Genre: Young Adult & Youth
About queenofblankLocation: San Antonio, Texas Home Region: Age:17 Website: http://queenofblank.livejournal.com Favorite music: Katy Perry, Demi Lovato, Carrie Underwood, Keith Urban, Third Day (up-tempo music that keeps me in a good mood) Non-noveling interests: Flute, Marching Band, watching House, Spurs basketball |
Joined: November 2, 2006 This Year: Official Participant NaNoWriMo History: NaNoWriMo posts: 17 NaNoWriMo buddies: 30
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Brief Author Bio: It's my senior year of high school and I'm going to push my limits with Nano this year! Scholarship and college applications and a fifty-thousand word novel. Let's do this!! |
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Synopsis: Home, Where My Heart Was
Amanda has always had the biggest fear of getting kidnapped after having her friend disappear at a young age. He fears are realized when it happens to her.
But this kidnapping is unconventional. While it starts out rough and painful, the three men involved begin to treat her with respect, like a daughter. Any physical contact becomes unnecessary.
Will Amanda be able to get away? Will Elijah, a thirteen-year-old who witnessed the kidnapping, be able to help the police find her?
Or will she even want to go back home?
Excerpt: Home, Where My Heart Was
“Hello?” her timid voice squeaked as she slowly turned around to see what, or who, was behind her. “Is anybody there?”
There was no response, but the sound, unlike the last time, had not disappeared. She picked her laptop off of the ground by her feet and was about to turn around when she was grabbed from behind and quickly swept off of her feet. She tried kicking her legs to free herself from this mysterious captor, when someone else grabbed her feet. Screaming wasn’t doing her any good either, she was too far away from the rest of the subdivision for anyone to hear, and nobody else was at the park.
“Shut up, Amanda!” a deep, low voice said to her, as the mysterious man grabbed a hold of her face to stop the noise. “Nobody can hear you; nobody can save you. You are all mine now.”
‘Wait a minute, how does this guy know my name? I don’t know him!’
She tried shouting again and kicking and flailing in as many ways and directions as she possibly could but nothing was working.
“Yeah, great idea, Amanda,” the man spoke again. “Tire yourself out. I prefer it when there is no struggle between the two of us. I’m not as bad as you think I am.”
“I don’t know you! How do you know who I am?” she shouted, but the words were muffled beneath the white hands of her captor. The teen had no clue what she had left to do at this point. It was either go quietly or keep trying to make a scene. But through trying to get the attention of the people in the neighborhood, all her energy had been sapped and she didn’t know if she was going to need it later on.
As soon as she stopped kicking the grip on her legs loosened a bit. She thought it was because she had stopped trying to hurt the men who had kidnapped her, but instead she found out that they only let go because they were now putting her into the car that would take her away from home. All she had left to hope for was that this guy wasn’t as bad as the guy who had taken Maya from her home 12 years ago, and that maybe, just maybe somebody had seen this occur and would be able to rescue her before it was too late.
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