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Skin Song: A Love Story [Read and Review for a Hug?]

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Prologue
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He's under my skin, deep under, buried under muscle but just above bone. Breathing deep doesn't rid me of his scent; singing songs doesn't keep his lips away from my ears.

It's a beautiful sort of destruction, isn't it? I can't remember. I can't remember where I'm supposed to be, who I was before he met me. The scribe sits across from me, the library empty and dark and old all around us. She watches my face, my nervous tics, my bloody bitten lips and naked fingertips. She's kind, this old scribe, but she's wrong and misguided. She isn't as wise as she thinks.

"My child," she croons again. "You must recall. You have to tell the story. If you can do this, just this little task for me, perhaps we can get your skin back, yes?" I tear my eyes away from hers, staring now at my tapping feet, but she's seen the answer, it's too late. She knows. She knows what I don't want to know, she knows that I can't give him up to her. It would be so easy for this scribe, this powerful woman, to pry him away from me, to peel him up off of my soul like a layer of dead skin. Her burning blue eyes, her raging lake eyes, tell me so.

So easy to tell her the story. There's no weakness in just the story, in just the beginning, is there?

I can feel him wrapped around my ribs, threaded through my veins, and I'm choking, I'm choking on the smell of him.

So, which is it? My skin or his?

I open my mouth and my story, his story, spills out.
Well, there's the prologue bit of a little story idea I had; please let me know what you think and if I should continue! c:
Part 1

Part 2

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Very interesting, you should post more
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Thanks, magicgirl! *hugs and loves* Figured enough time had passed for a chapter to add, lulz.

1: Seasons and Changes, Names and Grins
"So what kind of a name is Winter?"

I tried, I really did, to do that whole counting to ten to avoid bursting a blood vessel thing. I really, really tried. I even read another sentence of my book before I burst. Turning sharply in my seat, I slammed my book shut and smashed my fingers in the process. The boy who'd asked me the question started, like I'd tried to hit him or something, while I bit a word in half that, in whole, would have gotten me a stern disciplinary reprimand from the study hall monitor. "Okay, first," I hissed, "It's Winn. Like winner. Like the opposite of you." The boy was backing off already but I was on a roll. "And second, no one harasses the Autumns of the world, the Mays and Aprils and Summers and Junes. Oh, no. But throw one Winter into the mix and everyone thinks it's the weirdest thing ever?"

The boy held his hands up defensively. "Geez. I was just wondering."

And the worst part was that I knew it. I knew he didn't mean any harm by it; from the way he was avoiding my eyes and sweating around the neck he was probably trying to pick me up. But I was having none of it.

"Why don't you go wondering your wandering wonderments elsewhere." Okay, it wasn't my best 'beat it' line but it worked. The poor boy headed back to his designated study corner, the study hall monitor watching him with suspicious eyes, like she just knew she shouldn't have told him he could come ask to borrow a pencil from me when that was so obviously not his design after all. Half a sigh and half a snarl boiled behind my tongue but all I did was drop my forehead to my book's cover after wiggling my fingers free. Why was this happening to me? I was never this big a b*tch back home, oh, no. I was sarcastic, sure, and maybe a bit...blunt, but never so mean to random strangers.

I could keep counting it as stress about Mom, but that seemed unfair and childish. I had to pull on some big girl pants and suck it up.

Fortunately for me, the bell rang before I could dig too deep into my shame-filled, nougaty center and I carefully slid my book into my bag before heading off, armed with the already-tattered schedule I'd been given earlier this week. I'd made it through the first four days okay, so of course, now that it was Friday, my inner evil had to spring forth and bite the head off of anyone who looked at me funny. Ridiculous. I pinched the bridge of my nose as I left the library, this small public school's home of the study hall, and headed to Marine Biology, last class of the day.

Last class of the day. Just one more and I could go home and maybe take a nap, maybe jump off a cliff, maybe watch some TV if anything good was on. Standard stuff.

