A sex tape. A pregnancy scare. Two cheating scandals. And that’s just this week’s update. If all you knew of Bayview High was Simon Kelleher’s gossip app, you’d wonder how anyone found time to go to class.
“Old news, Bronwyn,” says a voice over my shoulder. “Wait till you see tomorrow’s post.”
Damn. I hate getting caught reading About That, especially by its creator. I lower my phone and slam my locker shut. “Whose lives are you ruining next, Simon?”
First Chapter First Paragraph Tuesday Intros ~ Food Fright
Joe Shoe was bored. It was quite possibly the longest school day of his entire life. His teacher, Mrs Sprattly, was going for the world record in how-many-dull-subjects-can-you-talk-about-without-taking-a-breath. It was looking like she had a good chance of beating the previous record holder (also Mrs Sprattly) by some way.
First Chapter First Paragraph Tuesday Intros ~ Boyband of the Apocalypse
The world was about to end.
Four demonic figures slipped silently through the crowd. I blinked and three were gone, lost in the darkness, but I could still see one heading my way. Then I realised that the trap was already set — the others had split off to surround me. There was nowhere to run. I was like a wounded gazelle, cut off from the herd. Except the creatures stalking me were not lions or cheetahs. They were not of this world. They were teenage girls.
First Chapter First Paragraph Tuesday Intros ~ No Good Deed
I was sitting in my family’s Honda Odyssey, heading toward my destiny, but the GPS kept rerouting. Maybe I should’ve taken it as a sign. Was a higher power trying to tell me something? That I should turn back? That my fate was not, in fact, to be found in the Catskills of Upstate New York? Even if a higher power wasn’t trying to dissuade me from going to summer camp, the higher power in this minivan definitely was.
First Chapter First Paragraph Tuesday Intros ~ All American Girl
She says she didn’t mean to. She says she found them in my room, and they were so good she couldn’t help showing them to Mom.
Of course it never occurred to Lucy that she shouldn’t have been in my room in the first place. When I accused her of completely violating my constitutionally protected right to personal privacy, she just looked at me like, Huh? even though she is fully taking US Government this semester.
Her excuse is that she was looking for her eyelash curler.
First Chapter First Paragraph Tuesday Intros ~ One True Thing
Most sixteen-year-olds get woken up by their parents because they’re late for school, or the dog needs walking, or there’s a maths test in first period. My mum drags me out of bed with reminders that she has to fight for international peace or solve world hunger.
First Chapter First Paragraph Tuesday Intros ~ Have a Little Faith
Monday 5th September
That’s it. I am never going to school again.
I was woken up this morning by Dad doing some brutal curtain opening and entirely unnecessary breathing and existing. He said, ‘Wake up, sweetheart. First day back at school!’
Urgh. He only calls me ‘sweetheart when he wants me to do some hideous job like laying the table or kissing Granny. Then he started his New Term Lecture.
First Chapter First Paragraph Tuesday Intros ~The Boy on the Bridge
The bucks have all been passed and the arguments thrashed out until they don’t even bleed any more. Finally, after a hundred false starts, the Rosalind Franklin begins her northward journey — from Beacon on the south coast of England all the way to the wilds of the Scottish Highlands. There aren’t many who think she’ll make it that far, but they wave her off with bands and garlands all the same. They cheer the bare possibility.
First Chapter First Paragraph Tuesday Intros ~ Chasing Danger
“Don’t leave me here!” I shouted and waved wildly at the seaplane as it floated away with a roar and spray of salty water.
I was standing on a twelve-by-twelve floating dock in the middle of the Indian Ocean. I had survived twenty hours trapped on planes — forty-five minutes of that on a seaplane — and then me and my bags had been abandoned here. My brain and mouth felt fuzzy from recycled air and plastic plane food.
First Chapter First Paragraph Tuesday Intros ~ One Man Guy
Alek stared at the menu suspiciously. He smelled marinara sauce and a trap.
“Welcome to Trattoria dell’Arte. My name is Lizzy. Can I start you off with something to drink?” The waitress was young, maybe a college student already home for the summer, with a kind, round face framed by bangs that curled up at the bottom. Alek pitied her. She had no idea what she was in for.