Wednesday, September 11, 2013
Shades of Pink Teaser - Break Out by Brei Betzold
Every day until the end of September, I will post here the blurb for one of the stories from the Shades of Pink charity anthology, as well as a teaser, and a short bio for the author. The anthology will be available on October 1st, with all proceeds going to breast cancer research. I invite you to come back, share the links for these teasers, tell your friends about it... It's all for a good cause! And if you tweet about it, you can use the hashtag #shadesofpink :)
Today, a glimpse from Break Out by Brei Betzold
Sixteen year old Neveah Jacob has one interest in life, drag racing, well that and the guy that will never acknowledge her existence. The summer she turns sixteen changes things for her though. Some dreams are brought to fruition while other are demolished before her eyes.
I took a deep breath and held it, watching the lights tick down, slowly rolling, setting off the pre-staged lights and let the breath out, going a little further to set off the staged light. I pulled in another breath and watched as the lights blinked down the tree, the final countdown light slamming the accelerator button. The red light lit up, I let out the air I was still holding on a groan.
“Why can’t I get this today?” I whined to myself while resetting the Christmas tree. I had been drag racing for as long as I could remember, but the Christmas tree had always been my bane of existence. I was a habitual red lighter, and if I didn’t red light, my reaction times were horrible. I had yet to find that timing.
“Neveah,” my mama called.
I sighed and shut down what I was working on, no need in starting yet another argument with her.
“Coming,” I called back and pushed myself off the purple couch in my room. I hated this room; it was decorated for the girl my mama wanted me to be, not who I was. Mama had decorated it in light purples, pinks, and butterflies. I preferred my room at Daddy’s house that he let me decorate myself. I liked the dark blues and greys, car parts littering the desk, and posters hanging on my walls. In this room, it felt like I was visiting the alternate version of myself, and I didn’t like that girl very much.
“Neveah,” Mama screamed.
I quickly ran out of my room and down the stairs of the plantation style house Mama and her new husband had purchased before their wedding last year. No matter how much I tried, this place was not home to me, much to my mother’s chagrin.
“Yes, Mama,” I said sweetly hoping to ward off whatever trouble I was in this time.
“Finally,” she huffed looking me over and scowling. “What are you wearing?” she screeched. “We have to be at the club in fifteen minutes.”
I scratched my temple trying to remember why I was being dragged to her country club and came up blank. I looked down at my worn out chucks, torn jeans, and T-shirt wondering if I could get away with refusing to change, then quickly changing my mind. No point in starting a fight over clothes, something else would come up shortly that I would find worth fighting my mama about, it always did.
“Uhm, I forgot.” I hedged. “Let me run up and change.”
“Hurry, and wear that pink sundress I bought for you,” she ordered flicking her fingers at me—guess I was dismissed.
I turned and ran back up the stairs to my room rolling my eyes at the thought of wearing a dress, let alone a pink dress. One more day, I reminded myself, one more day then I could go home. Daddy had promised that he and my brother Ravi would be home tomorrow for my birthday, I just had to get through the rest of the day and dinner at the club. I smiled at the thought of what tomorrow would bring, my sixteenth birthday and with that, my driver’s license. I had one month left of the summer before school started, and I needed that time to get the two licenses I would need so I could race for real. The best part is that I had four weeks with Daddy while he traveled to race his funny crew, so I got to do my test runs with him along the way.
Meet Brei Betzold…
Stay at home mom to one very interesting little boy. I have been writing since 7th grade when my English teacher turned me onto poetry and never stopped. Thank you Mrs. Williams. In high school I had yet another English teacher inspire me to start writing short stories where I found my first true love, turning words into something so simple yet complex that it can move other people to love it or hate it, but in the end to feel emotions about something I created. http://mymiserymuse.blogspot.com/