Actually, I'm not. That was joke, guys... Please don't be mad at me forever. I really love you guys...
Anyway... It's Patricia, here on this bee-autiful afternoon, and I'm here to talk about your first chapter.
Your first chapter is possibly the most important one you will write. Most people, decide whether to read the book, or not, by reading the first chapter. You want one that will really suck your reader into another dimension. Here are a few tips to creating the most perfect mind-blowing first chapter in existence:
- En media res. (I think I spelled that right.) ~ En media res is Latin, for "In the middle of things". You could write your first chapter, or prologue, or prelude, or whatever you call it, in the middle of things. Starting in the middle of the action is always exciting... But... with that comes challenges. If you're going to start WRITING in the middle of the plot, than you're going to have to keep a careful record of what happens. For example... You might start in the middle of a battle scene, which will take place later on in the book. However, in order for that to happen, you will have a lot of explaining to do, as you go along. You don't want your book to end up like this: Chapter 1: It was a foggy Saturday morning, in the month of April. Several lines of soldiers were preparing for battle. (Skip ahead twenty chapters) Chapter 20: It was a clear, sunny, Tuesday morning. 13,000 soldiers were preparing for battle. This is why, my dear readers, if you are going to start en media res, you are better off to start your story off normally, and then when your first draft is done, to copy and paste a middle scene into the front of the novel; and name it "Prelude".
- Try to veil your character. ~ If your character seems a little bit more suspicious or 'shady', the reader will want to fine out why. Therefore, perking their interest in reading further.
Have an amazing day!
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Keep writing!
<3
Patricia Rane
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Rescuing the Fretholyne
By Patricia Rane
Chapter 1
“Oh, come on,” Abbie groaned, hitting the steering wheel.
“We’re gonna be late for school, and you’ll be to blame,” she yelled at the
car. She tucked a strand of her light brown hair behind her ear. Her gold
flecked eyes flashed in anger, but she tried to calm down.
“I’ll check the fluids,” Jake offered. Abbie nodded.
“I’ll help him!” Skylar eagerly offered, unbuckling her
seatbelt. Abbie rolled her eyes, but unlocked the SUV’ door.
“Just don’t stain your uniform,” Heather said, examining
her manicure.
After five more minutes
of sitting there, Abbie made up her mind. “That’s it,” she ordered. “We are not
being late for school, just because some stupid, mortal car won’t start.” She
opened the door to the driver seat. Fifteen year old Heather got out on the
passenger side. The sound of opening doors echoed in the garage.
“Guys,” Heather said to Jake and Skylar. “Stop fiddling
with that, you’re gonna get your clothes dirty.”
Abbie produced her amulet, which made Leiza cough
uncomfortably. “Um, Abbie?” She asked. “You’re not planning on using that, are
you?”
“You know dad will have a cow if—,” Heather was
interrupted.
“Well we can’t be late for school, now, can we?” Abbie
snapped. The stress of going to mortal school was enough, but having car
troubles, and the thought of being late looming overhead…?
“But, Abbie,” twelve year old Carter protested. “This
could get us expelled!”
She hesitated at this
thought. But then the determined look was back. “Nobody will find out about
this. Right?” she looked sharply around at them all. No one said anything.
“Good.”
Everyone put one finger
on the tiny glass item the sixteen year old held in her hand. Amulets were one
thing that each Hero was expected to have. It would help get you out of tight
situations if your certain power didn’t apply. It could save your life, in very
extreme matters.
“Jackson Jewitt high school.”
Everyone opened their
eyes, and they were standing on the front lawn of a large brick building.
Heather took one look at Skylar and rolled her eyes. She started patting her
little sister’s auburn hair back into place. The sun glinted off of Heather’s
blonde hair, and nearly blinded Carter, but he just grinned. Heather was SO
prim, and perfect. Long blonde hair, and curious blue eyes. It made him smile
again, thinking about how motherly she was.
These seven kids were
all going to experience their first day of mortal school. Their father and
mother, Damien and Miridia Ferguson had been hesitant to let their children
leave the safety of their home, in the hills of Denver, Colorado. But when they
had seen how persistent their children were in going to see what mortal schools
were like, they had finally gave in, entrusting them all into the care of
Abigail, their oldest daughter. Damien had made them all promise that they
wouldn’t use their powers. At all. And, on their first day, Abbie had just
broken that promise. They had moved into a small house that was fifteen minutes
away from the school, in New York City, New York. It was a disadvantage, the
school being so far away, but it was the only one he could find without records
of shadow heroes.
Abbie and Heather raced
into the English classroom, where a tall, skinny, English professor had just begun
the class. “Ladies,” he said, clearing his throat as they rushed to take their
seats, “Tardiness is not a characteristic you will want to be characterized by
in my class.” He adjusted his wire framed glasses.
“I’m sorry, Professor,” Abbie apologized. “We had car
problems this morning,” she said truthfully.
“Please
turn to page 13 in your English textbooks. You will also need to take out your
copy of Shakespeare’s, ‘A Midsummer’s Night Dream’.”
