A hook?
This is the first post of this kind for this blog. Each day I hope to post some sort of writing that could be anything. Such as Dialogue, Scenes or what have you.
Whenever I start these, I never know what I am really going to write. I start off with a sentence and just keep on going. This is sort of like IT, some kids chilling in some old times, having some disagreements. Some Dialogue and the hook for the story, which is James disappearing the next day after saying he wasn’t going to come back.
Things didn’t seem to gel well when they went down to the market. It was a cold November day and it had been raining for days on end. Each time the sun seemed to break through the clouds, a swirl of black and grey would close it off till more water fell from the sky. Three friends that would always hang together sat in front of the old school market in the middle of town. James, Tyler and Blake. Friends from the beginning of their time and inseparable from each other. They captained their bikes everywhere they went and flowed from fighting imaginary zombies to playing basketball at the school.
But today, there was a gloom of despair following them around. James was on Tyler case for what have you and Blake seemed to shy away from both them. Now they had ended up at the market to get something to drink to calm their fires.
James leaned back on the bench taking a sip of his Cola “Grey day, huh?”
Tyler, who was sitting on the ground, looked up “I guess, never changes anymore…you say that every day.” he said
“Yeah, well that’s what it is” James spat back
Tyler clicked his tongue and said “Doesn’t mean you have to comment about it, we have eyes”
The arguing had started again. Each day it got worse and worse. James stood up from the bench, voice raising higher. Tyler then rose to his feet to counter.
“Please” Blake yelled breaking them up “What is going on? Your guys are fighting all the time” Tyler and James back off clearly still riled up.
James grabbed his bike and heaved himself on “I’m going home” he said. Blake started to protest “I’m not coming back either” Tyler and Blake watched as James pedaled off up the road. His denim Jacket whipping behind him and black cargo pants pumping up and down. It was the last image that they both remembered, because the next day. James had gone missing.