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This is the first chapter of my book. It barely has 750 words and I have no clue on how to expand it. Any suggestions?
In Other Words: Chapter 1: I. Need. Fucking. Out.
Those were the words I read on my phone hidden under my desk. I looked up to see Ms. Gail, the study hall supervisor, deeply entranced in her crossword puzzle. Glancing around the classroom I could see all of the creative ways students used their phones while pretending to do work. Some hid it under their desk like me, some piled books on their desk and hid their phone behind it, some even put it inside their books and pretended they were reading. The bold and daring ones held their phones out blatantly on their desks.
The few freshmen in the class were less experienced in the proper way to use their phones in class, the book that hid the phone was at an awkward level, so they couldn’t possibly be reading it, and their screen brightness was so high you could see the light from their screens casting a blue glow across their faces.
The vibrations from my phone told me I had another message.
A! Let’s go West! I NEEEEED it girl! I rolled my eyes. Geez, Mari get a grip. My fingers flew across the screen, sharp black letters against a white background.
Let me text K. K, or Karen, was my older sister. She helped Mari and I get out of class often because she had always wanted someone to get her out of class. Once more my phone buzzed.
Ortho?, she asked. An orthodontist appointment seemed the best way to get out of class. It was believable enough to get you out often, because saying you have a stomach bug every time you want to leave class makes people think you have a problem. I know from experience. I tap on my contacts icon on the toolbar of my phone, scrolling to find Ry’s name. I click his name and begin typing my request.
Hey Ry, M and I need passes out of class, orthodontist appointments ASAP. Immediately, I feel my phone buzz with his reply.
Orthodontist? Again? Wow, your mouth is shit Alex. I could see his smirk and hear his sarcastic tone as I read his message.
I made a mental note to punch him later.
I typed out, My mouth is as shitty as your life, passes PLEASE! His reply was as short as his lifespan probably was. K.
Ry was a special person, by that I mean, he’s an asshole. Sarcastic, witty comments, huge smart ass. There’s no other way to describe him. His arrogant, unkempt ways just made him seem worse. His hair was a deep chocolate brown, it stuck up in random directions and was always swept across his face, blocking most of his vision. I know from our staring contests of the past that his eyes were a dark steel gray, and little blue flecks surrounded his pupil. His wardrobe consisted entirely of t-shirts with sarcastic phrases, as well as accidentally ripped jeans.
Ry was a decently known dealer around the school. I had seen him secretly pass these little bags of small, colored pills out, but don’t ask me to give you a name, I couldn’t give you any. I’m not into smoking and all that crap. I don’t want to feel out of control and do stupid things because I've seen how high school students act when they get high or drunk, they behave like fucking morons.
It’s kind of ironic that Ry deals, because no one would ever suspect Henry Wellson IV of dealing. I had known Ry since the sixth grade, and I never understood why he went by such a stupid nickname. What kind of a name is Ry? I remember girls at recess would run around him, screeching at the top of their lungs, “REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!”
He dealt most of his pills, but I know he pays some freshman to do some of his work, and a hefty amount too. I told him once that I was willing to distribute his stash, but he told me, “I’m not going to bring you into this. You’ll just embarrass yourself.” Mari told me that he was trying to say that he cared about me and wanted to protect me, but Ry cares about no one but himself. He’s not a bad person, he’s just got his shit and won’t deal with anyone else's.
(Here's where I ran out of ideas)
“Alexandra Scott?” At the sound of my name Ms. Gail looked up from her crossword. She looked at me, readjusted her glasses and nodded her head. I stood up and grabbed my bag, and slowly walked out the door.
