#4 – Your main character has been living a very sheltered, very dangerous life. After the death of their overbearing father, they’re thrust into the real world – only to realize just how different their life really is from those around them.
Here's what I wrote...from this, you can see that "A Patch Of Blue" is one of my favorite movies...see it if you haven't.
Though the hospital wasn’t exactly quiet, compared to the
bustle of a burger joint during lunch rush, it seemed like it. It smelled
better, though, with a welcoming hint of onions. Nora moved forward on her
crutches, and felt nervous as she watched two teenaged boys play-fighting in
line in front of her.(At least, she hoped it was play-fighting, because she’d
be in a bad position if it wasn’t) She felt like everyone in the restaurant was
watching her, not because she was paranoid, but because she’d been holed up
with her family for days, since she got the call about Dad. They weren’t
understanding all the time, far from it, but they had known what she looked
like since birth. She dreaded it when strangers looked at her like it was sad
when she was out on her own, but her sister said she made it up. Kate was
perfect, though, they didn’t have the same problems.
As her time came up in line,
Nora wished she could have faced another hospital-cafeteria pudding cup.
Everyone’s order, once it’s laid out, is bigger than she expected…three orders
of fries, large, but just the fries, as if everyone agreed a full greasy meal
would be unseemly, Kate’s apple pie…she can’t remember who wanted the fish
sandwich, her own chicken tenders…and there was something else she couldn’t
remember. The pause stretches out and her cheeks flush…people
behind her start getting restless, when it mercifully jumped in her mind. “Um,
can I get a vanilla shake?” She sounded so awkward, like she was ordering porn,
or gunpowder.
“You sure about that?” the guy behind the counter said. He
had dark skin and eyes and even she could tell he was just teasing. He had a
little bit of accent, too. She smiled,
feeling lighter for a moment not being the crippled lady whose dad was probably
dying, and sat while he put some vanilla stuff into a cup.”yeah, great…”
“Fucking finally…is the telethon over yet? Because some of
us have jobs to get back to…” A harsh male voice behind her blurted out.
Meanwhile, she looked at the big unwieldy bag, and her two
hands filled with crutches…even without the shake in there, resting in its
holder, she wasn’t sure what she’d been thinking. Just that her dad liked it
when she handled things by herself…tears swam in her eyes.
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