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MY NANOWRIMO NOVEL

It's called Song Warriors, and it's derived from a piece of writing I wanted to put on here and got bored of.  Here's the first chapter:

At 3:15, Jessy dug her earbuds out of her backpack and plugged them into her phone.  She opened up her music application and found her favorite song, "Ride."  She pressed the play button and pulled out her math homework.  She quickly completed each math problem, compelled to finish by the song playing on repeat in her ears.  

When she finished, she looked at the clock.  It was still 3:15.  That's weird, she thought.  I started, like, twenty minutes ago.  She shrugged, and got up.  There was no one else in the library to see it anyway.  She decided it was time to walk home.

Astor was in his room, reading and listening to music when he noticed he was sitting on his desk.  I was sitting on my bed a minute ago, he thought.  He got up, and sat down on his bed again, his music still playing.  He continued to read, though he kept wondering why he had suddenly appeared at his desk.

I can't read like this, I'm too distracted, Astor thought.  He shoved his bookmark into his book and closed it.  He didn't turn off the music in his room, though.  He felt - no, he knew! - that him changing places in the room had something to do with the song that was playing on repeat, "Paris."  He stood up and walked across his room to his closet.  He faced his bed, and imagined himself on top of it.  Suddenly, he appeared on his bed!

What was that?  He asked.  Am I teleporting?  He got up and turned the music off.  He tried it again.  This time it didn't work.  Now he definitely knew it had something to do with the music.

Grace was playing soccer with her earbuds in when she kicked a ball all the way across the field, which was something she normally couldn't do.  The song she was listening to was "Circle."  She didn't wonder about it at first, but it was when she did it again that she started to worry.  

I can't normally do that!  This isn't normal!  She thought to herself.  Then she tried to reason with it by saying, Maybe I'm just getting stronger.  I've made a goal from half-field before.

At the end of practice, Coach Carl called her over.  "How cool was that!"  He said to her.  "Now you can make a goal from all the way across the field!"

"Now, Coach, my aim isn't THAT good," Grace said.  What she was really thinking was, What if it doesn't work at a game?  When she saw the disappointed look on her coach's face, she said, "But don't worry.  I'm sure it will get better!" 

Carter was walking down the street when his best friend, Alyson, called him over.  "Carter!" She called, "Where have you been?  You haven't been at school!"

"I got suspended," Carter muttered angrily.  "I don't even know why, it seems like Mrs. Jackson just doesn't like me!  I didn't even do anything!"  He didn't want to lie to Alyson, but it wouldn't be the right thing to do, seeing as Alyson probably wouldn't believe him if he said he switched schools.

"That's not nice." Alyson replied, jogging over to him.  "Let's go to the skate park.  I can't imagine you don't have your skateboard."

"Actually . . ." Carter said quietly.

"What now?" Alyson muttered.

"I can't." Carter glanced away from his friend, expecting the outburst to come.

"Why not?  You have another person you'd rather hang out with?" Alyson glared at him suspiciously.  Carter frowned.  He didn't want to tell Alyson that he had gotten grounded.  She'd ask him why for sure.

"Because . . ." Carter  said slowly, trying to think of an excuse.  "I forgot my skateboard at home," he finally decided.

"Well, can't you just go home and come back?  I can even come with you!"  Alyson argued.

Carter sighed in acceptance.  "Alright." He had lost this fight with Alyson for now, but he was sure his friendship would continue. 

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I clearly have no idea what I'm doing...