Title: Chemicals Collide
Genre: YA Contemporary
Word Count: 75,000
Sixteen-year-old Sara knows the name of every single cleaning product under the kitchen sink. She knows which to use before school and which to use after to ensure each day runs as efficiently as possible. Which isn’t an easy feat when you’re an only child living with your chronically OCD mother. But all of her self-preservation skills don’t tell her how to deal with Harvey, a boy who seems to pop up at the most inopportune moments.
Harvey is polite, intelligent, and even a little charming but Sara doesn’t have time for the Harvey’s of the world. She’s got her arms full with the dreadfully dull Tristan, who her mother adores, and bad boy Speedway racer Logan, who appeases Sara’s desperate need to rebel. In between being the perfect, immaculate daughter at home, and the exact opposite in town, Sara is starting to think that maybe anxiety runs in the family. With her first love and graduation on the line, Sara needs to get her life together before her shaky relationship with her mother collapses completely.
Chemicals Collide is a 75,000 word, young adult novel that delves into the world of obsessive-compulsive disorder. It tells the tale of a girl learning to stand on her own two feet with the help of those who want to build her up, not tear her down.
The smell of chemicals filled the air and I struggled not to gag as I scoured the bottom of the shower. My wet hair hung on either side of my face, almost dangling in the suds as I leaned forward as far as possible without actually entering the stall. The bathroom was already immaculate but if I left without removing the watermarks, my mother would panic and spend the rest of the afternoon doing a job I could do in five minutes.
My phone buzzed to life on the counter and I wiped my hands on my towel before stretching out to grab it with my fingertips. “Hello?”
“You’re late, Sara.”
I closed my eyes and cursed under my breath. “I’m sorry, Tahina. We were supposed to meet for ice-cream, weren’t we?”
“Fifteen minutes ago. So come on, lay it on me, what’s your excuse?”
“Um…” I glanced around the bathroom. How could I even begin to explain that I was wrapped in a towel, up to my elbows in suds, and not even close to being ready?
“Actually no,” Tahina interrupted, her voice cheerful, even over the phone. “I don’t want to know. You can make it up to me by coming to the Speedway tonight.”
My mouth dropped open. “What? No. Tahina, I hate the Speedway.”
“You’ve never even been to the Speedway,” she reminded me.
“I know, but…” All of that dirt, all of that dust, my mum would have a fit!