I’m BACK! Thank you Mark at the Genius Bar (Fashion Island) for fixing my laptop yesterday. It was only gone for one day but I swear I had phantom pains. I kept looking at my monitor expecting to see my festive desktop and it was dark. You want to know what the problem was? My question mark key wouldn’t work. I had been too busy to take it in so I had to keep cutting and pasting previous question marks and it was starting to drive me insane. But thanks to Mark I can do this again ????????????????????????!
Random note: I can’t stop eating Cherry Passion Tic Tacs. I want to but I can’t. I’m starting to feel sick from them and I can’t control myself. The good news is these Tic Tacs are making me Tick Talk. So I am going to leak a page from Phoenix Five. Which, by the way, might end up being called something else 🙁 My publisher thinks the title sounds like a Sci-Fi series. What do you guys think?
The following is the forward I wrote for the book.
A FORWARD BY LISI HARRISON
Nickel-colored storm clouds skulked above Noble High like timid freshmen. Summer break was over. Notebooks were blank, sneakers were clean, destinies unknown. The seventh annual back-to-school downpour was all anyone could accurately predict.
Older students, and even some teachers, claimed the rain was really evaporated tears from terrified ninth graders. Because along with obvious “first day” stressors like; outfit regret, humidity hair, lame locker location, crush blushing, classroom confusion, lunch tray collisions, and loser abusers, Noble High students were expected to make like Microsoft and Excel. ‘Achieve or Leave’ was their unofficial motto; the Harvard of High School their unofficial name.
Ranked number one in the country for nearly two decades, the prestigious institution was the reason most families stayed there. Without it, Noble would just be another drive-thru town off the I-95; a weed in the Garden State.
Not that it would ever come to that. Scandals destroyed schools and Noble High didn’t do scandals. Yet in 2012, sometime over Labor Day weekend, that changed. Students returned from vacation to find copies of stolen journals propped up against their lockers. Journals written by five freshmen. Journals no one was ever supposed to see.
Now the clouds over Noble High will rain tears, not just for one day, but for many months to come.
(MY SIGNATURE WILL GO HERE)
If I find myself flush with holiday spirit I might leak an actual entry after Thanksgiving.