"Hey, saw you gave Tyler a hard time." As I left the library and turned right, someone fell into step beside me. With a glance I took him in, all narrow shoulders, wide lips, and short blonde hair. I raised an eyebrow at him.

"Was that his name?" Obviously this guy was a witness to my horrible display. And he was cute, too. I could feel my ego ripping itself to shreds. "I really shouldn't have been so sharp with him."

"The dude's annoying. In a small school like this, everyone snaps at each other at some point." The guy shrugged and looked ahead, letting me sneak a better look at him without looking like a creep. He had clear blue eyes fringed with dark lashes and a narrow, clean-shaven jaw. He wasn't much taller than me, but somehow he seemed bigger than he was. This boy had a presence and he knew how to use it. He turned back to look at me and I quickly looked forward. Oh, yes, Winn, reigning queen of coolness and casual observance. That's me. "I'm Neil. Pleased to meet you."

"Winn," I introduced myself, taking the hand he offered me to shake. "Winn Southerly."

"Yeah, I know," he answered as we walked through the crowd of other students. Maybe it was because I was new here or because somehow they knew I was a senior, but the other kids at this high school just parted around me. Maybe it was the scowl. I dunno. "You're in Marine Biology with me."

"Oh. Well. That explains why we're headed in the same direction. And here I thought you were just stalking me." I pinched the bridge of my nose again. Stupid sarcastic mouth.

But Neil didn't respond like he thought I was being weird, just smiled a crooked, endearing smile. Good Lord, preserve me from hormones. "I could do that, too, if you wanted," he joked back, and was that a hint of flirting I heard in his voice? "But I don't want to come on too strong."

I smiled at him and he smiled back. Hey, look at me being all teenager-y and stuff. But if I started using text-speak, I had an inner obligation to stab myself with my own pen. We reached the classroom which housed our marine biology class, where there were no assigned seats. I went back to my regular seat, carefully not watching Neil to check if he'd followed me. But he did. The magic of pretending-not-to-care at work again. The bell rang as we took our seats and the teacher leaped right into the lecture, allowing a scant few seconds to whip out my notebook before I completely forgot what she'd just said.

My seat, being the last empty one in the class, was pretty far back, far enough that when the teacher turned to write her notes on the board, I had to squirm around in my seat to see what she was writing. While I was trying to scribble down every word that came out of her mouth, apparently Neil was less concerned with the class.

"So Winn," he whispered, leaning closer to my shoulder and ear as I scribbled, again trying to pretend that I didn't care that a boy was about two inches and an open mouth away from licking my earlobe. "I know you're new here, but there's this party tonight at the beach and I was thinking it'd be a good way for you to get introduced to Greenville."

I tried to focus on my notes but was understandably distracted by this. "Um. When is it? And where?" I tried to pay attention to the teacher at the board, but Neil was making it harder and harder, leaning closer and closer to me. My room to squirm to see the notes was being compromised.

"I can pick you up and drive you there," he muttered lowly. "What's your address?"

I gave him a quick look and despite my inner girly-girl screaming from her cramped, tiny corner of my brain No, no, don't say it, don't say it, for the love of all that is good and holy DON'T SAY IT, I told him, "You're blocking my view of the notes."

"Oh. Sorry." He leaned away again and I could see the notes, as well as the last shreds of my female wiles slinking out the door. "I just thought you'd like it."

I glanced at him again, still furiously scribbling notes, and whispered weakly, "I'd like to come. I just want to take these notes." Dork dork dork. With a side of socially awkward.

But I could see Neil smiling from the corner of my eye that same crooked smile from earlier and he slipped me a small scrap of paper. "How about you just give me your number and I'll call you after school?" he asked.

This time I momentarily abandoned my notes to look at him with a smile on my face. Possibly the first smile for a week or two. But who was counting? "Sure," I replied, quickly scribbling down my number in what I prayed was legible handwriting before I half-reluctantly returned to my notes. Nothing could distract me from the OCD power of getting down everything the teacher said or wrote that I suspected would be on the test, but I admit that Neil's crooked, tilted grin really gave it a run for its money.

