The First 300 Words

Chapter One:   



Sketch’s mouth curled into a wicked smile as more of her bright red hair pile up at her feet. Tomorrow would be her thirteenth birthday and she was going to prove once and for all she was not her mother’s precious fairy princess. Sketch hated everything to do with fairy tales, while her mother seemed to be living in one. The doctors said the medicine would help, but they lied.

Mary, Sketch’s best friend, paused with the scissors in her hand. “She’s going to kill you, you know.”

“She can’t.” Sketch shrugged. “I’m a teenager, now.” She ran her hand over the short, prickly patch on the left side of her scalp.

Mary raised a blonde, skeptical eyebrow. “Not until tomorrow. And that only works when you turn eighteen.”

“Whatever.” Sketch flipped her red curls out of the way. “Keep going. Make it like my drawing.” A sketch pad on Mary’s bed lay open to the drawing Sketch had made of her radical new hairstyle, shaved on one side and long waves hiding her face on the other. Sketch never went anywhere without her sketch pad and colored pencils, which is how she’d gotten her nickname. She secretly liked that “sketch” was also slang for “odd” or “a little dangerous.”

Mary frowned as she picked up her dad’s electric razor and clicked it on with a menacing buzz. “It’s your mother’s birthday tomorrow, too. This is the present you’re giving her? A bald princess?”

Don’t call me a princess.” Sketch pointed a threatening finger.

Mary grinned and ignored the warning, attacking the stubble in rows like a lawnmower. “She loves you, you know.”

“Yeah, right. Nothing says ‘I love you’ like naming your only daughter Gormlaith.” Sketch made a face like she’d stepped in warm cat puke with bare feet.