I am evil writer! I am evil writer!

This is an excerpt from an unnamed YA book that I will start to write in… oh let’s see… 2010. I think I will make it the beginning chapter. Maybe. I don’t know. What do you think? Is it any good? I sorta kinda did the literary equivalent of pulling it out of my butt one evening.

I thought for a while, why post a big tease? Then I remembered that Kiersten with her Pixie Post (PIXIES!!!) and let us not forget ~*Courtney*~ with the Most Massive Tease Ever were doing it, so I would do it too. Only, of course, I am just the Hack Writer… but I still am evil.

Lisa sat in the car in the airport cell phone lot, staring at her phone, contemplating the worst call ever. She sighed and pressed the send button when her dad’s picture displayed on the screen.

“Hi Kitten,” Dad said.

“Hi Daddy.” She tried to say more, but the words just caught in her throat. It had been a great effort to convince her father that she would be okay at home. It had only been a month since Andy died. They needed the money and she needed to catch-up at school.

Now there was… this.

“What’s up? Are you going to be late picking me up?”

“No, I parked at the cell phone lot; I wanted to call you when you landed right away.”

“What’s up?”  Her father sounded somewhat worried.

“You know how you don’t like surprises?”

Her father sighed. “Just spit it out Honey. Whatever it is, we can work through it.”

“I have a tattoo,” she blurted out.

“Ugh,” her father grunted. “Wow Lisa that is just… wow. Please tell me it’s somewhere you don’t normally see, like on your butt or something.”

“Weeell… it does go down… there… eventually.”

“Oh? Where else does it go?”

“It kind of wraps around, it starts over my left eye and works its way to my right foot.”

It was quite the lovely tattoo, actually, Lisa thought, other than the almost dying part.

“Lisa. This isn’t a funny joke to play on the Old Man. The flight was long and bumpy. I think I am actually green.”

“Sorry Daddy, but it is a real tattoo. Can we talk about it after I pick you up? The only reason why I called was I didn’t want you to freak when I picked you up. You can freak in the car.”

He sighed. “Fine. I’ll have my bags in ten minutes. Door 6.” He hung up.

Oh no, not the ‘fine’, thought Lisa. She fought hot tears, and then bit her lip. She was her father’s daughter. She would not cry; she had already spent an entire month crying for Andy, she would not!

The tears suddenly stopped, almost as if it was… magic.

Lisa shared a belated sigh with her dad. It was going to be a long day.