Blue Violet: Excerpt #1 – The Beginning

I have posted an excerpt of my soon-to-be released book, Blue Violet, on Facebook. I took a poll today to see if people wanted to get a peek at either the beginning of the book, girl meets boy, or supernatural powers on display.  The vote was unanimous for the beginning of the book.

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The first day in a new school was always the worst. Standing in the administrative office, as she had so many times before, Ellinore Aubrey shifted from foot to foot while she waited with growing boredom for one of the school counselors to give her the usual “new student” spiel. But Ellie would tolerate it. Just one last time she would tolerate it for what she had to do.

So far, her experience at this school was pretty much par for the course as compared to her other schools. Same generic brick buildings, very institutional looking, and obviously not updated in thirty years. Same kids hanging out in random patches around the school waiting for the starting bell to ring. Same secretary wearing a heavily decorated sweater, this one winter themed in keeping with the season. It was mid-January and Ellie was starting at a new school. Again.

Ellie glanced out the window. A least the locale was a little different than her previous residences. Estes Park was nestled in a valley in Colorado, just outside the entrance to Rocky Mountain National Park. In the distance was the beaver-shaped notches of Long’s Peak. At this time of year, Estes Park appeared to be a typical sleepy little mountain town, blanketed in white snow. Although Ellie had the impression that, come summer, it would fill with tourists, all of whom were out to enjoy the many entertainments the beautiful surroundings could offer.

“Ellinore?” a voice asked from the doorway behind her.

“Ellie,” she corrected the counselor automatically, as she turned and offered a polite smile. Her full name was very old fashioned and hadn’t been popular in decades, if not centuries. Ellie gave a mental sigh as the counselor, Miss Langston, introduced herself. She was the usual counselor-type who wanted to connect with the kids and thought that she was hip to the latest fashions and fads, but probably mentally used words like “hip.”

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