Title: THAT'S JUST FABULOUS
Genre: YA Contemporary
Word Count: 70,000
My main character would prefer to live in:
Nell Summers doesn’t have time to lie around in the sun when there are newspaper articles to write and college applications breathing down her neck. But if a snow storm forced her to hole up with Patrick Campbell for a few days, she would be okay with that.
Dear Contest Queens and Awesome Agents:
Seventeen-year-old Nell Summers only needs one thing to get the hell out of Oak Run, Virginia: A story that will land her first place in the High School Journalism Competition and the scholarship that goes with it. A scholarship means a chance to start over in New York, where no one will care if she has two moms. To win the competition, Nell has her sights set on a hot story about Prince Albert, the local punk band, and its lead singer—a boy with incredible talent and a dark past.
But Patrick Campbell has no interest in helping a preppy brat achieve her dreams. He thinks she has no idea what it’s like being different. She thinks he’s just as closed-minded as the rest of the town, Mohawk or no Mohawk. With annoying groupies and an absentee grandmother trying to make amends, Nell’s dreams are farther away than ever. Who knew getting the inside scoop on a simple story could be so hard?
And then there’s Patrick. The more she uncovers, the harder it is to keep hating him. Nell knows they are all wrong for each other, and this story can only end with a broken heart. But sometimes the hardest walls to knock down are the ones we build ourselves.
First 250 Words:
One: Groupies. It’s a universally acknowledged truth that a boy being followed by hordes of screaming girls must be a gigantic ass. It’s not like he’s saying no. Do you really want to go where ten thousand girls have gone before?
Two: He’s an idiot. Why bother with things like grades when you’re going to be a rock star? Because of course a high school band from Oak Run, Virginia, is going to be the next big thing. Sure, they’re getting a lot of local gigs right now, but if their following ever extends past the Mississippi, I’ll be shocked.
Three: He’s an asshole. If my ex-boyfriend Rob is any indication, the lead singer is the type of guy who won’t play a supporting—or supportive—role in anything. He doesn’t play back up in the band, and he’s certainly not going to play back up to his girlfriend.
All good things to remember if you happen to find yourself at Rock-N-Bowl on a Saturday night.
Patrick Campbell dominates the mic to the thumping sounds of Prince Albert behind him. Punk music isn’t usually my thing, but I’m not here just to listen. Although they aren’t that bad, actually. The beat is pretty solid. I can appreciate the Irish influence, which makes the lyrics more thoughtful than raging. I also appreciate Patrick’s butt in those gray pinstriped pants.
Groupies, I remind myself. Hordes of screaming groupies.