As for this blog, I'm be posting my entry.
Name: Cynthia Elomaa
Title: Standing Ground
Genre: YA Comtemporary
Entry word count: No more than 750
Manuscript word count: 66,406
Link number: 20
This is from my finished manuscript, a young adult novel, Standing Ground.
“You’re doing it again.” Kyle smiled. Reagan could tell he was trying to hold his laugh in.
Reagan grabbed her hand and slapped Kyle on his hand.
“Stop that.” She was getting mad and frustrated at him and herself for letting him get to her.
“I didn’t do anything.” Kyle gave amused laugh.
“Yes you did.” She hated it when he pretended to be all innocent when he wasn't. Reagan hit him on the arm.
“What did I do?” Kyle laughed again as he dropped his sandwich and raise his hands to fend off Reagan’s weak attempt of an attack. He was laughing at her and his smile lit up his whole face. I can’t believe how much he is enjoying teasing me, Reagan screamed in her head. Kyle lay on his back trying to ward her off. She punched him in the arms and chest as hard as she could, but he just laughed and she hit him harder and harder.
“Ouch.” Kyle finally said when Reagan hit him hard enough for him to feel something.
“Okay, okay,” Kyle grabbed her wrists. “I give up.”
Reagan's hair fell in front of her face and rested on Kyle’s chest. He was breathing heavy trying to catch his breath. Her face was inches from his and she stared into his warm brown eyes feeling her heart skip a beat. She tried to catch her breath but she couldn't fill her lungs. She felt frozen in place, she couldn't look away from those dark pools. She tried to get up, but he wouldn’t let her. He kept her pined down to him, staring back at her.
“If I let go of your wrists are you going to hit me again?” Kyle finally asked between breaths.
Reagan mouth quivered. “No.” Reagan whispered. It was all she could manage to say.
Kyle still held her firmly to his chest though. Her face still was only inches from his. He continued to stare into her eyes. He was so stupid some times. He has no idea. Finally he let her go.
Reagan pulled herself up easily and punched Kyle in the chest as hard as she could. She gasped as Kyle pushed her down on the blanket straddling her. He was on top of her. His smiling face was inches from hers again. Her hands were pinned against his chest because of the weight of him. His arms above her head holding himself up.
“I said don’t hit me.” Kyle said in a serious tone, but his lips and his eyes were smiling at her.
“You deserved it.” Reagan smiled back sheepishly.
“You didn’t answer the question.” Kyle said, his eyes roaming over her face.
Reagan tried to think. How could she think when he was leaning over her like that? “What was the question?” Reagan tried to remember.
“What did I do to make you blush?” Kyle asked husky. His eyes still roaming over her face.
It was none of his business. She didn’t really want him to know. “That.” Reagan took a deep breath giving in. She felt like a weakling giving in so easily, but he was so hard to resist.
“I didn’t do anything.” Kyle insisted, staring down at her.
“Yes you did.” Her heart was racing. Could he hear her heart pounding in her chest?
“What?” Kyle kept staring at her. She couldn't look away from those eyes.
“That.” She tried again. She was breathing too fast.
“What?” Kyle egged her on.
She tried to answer, but couldn’t. Kyle was staring at her. It was a new look, one she couldn’t place. Reagan’s stomach growled and Kyle pulled her up. It took a minute for her senses to return.
“We should eat. Lunch only lasts so long.” Kyle said handing Reagan her sandwich.