"You know, I--" he began, but before he could say anything else the teacher whipped around to face him, brandishing her chalk like a great sword.

"Okay, Mr. Kenner, that's enough out of you. If you're so bored with my class, why don't you go sit in the principal's office and stop wasting my time here. Go on."

Not really looking very abashed, Neil scooped up his backpack and headed for the door, giving me one final smile over his shoulder as he went. I returned to my notes, but there was a grin lingering around the corners of my mouth.

A probable date was the first good news I'd had in weeks. Maybe Winter was my season after all.
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Usually I don't read first person stories, but I thought since this is by you, it has to be good! And I was right :D

It's quite intriguing so far. Your main character has quite a distinctive, strong personality, not too likeable but not a total b*tch either, and Neil seems like an interesting character. And that prologue! Just the right amount of information and non-information to make me completely hooked. I can't wait to read more!

Just one thing--this sentence:
I gave him a quick look and despite my inner girly-girl screaming from her cramped, tiny corner of my brain "No, no, don't say it, don't say it, for the love of all that is good and holy DON'T SAY IT," I told him, "You're blocking my view of the notes."
was a little confusing for me the first time I read it, because the comma at the end of her thoughts made me think she was saying them aloud. But that's probably just because I read too quickly and skip over a few words sometimes.
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I demand my hug nao. >D

Ice is always willing to read for hugs. :3
Nah, just kidding although hugs are naice, I just saw you wanted a review.

But seriously.
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Okay, I really liked the fact that you had an interesting introduction. And the fact that you actually capitalized your title xD. But while it's really interesting, it's slightly confusing too, which is probably how you meant it to come across as.

But I'd like to clarify something- you can interpret this with both a concrete and abstract meaning- the abstract, I get. But something about putting "naked fingertips" leads me to believe that some of her skin has been stripped off as well. Was this your intention? Because if not, I would suggest you find some other way to reword it. But of course, that's my opinion.

First chapter- very nice!
Just some things you need to be careful of and change.
Feathers wrote:The boy held his hands up defensively. "Geez. I was just wondering."

And the worst part was that I knew it. I knew he didn't mean any harm by it; geez, from the way he was avoiding my eyes and sweating around the neck he was probably trying to pick me up. But I was having none of it.


Here, the "geez" in the consecutive sentences makes its effect a lot less...powerful (for lack of a better word) when you use it twice. The feeling of sheepishness/defensiveness is already there and associated with that word, IMO, so you don't need to double it up with a different feeling so that they contradict each other. Kinda. Eh, don't mind me if I'm not making any sense. xD

tl;dr try to use different words or at least put it in a different place?
Feathers wrote:He wasn't much taller than me, but somehow he seemed bigger than he was, like he took up the air around him, too.
Your story flows so well with this sense of sarcastic commentary that Winn has made in the first bit, so this sentence feels slightly out of place. I think the part in the bold is what's throwing me off- perhaps you could add/take away a word or two? Without the break in the paragraph, your story will flow much more smoothly!
Feathers wrote:I went back to my regular seat, carefully not watching for if Neil followed me, and lo, he did.
Last thing that stuck out. Don't worry, Ice won't be mean for much longer. :V
This sentence is worded slightly awkwardly, although I can see what you were thinking of when you wrote this sentence. The first time I read it, the sentence came across to me as, "I went back to my regular seat, carefully not watching, for if Neil followed me..." and it was one of those, "Wait...what?" moments. I think it just needs a little rewording work. Otherwise, it's good to go!

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Overall, I think you developed a very nice character with the short amount of writing you've done here. I think the best part of your writing is your voice, which is not necessarily your own personality! But here, I sort of got the feeling that you had fun writing this, and you've really gotten the character to do what you want, in your style. That's a hard thing to do with writing sometimes, and I'm happy to say that I've seen some of that from you :3
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@Kestrad and @Icethornstar: Hugs and brownies for both of you! You're awesome, and thank you very much for reviewing. c:

@Kestrad: As far as the confusing inner monologue goes, you're incredibly right: I didn't punctuate it the way I normally do thoughts, and it came out confusing. Derp. *edits* Thanks for pointing that out!

