Practicing writing engaging openings. Would you keep reading this? I’m still a kid and learning don’t bully me if it’s bad 💔
Questions I have
Did this hook you?
Did you get any questions?
Did anything feel forced or placed there randomly?
“Whatever happens tonight, don’t believe anything Noah tells you.”
I smile sarcastically.
“What’d he do now? Teleport from work and ruin your birthday party? I think you’ve had too much to eat.”
I let out an awkward laugh. A weak attempt to lighten the panicked look on her face.
She doesn’t laugh. My grin falters.
What is she talking about? Noah? As in my older brother Noah? Is this a joke? I furrow my brows in confusion. But before I can ask, one of her other friends interrupts us with a warm smile and a gift in her hand, pulling her away and not even paying mind to the obvious tension between me and her.
I click my tongue, rolling my eyes in frustration. The hell does this girl want from her now, of all times? I grab her shoulder, aggressively spinning her around to look at me.
“Hey! I was talking to her.”
She looks at me with a bewildered look on her face as I grab my best friend by the hand, pulling her away to a quieter place.
“What’s going on? What did Noah do?”
Hesitation flashes in her eyes. I stand there for a few uncomfortable seconds. She stays silent. Is it that hard to just say it? Finally, she mutters something out.
“I found out something about him. Something he didn’t want us to know.”
She turns around and walks away, leaving me to sit in my own thoughts. What did Noah do? Did he hurt her? Is there something he’s been doing behind my back?
I snap back into reality and call after her.
“Seriously? Come back, I’m worried about you!” But she continues walking. I sigh, plopping into a nearby chair and spacing out.
After a couple minutes of mindless thinking, I continue watching her from a distance. Several minutes pass, and she still has that worried look on her face. She constantly checks the gate, as if she’s waiting for someone to come. Seriously, what could be bothering her so badly? She’s at a party with people drowning her in gifts and kind regards, and she’s worried about Noah. The thought makes me huff out a laugh. As I’m drinking some juice, trying to examine the emotions displayed on her face, someone taps my shoulder. I turn around, somehow expecting it to be my best friend.
“Noah?!”
He slaps a frantic hand onto my mouth.
“Shhh.”
His face is even more panicked than my best friend’s, sweat pooling on his forehead. All of this is really starting to irritate me.
“Aren’t you supposed to be at work? What are you doing here?” I groan.
“We need to leave. Right now. And don’t tell her we’re going.”