My big brother, Nolan, used to say everyone has a superpower. Not a skill you learned, but something you were born with. And it’s not always cool. Some people get perfect pitch or good intuition, while others get something useless like being able to go a long time without blinking. But if you don’t judge, everyone has at least one thing they’re really good at.
First Chapter First Paragraph Tuesday Intros ~ Stranger Than Fanfiction
It wasn’t WizCon unless someone was trampled. At least that was how the employees of the Santa Clara Convention Center saw it. The success of the annual event was never measured by the number of attendees (sold-out crowds were always a given) but by the number of injuries the enthusiastic crowd inflicted on one another.
Thankfully, the WizCon incidents were never malicious; the patrons simply buzzed with so much excitement they became a danger to themselves and others around them. So, the more reported accidents, the more the event planners were confident they had done their job.
And as the early comers outside pressed their bodies against the glass doors, rabid with anticipation, the convention staff knew WizCon 2017 was about to break new records.
First Chapter First Paragraph Tuesday Intros ~ Seven Days of You
At the beginning of the summer, I tried to get on top of the whole moving-continents thing by reminding myself I still had time. Days and hours and seconds all piled on top of one another, stretching out in front of me as expansive as a galaxy. And the stuff I couldn’t deal with -packing my room and saying good-bye to my friends and leaving Tokyo- all that hovered at some indistinct point in the indistinct future.
First Chapter First Paragraph Tuesday Intros ~ Rebels Like Us
Sartre said hell is other people, but he obviously never experienced a winter heat wave in the Georgia Lowcountry. Six weeks ago, my best friend and I were drinking cocoa laced with swiped rum, huddled under covers on the couch, oohing over the fat, lacy snowflakes that drifted into frozen piles on the sidewalks. Today, I’m trying to resist fainting from the broiler-like temperatures. In winter.
First Chapter First Paragraph Tuesday Intros ~ The Education of Margot Sanchez
A cashierista with flaming orange-red hair invades my space the minute I step inside the supermarket. I search for Papi but he’s walked ahead into his office already.
“Look who’s here!” the cashierista announces while eating some sort of pastry. “La Princesa has arrived.”
I wince as she calls me by my childhood nickname and not my real name, Margot.
First Chapter First Paragraph Tuesday Intros ~ Our Own Private Universe
The stars above me danced in the cool, black Mexico sky. So I started dancing, too.
My body buzzed with the lingering vibrations from all those hours of flying. the music poured through my headphones and straight into my soul. I twirled, soared, my head tipped back as I watched the stars.
First Chapter First Paragraph Tuesday Intros ~ Lost in the Jungle
This is it, thought Will. It’s now or never. He leaned over the fence to scratch the pig’s head, and then he reached for the saddle.
Oops! He’d almost forgotten the bait. “Wait here,” he said to the pig. “I’ll be right back.”
First Chapter First Paragraph Tuesday Intros ~ The Real Prom Queens of Westfield High
We are closing in on the last day of junior year, and I’m physically in trigonometry, but mentally sunning myself on our deck. Mr. Mortimer would be happy to know at least my daydreaming is somewhat mathematical.
Let x equal my SPF number. If the sun is positioned overhead at an 80° angle, and the temperature is 78 degrees Fahrenheit, what is the ideal value of x to achieve maximum tanning without risking melanoma as I bask in my tankini?
First Chapter First Paragraph Tuesday Intros ~ Wing Jones
My first memory is of my brother. Seeing his head bobbing along in front of me as I chased him down our street, calling after him to wait for me. And he’d turn around and grin, his baby teeth smooth as pearls.
“Come on, Wing!” he’d say to me, his little sister.
I would have followed him anywhere.
First Chapter First Paragraph Tuesday Intros ~ Tell Me Three Things
Seven hundred and thirty-three days after my mom died, forty-five days after my dad eloped with a stranger he met on the Internet, thirty days after we then up and moved to California, and only seven days after starting as a junior at a brand-new school where I know approximately no one, an email arrives. Which would be weird, an anonymous letter just popping up like that in my inbox, signed with the bizarre alias Somebody Nobody, no less, except my life has become so unrecognisable lately that nothing feels shocking anymore.