@Icethornstar: The introduction is meant to be quite confusing and disjointed; it's actually the plot that it is! Without going into too much detail, I'll just say that it's a strange time to be in Winn's mind, ha ha. And when I say 'naked fingertips,' you're right in that case, too: they ARE bloody and raw, though maybe not ALL the skin is gone from them.

As far as your other comments go, most of them were things that I missed in my editing, so thank you! This is why one always needs to have a good community of writers around oneself, eh? Thanks a lot for your help! c:

@generallyeveryone: I should be able to get the next part up over the weekend; I'm excited about this story and this character and hope you guys like it enough to stick with me! =D
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And on that note, I can't get this story out of my head, so I'm blowing off homework for a bit posting this without editing it first, ha ha.

2: Brits and Calls, Sand and Sea
It was like some sort of magic, the way my phone rang the instant I walked in the front door. I winced. There's no such thing as privacy in a small house, and my aunt and uncle were always hanging around. Sure enough, Aunt Tara poked her head out of the den when I crossed through the living room into the kitchen, but she didn't stop me, just raised an eyebrow and shut the door again. Uncle Chad, sitting at the kitchen table with a huge mug of what could only be coffee, watched my progress with a mischievous grin.

"Hello, lovely niece," he said. "Who's calling you?"

I stuck my tongue out at him because that's my part of the song and dance (and because Aunt Tara said the next time she saw me flip the bird at him she would tape my fingers together) and fished my phone from my pocket.

"Oh, it's a boy, then."

"Run out on the highway and get stuffed," I snarled, barely glancing at my phone before I flipped it open. Uncle Chad put his book down and cupped his chin in his hand in order to better watch me with a suggestive tip of his eyebrows. Giving him a final glare and briefly considering risking my fingers being taped together like a dinosaur, I turned and stomped to the stairs that led down to my basement-turned-personal-space. "Yes?"

"Oh. Hello. Do I...have the right number? This is Neil calling for Winn?"

Panic. Scramble. Brief idea of pulling on a fake accent and claiming to be my own cruel Russian aunt. Finally I stammered, "Oh, hey, Neil." My tone lightened significantly, maybe too much. To my own ears, I sounded like I had been transformed from some version of a female Hulk into a Tinker Bell. I coughed. "Hey. This is Winn."

"Expecting a call from someone you hate?" he laughed, and if it hadn't been for that laugh, I would've panicked again and...I don't know, called him a stupidhead and promptly melted into a puddle of shame and self-loathing.

I instead smiled into the phone as I dropped my bag by my bed and flopped into the armchair that was serving as my bed until Chad and Tara could figure something else out for me. Preferably a bed, but I would settle for a futon... But there was a boy on the phone, so I silenced my inner whiner and wriggled into a slightly more comfortable position. "Not exactly. My British uncle thinks he's funny."

"You have a British uncle?"

"Yeah. He's not half as adorable as he thinks he is. He's only ten years older than me and he's really more like a big brother than anything else. So he teases me all the time." I began to ease into nonchalance again, and if I could just unclench my hands from the arms of the chair, I might even have been able to convince myself I'd imagined snapping at him like that.

"Well, that's cool that he's British, anyway." I rolled my eyes but didn't comment on the idea that he was from Britain made him cool. The fact that he was a laidback, cheerful guy who went around being happy and funny made him cool. But I'd never tell him that because that would just stroke his ego, and Lord knows we didn't need that. "Does he drink tea and stuff?"

I winced and tried to remember how cute he was in person. "Sure. So you clearly have my number and it obviously works. What's up?"

"Right. Straight to business, huh?" The curves and depths he gave to the words, somehow, made my stomach drop out. "I was just wondering if you wouldn't mind sharing your address so you I can come pick up up around...is sevenish okay? I'm terrible with time."

