Title:
Restoring Casey
Genre:
YA Contemporary
Word
Count: 78,000
Query:
When
seventeen-year old-Casey’s emotionally crippled father hires her crush, the Kyle Chandler, she wonders if he’s finally lost that
loose screw in his head.
This
could be Casey's chance to get Kyle to fall madly in love with her. But it also
means he'll be exposed to the new version of her dad. The one Casey's dying to
get away from as soon as she graduates. Just as Kyle starts to show signs of
reciprocating her feelings, their budding romance gets another wrench thrown in
when her East Indian grandparents show up. Armed with conservative ideas
on dating and marriage (the arranged kind), her grandparents invade every
aspect of her life, from the “scandalous” way she dresses, to her romance with
Kyle. And they don’t stop there.
As
Casey spends more time with her grandparents, she discovers their sudden visit
has everything to do with her estranged relationship with her dad, and a
promise they made her mother before she died. Digging up the past leads Casey
to a possibility she never entertained− that her father isn’t the only one
living in denial. Just as Casey was about to go through with her plan and
runway, she learns there might be a chance to repair the relationship she never
thought to have with her dad. But first she has to face the truth about
herself.
First 250:
Dad was talking to himself again.
The words settled between the boxes in
the garage, and flitted out to the driveway, unwanted and clogging my ears.
“Need new kitchen fan, need new kitchen
fan, need new kitchen fan,” he muttered, his version of making a list as he
emerged from the depths of the garage. No wonder most people in town thought he
was crazy.
“Dad?” The tone of my voice was specific
only to him. Part annoyance, part frustration, with that special brand of Flynn
sighing.
He ignored me, as usual, and stacked two
boxes too many on top of each other, walking past where I sat on the wooden
foot stool. His stench followed closely, and I wrinkled my nose, wondering when
he’d showered last. Probably not since the last time I'd reminded him.
The dead grass crunched beneath
Dad’s flip-flops, because that’s what most people wore when they were moving
into a new dilapidated house. The muscles in his arm flexed beneath the weight
of the load, ready to tip him over. The boxes rose above his face and he
stumbled on a step, but caught himself before wiping out.
He readjusted, grunted, then kicked open
the front door that had been slowly inching closed, as if to gracefully tell us
to stay out, and disappeared into the empty darkness. I rolled my eyes. The man
thought he could take on the world, as long as he could hide from it at the
same time.
I am shooting an arrow your way!
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ReplyDeleteI would like to see the full on this one when time limit is up.
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