Monday, August 13, 2012

6 1st 5 Pages August Workshop - Wise Rev 1


Julie K. Wise
YA Contemporary
Inside the Circle


“I’m out in a couple of weeks. That’s what the doc said this morning,” Allison says offhandedly, like she doesn’t care if she stays or if she’s released. It’s freezing in here, like always. I shake off a shiver and lean back into the short, vinyl couch. Outside the window, the shadows on Camelback Mountain deepen as the sun starts to set. Nice view, I think. When I was in-patient here at the Center, my room faced the other way.

“A couple of weeks, that’s good, Allison. That’s nothing,” I say, watching her play with her platinum watch. She twists it around her wrist.

“It’s all bullshit anyway,” she says, rolling her eyes. “I just went too far one night, you know? I’m not an addict.” Sure about that? I want to ask her. Instead, I keep my face still.

I imagine her in daily group, doing those “complete the sentence” games that the doctors use to get a patient to discover her inner fuck-up.

Finish this sentence, Allison: I might be an addict if…

Well, Doctor, I might be an addict if… I took a bunch of painkillers and drank half a bottle of whiskey and ended up in rehab. But that was just supposed to be a little jump-start before I started to party. Before lines of coke off the compact in my purse. And did I mention the fix that I keep in my car?

Oh, yes, ladies and gentlemen, we have a winner. Or actually, an addict. Takes one to know one.

“Well, you know, as long as you’re here, you might as well listen to what they have to say,” I shrug, trying to sound casual. She looks out of the window too, and her eyes go distant.

“Yeah, I know.” She’s quiet for a minute, and then, she smiles and laughs. “I’m clean. I miss the parties, but I’m not going back into the shit. Think about the shoes I can buy with the money I was shooting,” she jokes darkly. Allison is lucky that the pills got her before the other shit did. Recreational mainlining doesn’t stay recreational for very long.

I stay quiet. I love her like a sister, and it hurts to see how deluded she is, but judgments are against the rules in The Circle.

Allison has never known limits, not even when we were little. In Kindergarten, she would spin until she was dizzy enough to throw up, just to see what it felt like. Allison loves more. Of whatever.

“Well, you look good,” I tell her, truthfully. Her skin is clear without makeup and but pale from months without sun, trapped in this ugly world of fluorescent hospital lights. I look down at her fresh, pink pedicure. “Who’s coming in to do your toes? Josie from Gossip?” Allison nods.

Josie did her toes every two weeks even before Allison’s infamous overdose at Jimmy’s holiday party a few months ago. A few girls found her blue in one of the bedrooms, and instead of calling 911, those ignorant bitches threw her in a tub so she wouldn’t throw up on the Persian rug. Luckily, Aaron found her in there. He broke about a hundred traffic laws to get her to the hospital, and Jillian and I followed in my car. I cried rare tears on Jillian’s shoulder while the nurses pumped Allison’s stomach. I don’t let myself feel much usually. I’m safer that way, away from highs and lows. I keep things right in the middle.

Look what the extremes got Allison. She’s lucky to be alive.

“So, what are you doing this weekend?” she asks me, wistfully.

“Going out with Sean to Sakura tonight,” I answer honestly. Her face looks pained. Rehab is hell, and when it isn’t hell, it’s boring, for sure.

“Sushi. That sounds awesome. Maybe I’ll order in,” she says. Banner is the five-star of rehab. Patients can get whatever they want, well, except for the things that they really want.

“Yeah, dinner is probably going to be really dull. We’re meeting…friends,” I say, and Allison searches my face.

“Friends of Sean’s?” she asks, and I nod a small nod. She snorts. “Wow, I don’t know how you stand it, Kate, being that close.”

“That’s just how it is. The world doesn’t change just because I did,” I say. I hear the ice in my voice, and I feel my face fix itself into my default. Cold, closed. Allison sees the change, and she lifts an eyebrow just as her doctor walks in. He greets her cheerfully, and as he turns to look at her meds chart, she gives him the finger and mouths fuck you. I thaw instantly and laugh.

“See you next Friday, Allison,” I say, shaking my head.

“Thanks for coming, Kate,” she says, genuinely. I give her a little hug and walk out into the hall.

I speed out of the parking lot with the convertible top down and play my music as loud as I can stand it. It’s Friday rush hour on Scottsdale Road, and I weave in and out of traffic as the sun lowers behind Camelback Mountain, casting the final shadow of the day over the palm-lined street. The wind and the speed and the music help me shake off Allison’s depressing hospital scene.

