DUFF LUCK

Happy 2013 my friends!

This is going to be a great year. I can feel it in my eyes, which are so swollen I had to wear sunglasses in the shout out picture below. Since I am starting the year off full of positivity I’ll assume that the random inflamation had been caused by an excess of good luck inside my body. It’s putting pressure on my skin, trying to find a way out so it can start working for me. Same explanation for my expanding belly. More good luck.

Do I have a new title for Phoenix Five yet? Nope. My editor Erin, (whom I ah-dore) is still encouraging (positive term) me to come up with something new. Yes, she saw your suggestions. Yes, she loved them. Just not enough to pick one. But, thanks to the good fortune gathering strength behind my skin, that title is going to ride the tidal wave of luck right out of my brain and into her inbox. Any day now… I swear.

And while we wait for that title-tidal-wave please enjoy another leak peek at an entry from my soon-to-be-named novel due for release Sept. 2013. This is Duffy’s first journal entry. Well, his name is actually Andrew Duffy but everyone calls him Duffy and it works because he’s hot.

9.6.11

Andrew Duffy. Andrew Duffy. Andrew Duffy. Andrew Duffy. Andrew Duffy. Andrew Duffy. Andrew Duffy. Everyone calls me Duffy. Duffy. Duffy. Duffy. Duffyyyyyyyyyyy.

Duffy.

Duffy.

Duffy.

Duffy.

Duffy.

Duffy.

Duffy.

Um. Um. Um. Um. Um. Um. Um. Um. Um. Um. Um. Um. Um. Um. Um. Um.

Um. Um. Um. Um. Um. Um. Um. Um. Um. Um. Um. Um. Um. Um. Um. Um.

Um. Um. Um. Um. Um. Um. Um. Um. Um. Um. Um. Um. Um. Um. Um. Um .

How am I supposed to write 250 pages about feelings in one year? Do we even have 250 feelings?

I’d ask Ms. Silver but she said no questions. Just write. Don’t worry about spelling or grammar or structure. Just write. She said some other stuff about pressure and being a freshman, but I yawned, and when I yawn I go deaf for a second. So I missed that part. Then she gave out these cases with locks so our thoughts stay private. But the logo on my bag is the same as the one on those girly boxes my sisters jam in the trash. Like a half-open flower or something.

Uh, thanks Ms. Silver but I don’t see how carrying a purse full of feelings is gonna help me deal with being a freshman. It might get me killed though.

Some skinny dude by the window is drumming on his journal with a pencil. It’s kinda annoying and kinda bold cuz it’s a major diss to the teacher. She keeps looking up from her laptop but he’s not stopping. I bet he’s gonna be this year’s Class-ick. Last year it was Benji Stryker. He stole Hud’s DS and offered to sell it back to him for double the price. And Hud actually—

Ms. Silver just busted the drummer. He’s wearing this old Rolling Stones concert shirt and she called him Mick. Mostly everyone laughed. I didn’t. It would have been cooler if she called him Charlie Watts, cuz Charlie’s the drummer in the Stones. The guy does have a Mick thing going on though even though the real Mick’s hair is brown and the Class-ick’s is auburn (I know that means reddish-brown because my sister Mandy is always stinking up the bathroom with her hair color kits.) But their cuts are similar. You know, long and choppy. And he’s got that frog face girls would like if he was famous. Anyway, he stopped pencil drumming so that’s good.

I want to look behind me and see what Coops is doing so I will. I will look behind me and see what Coops is doing. One, two, three…

I just saw Coops’ scalp. Either he has lice or dandruff because there were these white specks in his hair. His head is down like he’s taking a test. What is he writing about? Our other buddy Hudson is in a different class. Which is fine, I guess. We’ll all be on the basketball team together. I can’t wait for tryouts. Playing varsity is going to be so cool.

Now what? Now what?

Now what?

Now what?

NOW WHAT?

Those What I did Over Summer Vacation essays were cool because I got to write the same thing every year.

  1. Listen to my older sisters fight.
  2. Basketball camp.
  3. Shoot hoops with Coops and Hud after camp so I don’t have to listen to my older sisters fight.
  4. Go on a boys only fly fishing trip with my dad so we don’t have to listen to my older sisters fight.

My essay was in paragraph form of course. But I decided to do it this way because numbering takes up more space.

Duffy. Duffy has the ball. Duffy is on fire. Duffy is unstoppable. Duffy shoots the winning basket!

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Some girl in a yellow dress saw me making those o’s. Then she smiled. She has red lipstick on her tooth. I turned away really fast like I had some big feeling that needed to be written down. And now I’m just writing and writing to look busy. I hope someone tells her about her tooth. It looks like blood but I know it’s not, because my Bubbie Libby gets that all the time.

Bubbie is what Jewish people call their grandmothers. We’re not Jewish. But Bubbie Libby is. She converted when my grandfather died because she thinks Jewish men are good listeners, and she wants to die knowing what it feels like to have a real conversation. So she lives with us and waits for the Chosen One. Whatever that’s about.

Maybe I’ll email Amelia tonight. She got a scholarship to an all girls college in New York. She’s into poetry and women’s rights and talking about girl things that me and my dad do NOT want to hear about. She’s smart with journals and has tons of them locked in a safe. Like anyone would ever want to read this stuff.

The bell.

Later.


FYI: Check out Duffy’s Pintrest board if you want a visual. (Mom, see the pink P button up there in the top right corner? Click on that.)He’s the blond guy on the boards. The brunette is there to show off his style. KEEP IN MIND: The clothes in Duffy’s  boards don’t seem to go with his character NOW but they will as the story progresses. Once you read the book you’ll understand why. He starts off as a hoodie, sneakers, tee shirt kind of babe. Totally crush-able.
Have a positive, fabulous, ideal 2013!!
Photo on 1-2-13 at 3.18 PM #2
You too Arianna. No more negativity.
TTYW
Lisi
xoxox
P.S. See that shot of BeeBee at the bottom? She’s in her Monster High blanket.

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