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Genre: Young Adult & Youth
About vintage_mannerLocation: Texas Home Region: Age:15 Website: http://vintage-manner.livejournal.com/ Favorite novels: harry potter, the mists of avalon, wuthering heights, a tale of two cities, looking for alaska, east of eden, through a glass darkly Favorite writers: jane austen, shakespeare, frank baum, sharon creech, sarah dessen, eva ibbotson, oscar wilde, e.m. forster, james patterson, w.h. auden Favorite music: i listen to everything on the face of the planet. except for rap. Non-noveling interests: oboe, photography, friends, reading, sleeping |
Joined: October 6, 2009 This Year: Official Participant NaNoWriMo History: NaNoWriMo posts: 39 NaNoWriMo buddies: 6
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Brief Author Bio: let's hope it all works out when we let it all play out. |
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Synopsis: From Fairest Creatures
From fairest creatures we desire increase,
that thereby beauty's rose might never die,
But as the riper should by time decrease,
His tender heir might bear his memory...
~William Shakespeare, Sonnet 1
Zella Woon is a teenager. She's a little mature for her age, and she used to be home-schooled. Newly enrolled in the public school system, Zella finds herself the center of all the boys attention and stuck with a newly assigned project.
Mr. Stearns assigns the same project every year and has the previous year sign a confidentiality waiver. The students pull research topics from a hat, and everybody wants the same topic. Everyone, that is, except Zella Woon. So naturally she is the one who pulls the right to research the Murders of 1972.
As Zella reluctantly begins work, she realizes that this did happen. As she delves deeper and deeper into the case files, Zella is shocked by the connections this murder has to not only her classmates, but to her own family.
Excerpt: From Fairest Creatures
Our little lives are full of cream cheese. We have a few shining, strawberry moments, and the rest is a bland happening. Most people sit around and wait for the strawberries to hit them in the face, but I don't think that this helps anybody very much. They usually get hit with blueberries instead. Sometimes we wonder why the universe (or God) had decided to settle us with the nonsense of blueberries when we specifically asked for strawberries, but there's never any answer. These people are stupid.
Basically what I'm trying to say is that you should not sit around and wait for the fantastic times to hit you. The only way to get more strawberries is to go out and get them yourself.
My name is Zella Woon, and up until yesterday, I was home-schooled. Yesterday my mother decided that I should go to school. Like, a public school. Sounds awesome, no? You're right, it doesn't sound awesome. What am I supposed to do in a public school? And if she wanted me in a public school, why did she start home-schooling me in the first place? This whole mess makes me pretty confused. My mother is insane though, that's probably why she home-schooled me: to make sure that I turned out just as screwed up as her.
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