NaNoWriMo Prep - Rising Action

Sheridan Lockwood was a teenager, not some twenty-five-year-old professional. He was a high school student, his life had plenty of potential and many years to make mistakes. He didn’t want to choose now, not that she was wrong.

“You have a gift,” she said. “You should share it with me and others. You could make so much money.”

Sheridan, Sasza to everyone, closed his eyes and said a silent prayer to his ancestors and the saints, helped them to guide him on this journal. “Amen,” ended the appeal. He opened his eyes and turned on the radio. He put on his earphones and smiled: they were still playing disco. He opened the middle drawer, pulled out a pen and a composition book.

“For you,” he spoke as he wrote the first words of his journey.