I don't do this but I'm torn between continuing with my YA paranormal/folktale retelling OR rearranging them to make it as a novel in verse. Hmmm, what do you think? Here is the first part.
It is 2:30 am when I am jolted awake.
I cannot tell whether it was the nightmare or the
turbulence that woke me. I blink rapidly a few times to adjust
to the dimness of the cabin. The low hum of whispers, the
soft snores from the family next to me seemed to settle
the apprehension I felt.
This uneasiness that something wasn’t quite
right with me.
With my family.
The situation I find myself in.
2:30 am. I am only 15 hours of my 19 hour flight,
from the home I’ve ever known to California.
United States of America;
a place where I, with black curls and brown skin
will never be welcomed.
I wonder if they already know what I am?
I drink too much coffee, read too many books, and in between raising miracle babies, I find time to write.