Title of Manuscript: GRIPPED
Genre: Young Adult Contemporary (Edgy)
Word Count: 58,000
Taylor Stewart has it all: looks, money, popularity, and a perfect GPA. She's the captain of the cheer squad at her exclusive high school, and her boyfriend is the star of the tennis team, the hottie every girl in school wants. But she hasn’t become the 'it' girl without a little help from her best friends. Her best friends champagne, zinfandel and chardonnay.
Taylor’s an alcoholic.
When she is dumped at the beginning of senior year, the façade crumbles. She drinks more to cope, throwing her into a downward spiral. She shows up at school drunk, nearly throwing up on the Vice Principal. She alienates her friends and the cute new college boy when she throws a punch at a Halloween party dressed as Glinda the good witch. She depends on alcohol to escape the pressure of maintaining her GPA, nailing her AP exams, and writing a personal statement that will get her into UCLA. And she relies on it to numb the bitterness, hurt and resentment she feels toward her mother, who demands perfection, and her father, whom she catches banging a blond bimbo.
One frigid December night, drunk and pissed off after an argument with her arch-frenemy, she gets behind the wheel of a car and slams into a tree less than a mile from home, leaving her near death. When she wakes up, her secret comes out. She’s an addict. The truth is, she can’t survive without alcohol, and she’d rather die than give it up.
GRIPPED is a contemporary (edgy) young adult novel complete at 58,000 words. I spend my days writing technical documents for a large environmental consulting firm. I spend my nights writing young adult fiction. I am a member of SCBWI.
Thank you for your time and consideration.
First 150 Words:
Senior year just started and it's already perfect.
Varsity Cheer. Check.
Hottie boyfriend. Check.
Kicking ass in school. Check.
I spin in a circle, inspecting myself in the mirror.
It took me a half hour to pick out an outfit, but I nailed it. Dark wash Joe's jeans that make my non-existent butt look perky. White sweater than shows my tan. Leopard ballet flats for a touch of flair. I need a little more lip gloss.
I'm searching for my make-up bag when the screen on my phone lights up with an incoming text. Olivia. I dial her number, putting her on speaker.
"Why are you calling me? Only old people actually call anymore." I can hear music blaring in the background.
"Hello to you, too. I'm trying to finish getting ready and I'm running late. Blake'll be here any minute. What's up?" I'm yelling toward the phone while zipping back and forth across my room, looking for my OPI nail polish.