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.
First Chapter First Paragraph Tuesday Intros ~ Life in a Fishbowl
Jackie Stone loved her dad. She loved him a lot.
She kept a photo of her dad, Jared, taped to the inside of her locker at school. It was a recent selfie of the two of them on a ski lift. Wisps of Jackie’s blond hair poked out from beneath her hat but did nothing to obscure her smile stretching from one side of her face to the other. Whenever the day got rough, which for Jackie was more often than not, she would sneak a peek at that photo. It had become a kind of visual security blanket.
First Chapter First Paragraph Tuesday Intros ~ You Can’t Hide
Dylan ran, his thoughts and memories as blurred as the shadows that kept pace with him. His twin brother’s voice rang out behind him, but it only made him run faster. He ran, choked with fear, desperate to escape everything he’d just been through.
Although, in a way, he hadn’t been through anything.
First Chapter First Paragraph Tuesday Intros ~ The Smell of Other People’s Houses
I can’t stop remembering the way things were back then. How my father hunted for our food. How he’d hang the deer in the garage to cure and how the deer’s legs would splay out when its belly was sliced open, its hooves pointy like a ballerina’s toes. I watched him dozens of times as he cute the meat off the animal’s backside. I can still hear how the knife sounded when metal scraped bone. Backstrap was the best cut, my favorite, and Daddy sliced it off the deer’s spine as beautifully as Mama curled ribbons on presents.
First Chapter First Paragraph Tuesday Intros ~ Gods and Monsters: Snake Eyes
Tanis hunted The Great White Asshole at Floyd’s tavern on the corner of Birch and Promenade. Asshole, also known as Luke Des Moines – like that nice city in Iowa – dressed well: tailored slacks, a button-down shirt. A skinny silver tie and expensive cufflinks with the letters L on his left wrist and DM on his right. His brown hair was slicked back, exposing a pronounced widow’s peak and a pair of overly waxed brows that cast a feminine quality to his slender features.
Tanis would call him handsome if she was into male trade, which she wasn’t, and that simplified things because she was going to kill him. Not directly, of course – what would be the point of that? – but she was going to kidnap him, break his legs, and then drag him back to an underground lair so he could be turned into a snake monster and breed with her mother.
No one ever said Tanis Barlas didn’t live a complicated life.