Just over 980 words written this lunchtime. Two scenes, leaving me close to the end of Chapter 3. Zack and Zoe don't yet know that Rob's missing.
Extract:
Zack left his bedroom window open a couple of centimetres, and didn't latch it. If Rob did get away, he could climb up that way without disturbing Zoe. He'd done it before, and he'd done the same thing to get into Zack's old room, before Dad went away. It wasn't ideal, him wandering round town completely on his own at night, but he knew how to look after himself, and there was a lot less trouble here than somewhere like Leeds or Sheffield.
Curling up on the far side of the bed from the window, Zack pulled the duvet around himself and thought about all the escapades they had planned for the summer. If they stuck to the back roads, they could get all the way to Carlisle on the bike in a day, and if they left early enough they could have a good mooch around and get back before anyone noticed they'd gone. They could even try going South: see if they could get somewhere like Northampton without being stopped. Rob was as keen as he was to find out if the ghost towns really did look like the pictures in their textbooks.
Zack thought about messaging Rob with this new idea, but it could wait till morning. He'd have plenty of time for messages during European History, and Rob might be less thoroughly grounded by then.
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on 2009-11-21 02:10 pm (UTC)Just over 980 words written this lunchtime. Two scenes, leaving me close to the end of Chapter 3. Zack and Zoe don't yet know that Rob's missing.
Extract:
Zack left his bedroom window open a couple of centimetres, and didn't latch it. If Rob did get away, he could climb up that way without disturbing Zoe. He'd done it before, and he'd done the same thing to get into Zack's old room, before Dad went away. It wasn't ideal, him wandering round town completely on his own at night, but he knew how to look after himself, and there was a lot less trouble here than somewhere like Leeds or Sheffield.
Curling up on the far side of the bed from the window, Zack pulled the duvet around himself and thought about all the escapades they had planned for the summer. If they stuck to the back roads, they could get all the way to Carlisle on the bike in a day, and if they left early enough they could have a good mooch around and get back before anyone noticed they'd gone. They could even try going South: see if they could get somewhere like Northampton without being stopped. Rob was as keen as he was to find out if the ghost towns really did look like the pictures in their textbooks.
Zack thought about messaging Rob with this new idea, but it could wait till morning. He'd have plenty of time for messages during European History, and Rob might be less thoroughly grounded by then.