First Page Made Of Awesome Contest

Shelley Walters over at Is It Hot In Here, Or Is It This Book? is hosting a fabulous first page contest of awesomeness.

The quick gist of it? Post the first 250 words of your manuscript for a chance to win a 10-page critique! For all in-depth details of what you need to do, please check out Shelly's website, but believe me, it's easy-peasy!

And the guest agent? Judith Engracia of Liza Dawson and Associates. Judith is currently building her client list and looking for all types of fiction, especially middle grade, young adult, urban fantasy, steampunk, and paranormal romance.
Now I will say, I tend to shy away from posting my actual writing on my site, but the contest sounded too good to pass up. So without further ado, here's my 250-word submit. I'd love to hear all comments, but just remember, I know where you live. :)
Genre: Young Adult Paranormal
Complete at 104,000-words


I wasn’t supposed to die at sixteen.

But then again, I didn’t really believe I was. Dead that is.

“Excuse me? Are you totally off your rocker and I’m sorry…who are you?” I scoffed at the potentially gorgeous guy that for some reason was standing in my room. I say potentially gorgeous, as right now I wasn’t impressed with him or what he was saying. “And would you like to clarify exactly what you mean by ‘I’m dead’?”

I wasn’t trying to be rude or anything, but come on. What normal person waltzes into someone else’s room, wakes them up from an incredible dream about almost naked male movie stars, and announces to them they’re dead? I mean, who does that?

Unless of course, I wasn’t actually awake…which I had to admit, was entirely possible.

As I blinked and scanned my surroundings, I realized something more strange than the fact this guy was telling me I was dead.

We weren’t in my room.

Oh, my head was beginning to hurt and as I rubbed at my temples, it was then I felt the scratchy plastic bracelet that circled my wrist.


That pale yellow color was so not in season right now; I mean after all, it was mid-August and nowhere near spring time. So why was I wearing a bracelet that wasn’t remotely chic or in fashion, let alone made of plastic? Um, ew.
So there she is! If you're so inclined to wanna read a short synopsis of this MS, please check out my Projects page, for more deets. Otherwise, critique away - and don't forget to check out Shelley's site for all the other a-mazing submissions. Man, there are some really talented writers out there! If you all could just tone it back a bit, me and my writing, would greatly appreciate it! :)