What happened to Allison is scary, but it happens. People lose control and go too far. They fall into the darkness. After she got out of intensive care, her folks admitted her to Banner Behavioral Center, and people were here all of the time. The same people who saw her getting high at parties all semester sobbed around about what a waste and drugs are bad and that’s why I won’t touch hard stuff as they passed their joints on to the next people. As long as everyone is having a good time, no one just says no.
Her story was on the news. No one expects rich kids to overdose. That’s for back alleys and people with dirt on their faces, not the hundred-dollar manicure crowd. We had a ridiculous assembly at school about #takingcareofeachother and #innerbeauty and #justsayno and #blahblahblah. Then, the hype died down, and now, I’m the only person who still visits Allison. I miss her, and plus, I remember how lonely Banner can be. Even her parents only visit her a couple times a week. Out of sight, out of mind, I guess.

I drive fast up the mountain and fly up our long, steep driveway into the four-car garage, and after a long shower, I dress carefully. What to wear, to meet Sean’s middle-aged friends? I choose a short, black, ABS dress and tall espadrilles, and I finish my hair and makeup. My folks are outside on the patio where they hang out most nights when they are in town, which isn’t very often. Dad smokes a cigar and drinks the first of many scotches, and Mom holds a glass of wine tightly by the stem. “What are you doing tonight?” Dad asks, an afterthought.

“I’m going out with Sean. Japanese.” Sean and I have been dating for a few months. My parents like him. He’s polite, and he gets me home by curfew. They don’t know that Sean is a drug dealer.

My parents love to enforce rules like curfew when they’re around. It makes them feel better about the fact that they have no idea what I’m doing when they are gone, which is most of the time. Dad builds hotels all over the place, and these days, Mom goes with him.

“That sounds like fun,” my mother murmurs without looking at me, and I wonder if she even heard what I said. She looks out at the view. Clouds tinged with pink build in the southern sky, glowing over the lights of the city. I play with my phone, texting Jillian, but she doesn’t text back. We ate lunch together, but I didn’t see her after that. She knows that I go to the hospital on Fridays, so we didn’t hang out after school. I wonder what she’s doing tonight.

Jillian never comes to the hospital. She practically grew up in rehab places like Banner. Her mom, Marilyn, is a party girl turned into junkie. Marilyn was in and out of treatment the whole time that we were in grade school. She brought some serious scumbags into their house when Jillian was a kid. Jilly saw more dope before she was ten than most people see in their lifetimes, not to mention the screaming and puking and crying and all the other fun stuff that goes along with hardcore addiction. When Marilyn finally got clean and married some super-rich guy she met at Narcotics Anonymous, Jilly moved into the house that he built for them. Super-rich guy is long gone now, and Marilyn is way too into herself to even notice Jillian except to throw cash at her so she’ll go away.

6 comments:

  1. Hi Allison,
    Did your entry get cut-off? I like the additional information about the mc being a former patient in the facility, and I like this first line better. I might be in the minority, but I felt like the last draft of the first paragraph flowed better than this one, but that would probably be easily fixed by some tweaking. I'll check back later to see if more of your pages are posted.

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  2. Howdy,
    This isn't my full entry. Just an FYI...
    :)

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  3. Not sure if I'll have time to check in later this week, so I'll just comment on this beginning. The addition about the view -- that the mc didn't have -- is very effective, making her much more a part of the scene rather than an observer. Great fix!

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  4. 'like always' bugs me immediately.

    The attitude jumps from the page and slaps me. I like this.

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  5. I just double checked, Julie, and the first section was all that you sent in your second email that asked me to use the newer version of the revision. I went back to the original revision and copied the rest from there, so I hope that's all right.

    I agree with everyone. This is a much stronger beginning. You might ditch the "I think" in the first graph, because it's clear we're deeply in your MC's head.

    Consider cutting your dialogue with Allison a bit shorter and making sure that you aren't repeating concepts or hinting about the same concepts. I'd love more about the upcoming date and her own reactions to things versus the internalizations about Alison's situation as she is heading back. Reading this through this time around, I felt like we got Allison's situation very clearly, and I'd love for you to make more room for how your MC feels and what is going on in her own life. I would like a better sense that it's nto going to be a book just about drugs being bad, but a book about some aspect of the scene or situation that we haven't encountered before. What is different about your book? Your MC? We know she's rich and that her parents leave her fairly unsupervised, we know about her friends and her posh lifestyle. All of that is great. But what else? Can you dig a little deeper and bring something forward to show me why, apart from the great writing, I should pick up THIS book instead of some of the other similar material that's already out there?

    Just to be clear, I would read this for the writing alone. But I'd love more.

    Best,

    Martina

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  6. Julie,
    I just realized that I addressed you in my last post as your character's name. I'm so sorry...I have no idea why I did that.

    Anyway, I love this revision. Great work!

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