I posted an earlier version of this, but there were a few issues, like it starting with the weather, and not entirely setting the scene. So, I changed the scene.
I'm struggling with first, keep changing the blinking thing to third and then finding it changing back, so I think it will eventually end up in first, once I get a bit more confidence. Anyway, mainly what I'm wondering about is a. if this is hooky and b. if there is any voice and c. does it make any sense? I'm getting obsessed about voices. Many thanks, if anyone has the time.
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The cake is massive. It has to be: thirty of us live in Mount Pleasant, and a load of others who left over the last year or so have come in for my party. Really, they’ve come in for the free food.
Matron sets the cake down and bangs the table with a spoon. “Right! One – two – three – Happy birthday …”
Everyone joins in. I look at the cake. It’s the same as every 18th birthday cake at the orphanage: a big square with candles round the outside, and my name iced in pink for a girl. They stop singing and I lean forward, ready to blow out the candles.
“Make a wish!” Dex’s voice cuts through the cheers. He mouths good luck and gives the thumbs up.
I lean over and close my eyes. The candles are hot against my cheeks. Let her have sent them. I blow out the candles and there’s a round of applause. Matron hands me the white envelope I’ve been waiting for, the one that’s been held in SpaceCon’s archives since I was born. I tear it open and pull out my datastick. It’s plain white with just my name typed on it: Leda Farrell. Tomorrow, if I want to, I can go SpaceCon’s headquarters and ask them to upload anything they have for me. I’m not looking forward to it. I don’t trust SpaceCon, but I have to go. They own my mother’s memories, and I want them back.
I'm struggling with first, keep changing the blinking thing to third and then finding it changing back, so I think it will eventually end up in first, once I get a bit more confidence. Anyway, mainly what I'm wondering about is a. if this is hooky and b. if there is any voice and c. does it make any sense? I'm getting obsessed about voices. Many thanks, if anyone has the time.
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The cake is massive. It has to be: thirty of us live in Mount Pleasant, and a load of others who left over the last year or so have come in for my party. Really, they’ve come in for the free food.
Matron sets the cake down and bangs the table with a spoon. “Right! One – two – three – Happy birthday …”
Everyone joins in. I look at the cake. It’s the same as every 18th birthday cake at the orphanage: a big square with candles round the outside, and my name iced in pink for a girl. They stop singing and I lean forward, ready to blow out the candles.
“Make a wish!” Dex’s voice cuts through the cheers. He mouths good luck and gives the thumbs up.
I lean over and close my eyes. The candles are hot against my cheeks. Let her have sent them. I blow out the candles and there’s a round of applause. Matron hands me the white envelope I’ve been waiting for, the one that’s been held in SpaceCon’s archives since I was born. I tear it open and pull out my datastick. It’s plain white with just my name typed on it: Leda Farrell. Tomorrow, if I want to, I can go SpaceCon’s headquarters and ask them to upload anything they have for me. I’m not looking forward to it. I don’t trust SpaceCon, but I have to go. They own my mother’s memories, and I want them back.