Below I’ve listed the first few paragraphs of my book, Wings of Hope. It is a fiction story with a YA target audience.
Ava ran as fast as her legs would carry her; the wind whipped her hair all around into a web of tangles. Her lungs ached from the exertion as if someone was sitting on her chest, yet she relentlessly pushed herself forward. She pumped her arms back and forth in a vain attempt to propel herself even faster; a slow burn commenced to spread throughout her limbs. This she could feel. This she could control. Running empowered her with the ability to put everything behind her like a road sign in the rear view mirror. It didn’t matter how fast she ran or even the distance–focusing her concentration on this one minute task kept her grounded…and saved her from oblivion.
She ran until she finally reached the steps of her house, ran in through the back door and shoved it closed with her back. She bent over and braced her hands on her knees trying to get her labored breathing under control. Catching her breath, she slumped down into one of the antique chairs at the kitchen table, the now dull white paint on its surface showing its age with chips and cracks. She looked out the window framed in faded gingham curtains to watch the sun as it slowly made its descent and her mind wandered back to earlier in the morning when she’d first arrived at school.
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