NaNoWriMo 2017 — Week 3

Hello readers! So it’s my third and final (full) week of NaNoWriMo! AHH IT’S COMING TO AN END SHORTLY! What will we all do once that deadline comes? Do something called sleep, catch up on books, and maybe relax? NO, WE PANIC!

Until then, I’d love to describe my past week in excruciating detail.

Ever since I picked up writing again this month, I’ve been integrating my rather extensive vocabulary in my everyday vernacular. In fact, I’ll be talking and suddenly use a word that I’ve only ever read in books or used in my own stories. A word that I might not even be able to pinpoint its definition, but can use impeccably.

Why do you think teachers assume I’m plagiarizing, solely due to my vocabulary which is above the average teenager? Ugh.

In other news, I have no chance at completing NaNoWriMo. Sucks to admit it here instead of just inside my head, but it’s Day 26 and I have barely reached 30,000. No way. I’ve always completed NaNoWriMo, camp and all! This isn’t a crushing blow like it used to be to me, because I know I can do it, but this month was only slightly busy at best.

The truth is, my book isn’t long enough. When I wrote the plot in June, I wanted it to be condensed from the word vomit that was 140,000 of the original draft. (I KNOW!!) It was all filler from my 2015 brain (scary image.) But writing my novel now, it’s almost done and has barely 50,000 words. I have no time to go back and add chapters with only 4 days away from deadline.

(The reason I’m only at 30k and not 50k is because I wrote 20k back in July for Camp NaNo, and then picked up another novel to complete Camp NaNo. I know, writing adultery deserves capital punishment. Glad to say that after this month, both of those novels will be finished.)

I didn’t mean for this to be so grim, but I thought I’d be honest. I’m actually quite impressed that I finished 2 novels in 2017. I started and finished 1 book in 2016, and started a novel in 2016 and finished it this year. And a book I wrote in 2015 is rewritten and finished this year. Gosh, this is exhausting. But how many teens can say they’ve written almost a million words in 3 years?

Here’s to the next and final week of NaNo!

Due to popular demand (and by that I mean one person) I’m adding another excerpt of my novel that I wrote sometime in the past week. I’m quite excited to show y’all again! If it ever gets edited and ends up on Wattpad, you’ll be the first to hear of it!

There was a certain art to flirting.

At least I assumed there was. Since I’d never actually flirted with someone in my life, I just take advice from people who always say these kind of things.

I thought about this infamous art of flirting as I strolled up to Levi. He leaned against a girl perched in a seat. His hand pressed to the slab of wall above her head.

Clearing my throat, Levi whirled around. “Am I interrupting something?” I smirked, a smug expression on my lips.

Casting a curious glance toward the girl, she looked about my age, possibly older. With pale skin and beach blonde hair tucked into a ponytail. Her smile was radiant. A sting in my chest felt sorry she was about to pulled into the crossfire of what was about to happen here.

He gulped, his Adam’s apple bobbing. “I’m talking to Natasha—”

“No matter,” I waved a hand in dismissal. “Come with me, Levi.” Reaching out a hand, Levi protested.

When he refused, I placed my hands on my hips. “Honey, what do you think you’re doing?”

Levi nervously glanced between the swarm gathering around us and me. “I was just talking to Natasha—”

“I saw you flirting. With her. In front of me,” I snarled, punctuating the fragments of disgust in my voice. I jabbed a finger at his chest with enough force to push him back a few inches. “What do you think you’re doing?”

“Enjoying the party?”

I audibly scoffed. “Last time I checked, we were in a relationship, Levi!” The crowd forming was deep enough to form a barricade between the house and the angry (but pretend) couple in the corner. From their perspective, Nadia Moreno was fuming, and lashing out at her boyfriend.

In the mind of Celia Andrews, I was positively calculative.

“Last time I checked, Nadia, it wasn’t your job to stalk my every move!” Levi remarked.

The best thing about this manufactured argument was that everything Levi said was genuine. Half sincerity was enough to convince the public we were arguing for real.

With a quirk of my eyebrow, I continued.

Not before Levi grasped my wrist and yanked me close.

“No, no,” I sputtered.

“I know what you’re doing,” he muttered. “And you’re not easily getting out of this.”

His feral growl made my bones shrivel.

“Well, Levi,” my gaze darted toward the wandering eyes in the crowd. “I know what you did. You think I didn’t see the texts? The notifications? You never cared about me! Not even at the beginning of our relationship!” Because it was all fake, I nearly said.


“I can’t hide it anymore! You cheated! He cheated!” I screeched, pointing at Levi. “How could do you such a thing to me?”

Despite the clear bewilderment on his face, I was about to reach my acting high. The stellar moment when my persona collided with myself—and everything else in my mind was lost to the void. It was the moment when we became inseparable.

Whipping around to face the crowd, a calculated tear rolled down my cheek.

That was the first time I perfected a tear without an ugly cry beforehand.

I’d applaud myself, but I had an act to finish.

Pounding fists at his chest, Levi shoved me. He was stricken with not pain, but confusion. I’d be puzzled too if my fake girlfriend who said we’d never be a thing contracted affection for me and started banging her fists at my chest.

Somewhere along the chaos, Levi hoisted me off the ground. I squirmed at his touch, and the horde swarming behind us demanded to let me down. Instead of words, I wailed unintelligibly. Levi stifled a laugh, amusement and fury in his eyes.

“Calm down, dammit,” he spat. “And quit this already.”

“NO! You cheated and deserve everything you get!” I squealed.




I made out a few voices among the cacophony raging above the music from the speakers.

Levi tightened his grip on my arms, fingernails digging into my skin. I yelped in pain.

“Can we talk? Alone?” he growled, glaring at the wandering eyes.



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