So here’s my query and first 250 for the blog contest…
Little Girl Takes on Big Pharma. That’s what the papers said about Hester Lowell after she took on the drug company that killed her father. But when she tried to get evidence proving that they’d killed him, she ended up almost destroying the guy she loved.
And now she’d got more problems. The Havemeyer drug company is back, this time headed up by the dynamic Rick Shane. Who happens to be the new high school principal. Worse-who happens to have developed a drug to give to a select group of high school students. It’s called INSTINCT, and it gives the taker all kinds of abilities. Enhanced ability to see and hear, to move with the grace of a panther or the agility of a mountain goat, even to hold your breath underwater for hours. Oh, and it’ll make you pretty if you’re homely, slim if you’re heavy, more muscular if you’re weak. It’s no wonder that Hester’s two best friends-outcasts both-can’t wait to take it.
But when they begin, Hester realizes she has more to worry about than a few insignificant side effects. It’s her belief that Havemeyer’s experimenting on kids with something that can kill them. And when she and her friends try and prove it, she’s given a choice-to keep up her quest for revenge, or to try and save her friends from certain death. And neither decision comes without a price.
First 250 words
Little Girl Takes on Big Pharma.
That was me. Not something I was particularly proud of, but there it was. Written in the local paper along with a bunch of other words I learned to hate as the medical malpractice trial went on. Carcinoma, a pretty word for cancer, almost like a name. Carcinoma Jones, would you please stand up? And of course there was abattoir, so much prettier than slaughterhouse, the word used by a more literate news reporter when she’d described the scene at the Havemeyer pharmaceutical company right before it shut down. Rich words, rolling off the tongue, spelled over and over in the notebook I kept hidden from my fifth grade teacher when she went around checking our compositions.
And there was death too. Not nearly as sexy, but a word I knew well.
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I plugged in my cell phone to recharge on the first day of school. I’d allowed it to run down over the entire summer, so there was no guarantee it would work now. Or so Father Dan, alias Father Jerkoff, had told me when I’d dug it out of the duffel bag I’d taken with me to Florida. He’d said it with the gentle smile he used when he was blessing us all at Sunday Service, and it had been all I could do not to tell him to go to hell. Even when he offered to buy me a new phone if the old one didn’t work.