh no, again, I see the kitchen table right past her head…

It was the morning after the fight between my Dad and my step-mom… I walked into the kitchen and I notice her things stacked high on the table… I look around… She is leaving…

I picture my step-mom leaving the house, and Alex leaves the room, I need to talk to her, acknowledge her. I don’t want to make the same mistake. So I shake my head, shake it all off, and walk into the next room towards Alex, chase her, but damn, Josh grabs me, stops me. He tells me I better listen to the song playing, it’s a good one.

“Fast approaching death

you aren’y helping it, you’re

a girlfriend, a movie

a slow dance, a thought that just passed

so fast approaching death

we never noticed it

it just came on and came apart on us

the best idea that we never had” (4)

Man, this really is a good song. I can’t help but talk to him, he has always been there for me, and I know he can help me out, so we talk, about Alex, and I start to think…

Thanks for reading. Part II coming tomorrow.

– Nahuel F.A.

4 Comments on “NaNoWriMo: My Short Story “Three Years” Part I

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