LauraKantore
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What do you think of this beginning for my novel? Does it hook you in and capture your attention? Any thoughts, comments, or critiques?
The halls were bustling.
She hated this; hated the pounding of footsteps on the tile floor, hated the slamming of locker doors, hated the perturbed yells being exchanged as people barged into one another. But most of all, she hated the sound that could be heard over all of these noises, the sound of lighthearted conversations and laughter. The sound of ignorance.
She knew the sound was fitting for the main a hallway of a high school, yet this fact did nothing to settle the anger the ignorant noises instilled within her. She had seen the harsh reality of life, and knew none of the petty conversations flying around the hall deserved the laughter and attention they were receiving.
“Hey, Katherine, are you coming?”
She turned away from the childish scene before her and focused her attention on the teen at her side. As he stood in front of the row of cherry-colored lockers, he seemed to dwarf them with his size. A trip to the gym was without a doubt a part of his daily schedule and between his muscular limbs and height, he made an impressive figure. But even as he stood by her petite figure, Katherine didn’t find him intimidating; the lopsided smile that occupied his face made sure of this.
She glowered in response to his expression and banged her locker door shut.
“I’m coming,” Katherine muttered as she brushed a strand of her chestnut hair behind her ear. She knew that the bell signaling the beginning of school wouldn’t break out in its clamorous ringing for at least another five minutes. This meant that the boy beside her still had time to show her around her new school, as he had been doing for the past twenty minutes.
He was enjoying his assigned task way too much for her tastes. His elated smile had been lightening his expression the entire time they had been touring the school. Yet what made the beige buildings with their unadorned blue doors worthy of the smile mystified her. The underfunded school seemed just more proof that her new foster home was located in one of the smallest, most insignificant towns in existence.
“I’ll show you to the gym next,” the boy announced as he watched her shoulder her backpack. She continued glaring at him with her hazel eyes, angered by the persistence of his smile. His expression remained unaffected by her scowl. Whether he was the oblivious type or just trying to aggravate her, she couldn’t tell. However, she had a feeling it was the latter; she knew better than to expect innocence from people.
The halls were bustling.
She hated this; hated the pounding of footsteps on the tile floor, hated the slamming of locker doors, hated the perturbed yells being exchanged as people barged into one another. But most of all, she hated the sound that could be heard over all of these noises, the sound of lighthearted conversations and laughter. The sound of ignorance.
She knew the sound was fitting for the main a hallway of a high school, yet this fact did nothing to settle the anger the ignorant noises instilled within her. She had seen the harsh reality of life, and knew none of the petty conversations flying around the hall deserved the laughter and attention they were receiving.
“Hey, Katherine, are you coming?”
She turned away from the childish scene before her and focused her attention on the teen at her side. As he stood in front of the row of cherry-colored lockers, he seemed to dwarf them with his size. A trip to the gym was without a doubt a part of his daily schedule and between his muscular limbs and height, he made an impressive figure. But even as he stood by her petite figure, Katherine didn’t find him intimidating; the lopsided smile that occupied his face made sure of this.
She glowered in response to his expression and banged her locker door shut.
“I’m coming,” Katherine muttered as she brushed a strand of her chestnut hair behind her ear. She knew that the bell signaling the beginning of school wouldn’t break out in its clamorous ringing for at least another five minutes. This meant that the boy beside her still had time to show her around her new school, as he had been doing for the past twenty minutes.
He was enjoying his assigned task way too much for her tastes. His elated smile had been lightening his expression the entire time they had been touring the school. Yet what made the beige buildings with their unadorned blue doors worthy of the smile mystified her. The underfunded school seemed just more proof that her new foster home was located in one of the smallest, most insignificant towns in existence.
“I’ll show you to the gym next,” the boy announced as he watched her shoulder her backpack. She continued glaring at him with her hazel eyes, angered by the persistence of his smile. His expression remained unaffected by her scowl. Whether he was the oblivious type or just trying to aggravate her, she couldn’t tell. However, she had a feeling it was the latter; she knew better than to expect innocence from people.