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I've rewritten my book intro so many times that I literally can't tell if it's good or not so, please let me know what you think. Did it pull you in and make you want to read more or… not. I don't know what advise I'm looking for but general thoughts would be nice. Without further ado:
By my first day of high school, I had lived and breathed every part of my existence in Fairview Iowa. Fairview is and was one of the most nothing towns you may never have the pleasure of encountering, but that was something that didn't really bother me all that much. When you live in a small town, everyone seems to have their own ways of making things a little more interesting. Fairview seemed to be collectively going for the title of The Largest Amount of Kitschy and Implausible Urban Legends Ever Told. I had loved all the dumb stories as a kid, but I was never as into it as some people, like my sister Christina. Joe Terry, Fairview's token crazy old man,
Would tell anyone who would listen about the werewolf he had once witnessed across the street from his house. Macie Adler, who was now a senior at Fairview community college, had claimed in the first grade that she had a fairy circle with real live fairies in her backyard. Even my best friend Evelyn had gotten in on the joke in the third grade and had gone on and on about the mermaid she had seen swimming down Trickle River.
Most of the dumb stories floating around Fairview really did have more logical explanations. Mr. Terry happened to live across the street from a family that owned three huskies. Also, as I mentioned before, he's a little strange in the head. Macie was a first grader who probably watched a lot of Barbie movies. And Evie’s mermaid, well Trickle River is not really a river at all, just a locally named glorified creek. There was no way a human-sized anything could swim down it. Even little kids could barely splash around in the shallow stream.
I never believed any of the stories people told about Fairview, but everything changed my freshman year at Fairview High School. My first day of school there was weird, but probably one of those days that you wouldn't remember if something big hadn't happened afterwards to make you retrace everything that you did over and over again. I wonder sometimes if I could've done something to change how everything that followed happened. Maybe if I hadn't gone to school that day. Maybe if I hadn’t gone to the nurse. Maybe if I had never met Jared, a lot of it really does come down to the moment I met Jared. Though even more of it comes down to my headstrong sister and her group of little want to be supersleuths. Still, I can’t help thinking that if by some miracle I could rewind time, I'd have a normal life. Unfortunately not. I did go to school that morning. I hopped all enthusiastically into my older sister's girlfriend's car and speed on towards the series of events that changed my life forever. And I have no power to fix it.
Hindsight is such a bitch.
