Novel Intro
**I think writing a book would be a lot of fun, so I'm going to try and piece together a story on here. For now I will probably jump around a lot, but I will try to keep it as close to chapter-form as possible. Any comments are greatly appreciated.**
Being a sophomore in college is light years different than being a freshman. The giddiness is still there on the first day—tracking down friends from the year before, scoping out attractive members of the opposite sex that you have been deprived of all summer. After the first few days though, life reverts back to normal and you come to the realization that you’ve got at least three more years of school before you are finished.
Freshmen spend months wide-eyed at the change in lifestyle. Drinking and partying with no supervision for months before the interim grades come out. Unfortunately for Matt Cameron, he is a sophomore.
“What’s up, biotch?!” Greg Anderson said as he walked into the dorm room.
Greg was wearing a wife-beater tank-top, shiny Los Angeles Dodgers athletic shorts and white Champion socks. He didn’t exactly have a great body, and looked more like an aging Ron Jeremy. Greg had a wet toothbrush in his hand and a white towel draped over his shoulder as he strolled into the room.
Greg and Matt decided to room together their sophomore year because both of their plans to move off-campus fell through at the end of freshman year. Matt was already regretting the decision, because even though Greg had seemed cool the year before, Matt realized he didn’t know Greg as well as he thought he had.
“Not much, just doing some reading for history class,” Matt said as he looked over the edge of his book from his lofted bed.
Matt was wearing a white under-shirt and checkered pajama pants. He had his contacts out and had pillows propped up so he could read a section of his 800-page history book in bed.
Greg flopped down on his own bed and sighed, “Man, I’m in heaven.” He paused for a few seconds, looked over at Matt and said, “I know you are too after seeing those girls out at the Quad.”
Matt had been playing ultimate Frisbee that afternoon out on Todd field along with a few dozen other guys and girls. Greg had been tossing the football with a few of his friends now in the frat system, staring at scantily clad women walking by or sun-bathing. The women would walk by either completely ignoring Greg, or taking a glance at one of his friends with a better body, to which Greg would respond, ‘Yeah, I’d hit that.’
‘No Greg, you’re never going to hit that,’ is what Matt wanted to say.
“Yeah, they looked pretty good,” Matt said, fainting interest.
“Did you see Rebecca?! God DAMN!” Greg said as he shook a little on his bed.
Rebecca was a slut. Matt knew of at least four guys she had slept with from his floor alone last year. There were about two dozen other all-guy floors on campus, not to mention off campus houses, frat houses, and co-ed floors. All told, she had probably slept with a hundred guys last year alone and aborted a dozen or so fetuses. Matt wondered if she kept count.
“She was wearing a fucking G-string out on Todd field! Daaaamn!” Greg said as he continued to writhe on his bed like a dancing Quagmire from Family Guy.
Matt did his best to politely ignore Greg’s writhing and stories of “hot bitches,” when Greg’s cell phone rang and he went into the hall to talk. Matt didn’t own a cell phone. He thought it was nice of Greg to go out into the hall to talk, but wasn’t sure if Greg went into the hall to talk because he had good intentions, or just because he wanted to be seen talking on his new cell phone.
Matt suddenly realized that last year, the only time Greg and Matt spoke was either in the bathroom, or in the hall on the way to the bathroom. Greg was always in the hallway or the bathroom. Always ready with a ‘What’s up?’ or a quip about the current sports story. Matt glanced up from his book across the room towards Greg’s laptop—sure enough, he had Internet Explorer open to the ESPN homepage.
**Not enough action for a first chapter, maybe I can lead with action, then tie this into the 2nd-4th chapter**
**I think writing a book would be a lot of fun, so I'm going to try and piece together a story on here. For now I will probably jump around a lot, but I will try to keep it as close to chapter-form as possible. Any comments are greatly appreciated.**
Being a sophomore in college is light years different than being a freshman. The giddiness is still there on the first day—tracking down friends from the year before, scoping out attractive members of the opposite sex that you have been deprived of all summer. After the first few days though, life reverts back to normal and you come to the realization that you’ve got at least three more years of school before you are finished.
Freshmen spend months wide-eyed at the change in lifestyle. Drinking and partying with no supervision for months before the interim grades come out. Unfortunately for Matt Cameron, he is a sophomore.
“What’s up, biotch?!” Greg Anderson said as he walked into the dorm room.
Greg was wearing a wife-beater tank-top, shiny Los Angeles Dodgers athletic shorts and white Champion socks. He didn’t exactly have a great body, and looked more like an aging Ron Jeremy. Greg had a wet toothbrush in his hand and a white towel draped over his shoulder as he strolled into the room.
Greg and Matt decided to room together their sophomore year because both of their plans to move off-campus fell through at the end of freshman year. Matt was already regretting the decision, because even though Greg had seemed cool the year before, Matt realized he didn’t know Greg as well as he thought he had.
“Not much, just doing some reading for history class,” Matt said as he looked over the edge of his book from his lofted bed.
Matt was wearing a white under-shirt and checkered pajama pants. He had his contacts out and had pillows propped up so he could read a section of his 800-page history book in bed.
Greg flopped down on his own bed and sighed, “Man, I’m in heaven.” He paused for a few seconds, looked over at Matt and said, “I know you are too after seeing those girls out at the Quad.”
Matt had been playing ultimate Frisbee that afternoon out on Todd field along with a few dozen other guys and girls. Greg had been tossing the football with a few of his friends now in the frat system, staring at scantily clad women walking by or sun-bathing. The women would walk by either completely ignoring Greg, or taking a glance at one of his friends with a better body, to which Greg would respond, ‘Yeah, I’d hit that.’
‘No Greg, you’re never going to hit that,’ is what Matt wanted to say.
“Yeah, they looked pretty good,” Matt said, fainting interest.
“Did you see Rebecca?! God DAMN!” Greg said as he shook a little on his bed.
Rebecca was a slut. Matt knew of at least four guys she had slept with from his floor alone last year. There were about two dozen other all-guy floors on campus, not to mention off campus houses, frat houses, and co-ed floors. All told, she had probably slept with a hundred guys last year alone and aborted a dozen or so fetuses. Matt wondered if she kept count.
“She was wearing a fucking G-string out on Todd field! Daaaamn!” Greg said as he continued to writhe on his bed like a dancing Quagmire from Family Guy.
Matt did his best to politely ignore Greg’s writhing and stories of “hot bitches,” when Greg’s cell phone rang and he went into the hall to talk. Matt didn’t own a cell phone. He thought it was nice of Greg to go out into the hall to talk, but wasn’t sure if Greg went into the hall to talk because he had good intentions, or just because he wanted to be seen talking on his new cell phone.
Matt suddenly realized that last year, the only time Greg and Matt spoke was either in the bathroom, or in the hall on the way to the bathroom. Greg was always in the hallway or the bathroom. Always ready with a ‘What’s up?’ or a quip about the current sports story. Matt glanced up from his book across the room towards Greg’s laptop—sure enough, he had Internet Explorer open to the ESPN homepage.
**Not enough action for a first chapter, maybe I can lead with action, then tie this into the 2nd-4th chapter**
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