The rest of the class
was mainly talking about how Shakespeare was a “True Writer”, and how much
their professor adored him.
At the end of the
learning session, the two teenagers were starting to realize why mortals hated
school so much.
***
Fifteen year old Jake,
fourteen year old Leiza, and thirteen year old Skylar slid into their seats,
just seconds before the bell rang. “Good morning, class,” the math professor
said, eyeing them. She was tall, and thin. Wearing a light purple and gray,
dress suit, she looked quite intimidating. The class murmured a greeting, and
the teacher turned her attention to the three kids. She smoothed her hair,
which was pulled into a tight bun, straightened her glasses, and said, “I see
we have some new students.”
Jake looked around to
make sure that she wasn’t talking about someone else. “You three,” she said.
“In the back.” Inwardly, Leiza groaned. Why couldn’t they have come in two
minutes earlier? “Could you three please come up here?”
Jake slowly stood up,
his younger sisters following his example. They made their way to the front,
the teacher looming in front of them. “Welcome to Jackson Jewitt,” she said.
“I’m Professor Jewitt.” Skylar gulped. They had the headmistress, and the owner
of the school as a math teacher? Well… this would be interesting. Just so long
that she doesn’t find out that we know her powerful position, Skylar thought.
“You’re the headmistress?” Leiza asked, running her
fingers through her dark brown hair. Skylar wanted to punch her. The teacher looked
pleased.
“Yes,” she nodded. “Yes, I am.” She looked somewhat
triumphant that they had noticed her position of authority. “And you are?”
“Leiza,” she answered.
“I’m Jake,” their brother said. “And the quiet one with
the murderous look on her face is Skylar. Usually, we can’t get her to shut
up.” Now Skylar wanted to punch Jake, too. Why couldn’t they just shut their
mouths?
“I see,” the Professor said, pursing her lips. There was
something about this professor that made Skylar uneasy. “Well, you may take
your seats.”
“Open your math books to page four,” said Professor
Jewitt. Then she narrowed her eyes, looking directly at Skylar. “We’ll see just
how much you know.”
***
Twelve year old Carter,
and eleven year old Kendra raced through the empty halls of the school. “Using
her power amulet, indeed,” Carter huffed. “We’re gonna get in trouble if dad
finds out!”
“Carter,” Kendra said, glaring at him, “We’re definitely
going to be in trouble, if we can’t find our classroom,” she said
as-a-matter-a-factly.
“OUR SISTER JUST VIOLATED THE ONLY RULE THAT WE HAD TO
FOLLOW, ON OUR FIRST DAY!” He yelled, his voice echoing down the halls.
“Will you please shut up?” she asked. “You’re the one who is gonna get us in trouble, screaming it to the whole
world.” She said grumpily.
He glared at her. “DO
YOU KNOW HOW DANGEROUS IT IS TO USE OUR AMULETS—,” he was interrupted,
“Is there something wrong?” a female voice asked coldly.
The two kids whirled around. A woman was standing in the doorway of a classroom
right behind them.
“Um, no, Professor,” Kendra squeaked. “We were just… Um…
looking for our classroom.” She gently flipped her honey-colored hair over her
shoulder.
“Please follow me.” The teacher said, motioning into the
classroom behind her. The classroom, just happened to be full of students. Carter
scanned the class, and then he spotted Jake, Leiza, and Skylar near the back.
“Leiza,” she said. The girl looked up from her homework sheet. She looked
surprised.
“Yes,
Professor Jewitt?”
“Are
these your… relatives…?” This time, Leiza looked over at Skylar. Skylar gave
her ‘The look’.
“No,
Professor.” Leiza lied. She had a feeling that Skylar sensed that this was
dangerous.
Carter opened his
mouth, but Kendra jabbed her elbow into his side. He shut his mouth, and
remained silent. She knew that their
older siblings had a good reason to lie, whatever it may be. The Professor looked surprised. “You’re…
quite sure?” she asked.
“Of course we are,” Skylar sneered. “Don’t you think we
would know who we’re related to?”
Jake gave her a warning
look. “Please, Professor,” Kendra began, “We’re late for our class. Could you
please direct to the correct room?”
“What class is it that you want?” Professor Jewitt asked,
the cold tone returning to her voice.
“General science, grade eight,” she answered.
“It’s door eight, over in the next hallway.”
Kendra murmured a thank
you, and then dragged Carter from the room. They entered the classroom and
looked around. It was empty. “Hmm,” Kendra mused. “Maybe she misspoke herself,”
she said after checking the door number. “Well, this is the general science room,” she pointed to a sign on the wall. It
read, “Jackson Jewitt loves General Science.”
“Maybe we’re early,” Carter offered.
“We can’t be early,” Kendra murmured, looking fixatedly
at the blackboard. She glanced at her watch. “Classes for this time frame should be almost halfway through.”
Carter saw some
movement out of the corner of his eye, near the window of the room. He started
walking toward the general area he saw the movement in.
Suddenly, Kendra heard
a scuffle out in the hall. She turned, just in time to see Skylar burst into
the room. “Carter!” she yelled. “It’s a trap!”
