Genre: Young Adult & Youth
About strayedLocation: Fresno, CA Home Region: Age:21 Website: http://leahclement.blogspot.com Favorite novels: The Hunger Games, The Host, Harry Potter, Lord of the Rings, Wake, Thirteen Reasons Why Favorite writers: Suzanne Collins, Jay Asher, JK Rowling Favorite music: Depends on the scene I'm writing. I jump around from movie scores, to Paramore, to The Used, etc... Non-noveling interests: Besides the normal reading, listening to music, and watching movies/tv, I play video games, play around with HTML, and spoil my cat rotten. |
Joined: October 3, 2009 This Year: Official Participant NaNoWriMo History: NaNoWriMo posts: 0 NaNoWriMo buddies: 10
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Brief Author Bio: Work, school, with a side of friends and family. I'm an English major with an emphasis in creative writing. Fall is my favorite season because I get to wear scarves and pea coat jackets. And someday, nerds will rule all. |
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Synopsis: Concealed
(No longer in the running for NaNo as I changed the idea to this story half way through.)
Neira Collins wants a normal life, something she knows she can never have. Born with powerful abilities, Neira must hide from the government, who wants her captured or dead. Unable to get a job or a house because of the government’s brand on her skin, she seeks refuge in a concrete sanctuary underground with people of her own kind.
She is forced to resort to thieving to survive. In the middle of a heist, she runs into Adarin—a boy with information on her parent’s and his parent’s deaths. Realizing that their parents were scientists working for the government, they set out to discover the truth behind the murders.
Neira soon finds that the mission is more dangerous than they had realized. The government had created a weapon—a pill that could control people with abilities and use them against each other. Knowing that they cannot win against the corruption, Neira tries to disappear before the government can catch her—forcing her to kill her own kind.
Excerpt: Concealed
When I was ten, I purposely seared off the tips of my fingers with a scorched pan. The pain lingered for weeks, the skin red and swollen, but I knew it was necessary, even at that age. I had no fingerprints and no birth certificate, having shredded it to miniscule pieces. I didn’t exist, which is exactly what I wanted. It helped me survive.
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