I told him my address and confirmed that yes, sevenish worked fine for me, too, and with a few more brief pleasantries, we hung up at pretty much the same time. I leaned back in my chair, heedless of the danger that it would tip over backward, and smiled at the ceiling for a while. I'd had boyfriends before, Henry and Kyle, but they were back at my old school, and they'd both been fairly adamant after a short while that if there was no tail to be found in a new relationship with me, they didn't want any of it. Still, I wasn't willing to give up on the whole gender, and Neil seemed nice. And like a non-creep. And like he didn't just want into my pants.

The time before sevenish was wasted with homework and glaring at my reflection, trying to decide if I wanted to bother pulling my tatters of femininity around my shoulders and do my hair or something. The mass of dark knots and whirligigs that had been chewing on my brain for most of my life glared back at me, gleeful in its assurance that there was nothing I could do to change it. And whenever I tried to wear eye makeup, my eyes just look pop-out-of-my-head-and-eat-small-children-while-ravaging-Tokyo huge. So I settled for pulling my hair back into a loose ponytail and changing into a nicer shirt pulled on over my swimsuit. One that didn't have a sarcastic slogan on it.

But I kept the comfy jeans and ratty sneakers, because hey, why get anyone's hopes up?

After I changed, I gave myself a good, hard glare in the mirror for good measure. You can handle the beach, Winter, I told myself, using my full name in a weird version of an intimidation tactic. You'll be fine. It's a beach, so what? It won't kill you. You'll be fine. No outbursts. No brain attacks from your childhood. And good Zeus knows no acting weird. You'll be fine. You'll be fine. You'll be fine.

The mantra continued as I left the mirror and went to my book to read for a little longer, but then the time came and Aunt Tara was yelling that it was dinnertime but I could hear the doorbell ringing. "Crap," I muttered and snatched my cell phone, stuffing it back into my pocket as I bounded up the stairs and to the front door just in time to see Uncle Chad answer it. "Hello?"

"Hi, I'm Neil. I'm here to pick up Winn. You're her uncle, right?" I heard Neil say from behind Chad's back; he turned around and leaned on the doorframe, slightly out of the way so that I could see Neil's greeting smile at the same time I could see Chad's raised eyebrows and devilish grin.

Oh, ye gods and wraiths.

"So, Winn, you've a gentleman caller," Chad chuckled, crossing his arms over his chest. "Introduce us, won't you?"

I couldn't do much more than gape like someone about to get hit with a 747 before Neil said to Chad, "Wow, you really are British, aren't you?"

Uncle Chad's left eyebrow twitched. I had approximately three seconds to get Neil out of there before there would be some sort of nuclear explosion. I rushed past Uncle Chad, pushed Neil out of the doorway and down the steps, and said all in one breath over my shoulder, "I'll-be-back-later-I-have-my-phone-call-me-if-you-need-me-see-you-bye!" and yanked the door shut behind me. There began a dull, rhythmic pounding on the door behind as we walked away, a sound that could only be my uncle's forehead meeting the wood over and over again.

Neil laughed and I realized I had left my hands between his shoulder blades when I felt his torso shake. I ripped my hands away and flushed as he asked, "What was all that about? Doesn't he like Yanks?" The second part of that was said in a joking, but still awful, cockney accent.

I bit the inside of my cheek and probably looked like an idiot when I tried to smile as I changed the subject. Oh boy. "So which beach are we going to?" I hadn't gone to the beach yet since Dad and I had moved in last week, but I knew there were various public and private beaches around and had heard a few names being bandied in school.

"There's a girl whose dad owns a house on the beach. We're going there and then having a bonfire on the sand, I think is the plan." We got into his car, a modest newish truck, and backed out of the driveway slowly, turning to head...wherever we were headed. Beachward.

The ride was made of chitchat and getting to know each other better; as long as we avoided the subject of my British uncle, Neil was interesting and friendly and I didn't want to slap him at all. The drive was short, but we exchanged favorite colors (me, purple, him, orange) and foods (seafood and Italian) and other little facts about ourselves, like passing coins back and forth. It was a nice and normal conversation, totally unrelated to my mother and to my emotional state, which I was sick to death of discussing. We took our shoes off in the car in preparation for the sand.

