Now that RESONANCE is officially settled in on Kindle, Barnes and Noble, and the iBookstore, I’m thinking I’ll celebrate with an ebook giveaway contest. To celebrate the characters’–urm–colorful natures, I would like you to read the deleted scene below, and then tell me in the comment section about something you did as an act of rebellion in your younger days. The three best (decided by me on whatever whim I so choose) will receive an eBook copy of RESONANCE in the file format of their choice: E-Pub (for B&N’s Nook store or iBookstore), or PRC (for Kindle).
It doesn’t have to be a masterful piece of prose, just tell me what you did and I’ll decide if I love it. That simple.
Spider Flashback Deleted Scene:
Resonance had been a reluctant transfer student dropped in a lions’ den of scholastic and social overachievement, forced to play dead just to survive. There was a big kid who sat near the back in her mandatory freshman music class, one of those boys who had no doubt started eighth grade normal-sized, but freakishly grew a foot in every direction over the summer. His broad shoulders were the perfect shelter, forming a jersey-clad wall for her to hide behind, unheard and unseen. Not even her classmates seemed to realize she was more than another empty chair at the back of the class. Except him—the one with the mohawk. He noticed.
It was his pattern to slouch into the room, fling himself into the chair diagonal to hers, and do nothing for the first half an hour. Then, as regular as clockwork, he would turn and look at her, his eyes searching her face as if to be sure she hadn’t died or turned to stone, his constant sneer deepening enough with what he saw to drive her further into the shadows. A few seconds later, he would turn back around, and finish off the class with another ten minutes of apathy.
One February afternoon, however, he did more than that.
Outside the classroom window snow drifted down, covering the grass and cars. Resonance stared hopefully at the defiantly clear blacktop, absently mouthing the words to the week’s song. Knuckles rapped on her desk. She started, and looked up into the rabbity face of Mr. Bilke.
“Since you are so intent on the song today, Miss Murphy,” maybe you should grace us with a solo.”
Her heart dropped to her feet. Her body felt numb, leaden, as every set of eyes in the room—all those gazes she had strived to avoid for so long—fixed on her. “I– I can’t,” she squeaked.
“Why? Because you haven’t paid attention all year?” The class snickered. Fueled by their amusement, Mr. Bilke continued, “Because you hide behind your hair and pretend this class doesn’t exist? That we don’t exist?”
Resonance prayed she would stop existing.
“I’ll do it.” All of those burning gazes and curved mouths turned away at the voice. She retreated behind her wall into the soothing shade.
“Very well, Andrew,” Mr. Bilke said, his tone one of utter astonishment.
“It’s Spider.” The chair ahead and to the right of hers screeched back and the boy with the mohawk curled out of his chair. He looked back, threw her a conspiratorial wink and strode up to the platform. Mr. Bilke moved towards his piano. Spider didn’t wait for the music. He gave the class a cockeyed leer, turned, dropped his shredded jeans and belted out his version of the day’s song, shouting, “It’s-the-age-of-my-hairy-ass,” at the top of his lungs.
Her teacher and classmates froze. Their paralysis was intoxicating. For once, Resonance forgot to hide. She craned her neck for a better look—and laughed.
Fortunately for Spider, Zero Tolerance had not made its way into schools, yet. Two months later, after his in-school suspension was over, he walked back into the classroom. Mr. Bilke seethed at his piano. The students whispered and tittered, re-living the now infamous scene. Resonance leaned forward and looked him in the eyes, her chin lifted almost defiantly. The side of his mouth twitched upwards, and her face split into a grin. He took the chair beside her.
Now it’s your turn. Tell me what you did as a youth to shake up the Establishment. It could win you a novel! I will post the winners next Friday afternoon, so be sure to get your story to me no later than noon (that’s EST for you non-East Coasters out there).