Road Trip Wednesday: My Real YA Writings

Okay, if the goal of YA Highway’s Road Trip Wednesday is to shamefully embarrass ourselves with our youthful writing, I am so in. Here are two snippets of two of my eighth grade efforts, which I believe can fall into the YA category. Double the pleasure. It was so hard not to edit this for the thousand obvious errors, but half the fun of this Road Trip is seeing how far we’ve traveled. Welcome to 1990, and forgive me for punishing you with my 14-year-old musings!

“Hallow’s Eve”

I sit at the kitchen table, staring out the window. I watch the big orange globe that is the sun sink slowly from its place in the sky. There is a sheen of gold over everything, as if the sun wants to touch all objects one last time with its warmth before it disappears. Slowly, the shadows start to creep over the land like fingers snatching away the light. Abruptly it is pitch black. The full moon is ht eonly source of light.

I finally shake myself from my hypnotic state with the realization that it is Hallow’s Eve, the night the spirits roam the earth and come back to visit their loved ones and haunt their enemies.

I think about the ghosts that will haunt their enemies, and I wonder if Megan will decide to visit me again. Megan was my little sister, and she hated me. It’s been four years since her death, and she still hates me enough to haunt me every year. I can’t say I blame her, though. After all, it was my fault she died in the first place. I was the one who was diriving the car when it went off the highway. Megan, the innocent passenger, died whiled I rolled out of the car before it went over. I came out of the accident unharmed. I know Megan wants revenge. She haunts my house in hopes of driving me insane.

Suddenly, through the stillness in the houase, I hear the laugh of a little girl. I know it is Megan, and I have a feeling that she just might drive me mad this year. Wanting to escape her, I run from the house. I get into my car and rive towards the highway. The more distance I travel the better I feel.

Then out of nowhere, a puppy runs out onto the highway. To avoid running it over, I swerve the car and almost in slow motion, I feel the car drive off the highway and down towards the canyon far below. In midair, there is a stillness, a pause of all activity,  except for the haunting laugh of a little girl. I realize Megan has had her revenge and because there is little else for me to do, I squeeze my eyes shut and wait for the final impact.

Now, if that spooky bit of brilliance didn’t make your blood run cold, this next one definitely won’t. This baby was an exercise in English class. As I recall, the teacher challenged us to write a quick paragraph playing with alliteration, and I conquered the letter D like I’d been spoonfed Sesame Street.

“Donna and Dan”

Disagreeable Donna was a dairymaid who lived in Denmark. Her demeanor was disgusting and deliberately dreadful. She had no dignity, diplomacy, or discipline. She was disgraceful, dull, and downright dumb. Then one day she met Darling Dan. Darling dan was a dreamy Duke. Darling Dan was dashing, daring and a Don Juan. Darling Dan dared to demand a date with Disagreeable Donna. They danced, dined, and drank until dawn. Disagreeable Donna had such a devine day that her dreadful disposition deteriorated. Disagreeable donna became Delightful Donna. Darling Dan and Delightful Donna were destined to date forever. Delightful Donna the dairymaid and Darling Dan the Duke died together in Denmark.

ETA: I agree with Amanda. This post may mysteriously disappear in the next couple of days.