Title: SOUTHERN FORTUNE
Genre: YA mystery with paranormal and romantic elements
“I am such a freak!”
I smashed the pink polka dot pillow against my face hoping to smother the vision burned into my brain like a cow branding. Seriously, flinging your body into a snow cone stand right in the middle of your first kiss was bad enough, but having it filmed by half the school on their color coordinated cellphones was guaranteed instant YouTube fame.
“Stop bein’ so dramatic Rawnie” my best friend Jenny tried to reason.
Easy for her to say, I still hadn’t shared what caused the whole horrible kissing debacle. Just thinking about it sent fear racing through my body faster than a chorus of hallelujahs during Sunday service.
I could hear Jenny’s fingers quickly typing away on her laptop as she googled my name. After about five seconds the computer was off and she was frantically organizing my closet. I was convinced she was the product of some weird science experiment involving Martha Stewart and Mark Zuckerberg.
“Sa-ee-ya? The internet world is still Rawnie-free. Yer just over blowin’ this whole thang”
Jenny’s ability to take the simplest words and draw them out into three syllables was a misunderstood superpower. She would have been a perfect member of the GRITS (Girls Raised in the South). Well, that is if she wasn’t Lutheran and her dad wasn’t born and raised in New Jersey. Wanna know the only thing worse than a half-Yankee Lutheran in the small Southern Baptist town of Fortune Hills, NC? Being Catholic AND a Gypsy (or basically ME).