falling4fiction are hosting a bloghop. On Mon. we posted out first sentences and today we post the last sentence to our chapters. Hence the hookers and hangers title :) You can post as many as you'd like, but only three hookers and hangers will be judged. Hope that makes sense. Each of the five ladies will pick their favorite 2 entries for a total of ten winners, then they will give their picks a ten page critique. Yay! My hookers are first and in blue, immediately following, are my hangers.
Okay lets bring out my hangers :)
Genre: YA narrative memoir
Title: PERFECTLY BROKEN
Chapter one- I know at any moment he'll kill me.
First one to find my rapist gets to pull the trigger.
Chapter two- I've been sitting in this closet sized room for two hours giving my statement, but it's more like I'm being interrogated.
Somewhere between my sobs and prayers, I find the comfort of sleep.
Chapter three- It's been less than a day since I was kidnapped and raped, and yet I'm expected to function like a normal human being.
I know they will never catch the bastard and I have no-one to blame but myself.
Chapter four- It's like this has all been some kind of crazy nightmare.
I am truly alone.
Chapter five- I sit up in bed to the sound of mom calling, "Amber it's time to go to school."
Thank you, God.
Chapter six- When that monster was captured, I went through an entire day of bliss, unafraid.
have depleted my body, but my mind won’t tire. It allows me no peace. (these sentences belong together or it doesn't exactly make sense)
Chapter seven- Today I meet my attorney.
kind of evil could do such a thing, repeatedly?
Chapter eight- I'm in Mrs. B.B.'s class, trying to stay awake.
demanded his respect the day I refused to be groped, and with his humility, in
time, he earned mine. (I feel the need to explain, this is a kid at school who got a little grabby, and not my rapist)
Chapter nine- My lawyer turned out to be pretty awesome at her job.
a few games of kickball, the sky grows dark and it’s time to settle in for the
Chapter ten- It has been three days since Jason asked me to read the book of JOB, but I've been putting it off, trying to find anything to do except read the bible.
I will love and respect you.
Chapter eleven- This morning there's a bounce in my step.
Finally I'm at peace.
Chapter twelve- I've survived the school year.
I toss all night with anticipation for the trip to Spain tomorrow.
Chapter thirteen- I hug Sam first, then mom.
you, Ambar, Oh thank you, thank you, so much! I lub it.” (This is a Spanish friend speaking- hence the accent :)
Chapter fourteen- The smell of Spain is engulfing.
is perbect, and jew meet him tonight.” (Same as above- Spanish accent)
Chapter fifteen- Irene's dad pulls to a stop and turns to face us.
completely forget about the weapons in my purse because I want Pedro close, touching me.
Chapter sixteen- I sleep longer and harder than I have in a long time.
Oh Lord, what
have I done?
Chapter seventeen- This
morning I rise much easier than the days before.
link my arm into hers and we walk off to search for more mischief.
Chapter eighteen- It takes me forever to pick out what to wear.
more than I could have ever hoped for.
Chapter nineteen- Irene tells me we're going shopping today.
certain many people go their entire lives and never get to have this.
Chapter twenty- I am officially ruined.
And every night it gets harder and harder to let
go of him.
Chapter twenty-one- It's my last twenty-four hours in Spain and all I want to do is cry.
I board the plane with a hole in my chest where my heart is supposed to be.
Chapter twenty-two- Home is not where my heart is.
Who knew my mom was so wickedly awesome?
Chapter twenty-three- Let's face it, everyone falls victim to something at some point in their lives, but so few of us ever fight back.
He stole my youth. Now I’m going to take his future.
Chapter twenty-four- My hands are trembling.
have an urge to give her a Spanish double kiss, but she wouldn’t understand, so
I leave it at a hug.
Chapter twenty-five- "It's time," Mrs. Hammond says, calling me to give my testimony.
In all my wildest hopes and dreams, I have never dared to wish for this. Sixty-six years in prison seems like a punishment handed down straight from God. I lower my head. Thank you, Lord. Thank you for giving me justice. (wanted to share all of this as well- since this is a true story:)
Chapter twenty-six- Eleven years later-
I’m lying in bed just as naked as a jay bird. There isn’t much I own that still fits me. These days I am the size of a house. About the only thing I’m comfortable in is my birthday suit, and it’s fitting, since today is my birthday. I am officially twenty-seven. I also happen to be a whopping thirty-five weeks pregnant.
I always wanted to tell my story, and now I can, because I have my happy ending.
Okay, well there's the line-up of my ms. And basically you have a complete outline :) I figured I'd go ahead and put them all out there :)