And then we pulled up to the beachhouse and I saw the water beyond the porch, the teenagers already mingling around a fire pit as the sun sank bloodily into the water. My stomach dropped into my feet and I could taste the salty layer that hung over the whole town grow far thicker, richer, deeper.

The sea.

Neil noticed as we got out of the car the way I was fixed on the water and I could feel him come around the car to stand next to me, but I couldn't look away. "Pretty time of day, isn't it?" he asked, and I nodded slowly.

"Understatement," I replied, finally breaking my eyes away to look at Neil. "Let's go join everyone, huh?"

He smiled, said "Sure," but as we walked closer he asked, "So have you ever seen the ocean before?"

I blurted out a laugh and shook my head. "No, yeah, I mean, I used to come here all the time with my, um, parents." Which was true. My earliest memories of childhood involved sunburns and white-hot sand between my toes, the ocean taste lingering long after we'd gone back to Grandpa's house, and my mother teaching me how to swim with my hands cupped into soft fins while Dad watched us from the sand.

Gee, speak of the devil-topic and it shall appear into your brain to drive you crazy. I bit my lip and blinked down at the ground to keep from accidentally leaking anger and fury out my eyes. Anger and fury, not sadness and hurt. As long as we're clear.

Neil didn't say anything as we walked to the party and I was glad about that; I couldn't stand for another person to feel sorry for me. It was bad enough, Uncle Chad's careful teasing and uncharacteristic wariness, Aunt Tara's constant questions and psychoanalysis, and Dad, Dad was just another reason I got pity. I couldn't handle it if anyone else knew what was going on.

But then my feet hit the sand, the rough, shell-filled texture gently scraping at the bottoms of my feet, and I was eight years old again and running ahead of my parents, though Mom was hot on my heels, and I was screaming and laughing and buried so deep in the summers when I was a child that I was suffocating on them. I glanced at Neil and I could feel my lips trembling. "Um, I'm feeling a little sick, I'll be back in a second," I spluttered, my voice breaking more times than I wanted to be real.

"Winn, are you--"

But I turned and walked away, practically jogging in my haste to get to a moment of privacy. Three rocks, taller than me and long, jagged, clumped together at a short distance from the fire pit, half buried in the sand of the shore and half jutting out into the water, creating a sort of shallow pool in their middle with a narrow opening where the ocean seeped in. I fixed on those and strode for them, on a mission, like an army couldn't stop me from getting there. Though I had never been to this beach before, I knew the area well enough to guess that the rocks weren't natural, but I didn't care too much. They were tall enough to give me a little privacy while I strangled my inner child.

I could hear the chatting and talking of the rest of the party as I crawled out onto the rocks, looking down into the shallow water and tucking my hair behind my ears. "Okay," I breathed, on my hands and knees on the rock, the little waves licking my hands and soaking through my jeans. I blinked hard and a few drops fell into the water, but I was glaring at my flickering shape of a reflection now. "Okay. Pull yourself together, Winn. You came to this party with a cute boy and you are not going to think about it. You're fine. You're fine. It's just the ocean." I hated that it had this effect on me, which was why I had avoided it since Dad and I moved out here; maybe that hadn't been the best idea, since it seemed that the sudden exposure had not helped with my tolerance levels. I should have approached it slowly, like approaching a wild animal. I'd have to keep that in mind.

But for now, I dipped my hands in the ocean and pulled up a splash around my face, telling myself that I was rinsing it away, I was rinsing away the ache in my bones and the child who wanted her mother. And with that, I got up, hopped back to the sand, and went back to the party.

And if the ocean murmured to tug bones toward it, well, that didn't matter.

I was fine.
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OHAY, here's this. Is anyone still interested in this? o3o
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This is really kinda late, but I just found this okay? >3< I really like it so far.



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You gonna write more, Feathers? I'd like to find out what happens XD
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