TITLE OF MANUSCRIPT: Summer of Hope
GENRE: YA Contemporary
WORD COUNT: 52,000
A horrific accident. A loss of faith in God. A breakdown in family. A vow to never love again. A boy that changes her life. A summer of hope.
Sixteen year old Callie is furious that her parents expect her to just pick up and go to their family vacation home for the summer. This will be the first year without her twin brother Jamie being there too. He wasn't just her brother, he was her best friend. She's mad at God, she's sick of her parents, she just wants to escape from it all. Instead, she ends up making friends with "The Perfects." They're the kind of girls Callie always wanted to be like and wasn't...perfect hair, perfect clothes, perfect boyfriends. Her plan to self-destruct seems to be going along just...well, perfectly...until she meets the new neighbor. She finds herself drawn to Ethan, until she finds out that he has a secret he'd been hiding from her. He was tired of being the "sick kid" back home, andwanted a summer to escape the label. But his confession to Callie kick-starts a series of events that affect both of them, forever.
Summer of Hope is a YA contemporary fiction novel that would appeal to readers who enjoy reading Jessi Kirby or Sarah Dessen. I have my B.S. in English Education from Penn State University, and am pursuing my M.S. in Mental Health Counseling. I was a contracted "Featured Storyteller" on Storyofmylife.com, and served as the co-editor of The Circle Magazine, a regional arts and literary publication.
First 150 Words:
"No!" Sobbing, Callie sat up and punched the pale yellow wallpaper next to her bed. She was afraid to go to sleep; she couldn't remember the last time she had slept without the dream recurring. It played over and over again in her head.
Jamie, laughing with his friends, reaching over to elbow Matt over something Callie couldn't hear from where she was standing.
It was a gorgeous spring day. The classic kind that makes everyone want to just forget about any responsibilities they might have indoors, and enjoy the sunshine and breeze and just being alive. It was also the kind of day that makes sixteen-year-old kids try to be impressive and drive like they're in the Indy 500.
They said Jamie never even knew what hit him. He had barely stepped down from the curb when a convertible roared around the turn, ignoring the stop sign, and ran directly into him.