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My short entry is from my YA fantasy The Mist Chasers.
Here’s a description of the story:
Eve and her best friend Adam are the sole witnesses to a mysterious mist that obliterates a Walmart. Walmart is the first of many disappearances. While Eve and Adam are trying to find the source of the mist, Eve finds out Adam has a thing for her. The problem is, she has a thing for Brad.
This excerpt is from the day after the first McDonalds disappears in Eve’s town:
“Two all beef patties
A bunch of kids from choir stood up during lunch, with their hands over their hearts for an impromptu tribute song for the demise of McDonalds. I sat at a table by myself because Adam was nowhere to be seen. He’d refused to acknowledge my existence in class, even though I tried to make eye contact. I attempted to catch him in the hallway after science, but he’d disappeared in the crowd. In my attempt to just be friends, did I lose a friend?
Another student sat down across from me and looked at the chorusing students and said, “Don’t they know that Burger King is just down the road from where McDonalds used to be? It’s not like they’ll never eat another fast food burger again.”
When I realized who was talking to me, my heart stopped for a few seconds. He smiled his trademark smile, like he was in a tooth-whitening commercial, and I smiled back. It was Brad, one of the hottest guys in my grade, who had smiled at me in Math class. Years ago, Adam teased me for liking a football player. “You don’t even like football,” he reminded me. “You’d be bored.”
Adam had a point. Besides, everyone knew football players only hung out with other football players and cheerleaders - it was like some unwritten rule. For all I knew, maybe it was written somewhere. There were some exceptions, but not many and none seemed to last very long. What would happen when we graduated high school? Would we be allowed to associate with just anyone?
I grasped at something witty to say to Brad. “Burger King doesn’t have those tasty little onions on their burgers.” Passable.
“But Burger King flame-broils! It tastes much better,” he made a mock-wise face. So cute.
Blonde hair, always perfectly messed up - blue eyes that you could see a room away - muscular, but not too bulky. Was it obvious I was gawking? Normally I soaked in his beauty when I thought nobody was looking.
I came up with, “But they both microwave them anyway.”
He laughed. I forced a small chuckle.
Brad leaned over the table, giving me goose bumps. He whispered, “Notice how different everyone is being about McDonalds compared with Walmart?”
I leaned closer. “Yes. Why do you think that is?”
“Walmart is our parents’ store. This feels more personal.”
“Then why are they treating it like a joke?” I asked.
“My psychology teacher said people are getting used to it. The shock has worn off. We were expecting this to happen.”
“That’s true,” I admitted.
“There’s only one thing to do,” he said, with a cocked eyebrow.
“I’m taking you to Burger King.”
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