Never-Ending Scene Blogfest

Brenda Drake is hosting the Never-Ending Scene Blogfest. Basically, you pick a scene (500 words or less) that ends in an awesome cliff-hanger! I chose a scene from my WIP, BROKEN. Skye is having an in-class argument with her best friend. Enjoy.

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I grit my teeth. I don’t see how he can be so mean. “Don’t be such a jackass--”

“I’m a jackass?” he roars, jumping to his feet. Every head in the room snaps toward us. Dozens of eyes burn holes through my flesh. “I’ve been your lackey for five years and suddenly he shows up and I don’t matter anymore! Well, I’m not gonna take it. I’m done, Skye. I’m fucking done!”

“Kelvin,” Mrs. McMillan gasps, hands shooting to her wrinkled lips.

“Don’t worry--I’m leaving!” He grabs his backpack and thunders out of the room. The door slams, bringing with it a dull roar of giggles and whispers from my classmates. Even McMillan is chuckling. A hot wave of humiliation crashes down on my shoulders.

I can’t take this anymore.

I grab my bag and follow Kel’s lead. I stumble blindly down the halls, my eyes too blurred with tears to see. My heart drops into my shoes and shatters into a billion tiny pieces. I dig my hands into my pockets, hoping to find a tissue, but only come back with those stupid iron balls I bought this morning.

I choke back a sob, throwing them to the ground behind me. Frustration and shame and anguish rip my insides to bits. It feels like I’m spinning out into space, destined to burn up in the sun.

“Oh my gosh, Skye!”

I can’t see, but I know it’s Rachel. She’s the only one I know that would ever say “Oh my gosh.”

“Are you okay?” she asks, putting her hand on my shoulder.

I shrug her hand off angrily, not wanting to be around a fake friend when the only real one I’ve got is breaking my heart. “No! Do I look okay?”

“What’s the matter?”

“Go away.”

“But--”

I push her back. “Just stay away from me.”

“Skye, I thought--”

“You thought wrong! We’re not friends anymore, Rachel! And that’s never gonna change.”

I turn and run off down the hall, completely blinded by tears. I don’t even stop when I hear her yell, “Good! It’s not like I wanted to hang with a psycho like you anyway!”

I burst through the double doors at the front of the school and spill out onto the concrete. I’m a weeping mess with nowhere to go. I can’t walk home like this, but I’m not going back in there.

The air flickers around me and something moves in the corner of my eye. I freeze, throat tightening. I squeeze my eyes shut, telling myself it’s all in my head.

“Skye,” a horrifyingly familiar voice hisses.

I spin around. Two men. But not the specters I was expecting. These two are very real. Griffith and a dark-skinned stranger. I stumble away from them and try to scream, but my voice is caught in my throat.

Something connects hard with the back of my head. Heavy fog rolls into my mind, blotting out my vision. My knees buckle and I stagger forward, but never hit the ground. Someone catches me.

I get the strangest sense of flying.

Then, nothing.