An excerpt of my NaNoWriMo novel which was lost to the black abysses of Windows/DOS (this particular piece of writing recovered due to the bottomless yet secure pits of the Internet):
So she hadn’t called her mother. Thank the gods for that. She had to begin with that. Reba still screamed for a longer while, but it wasn’t that long before she decided she would give Eleanor a chance to explain herself.
“First, thank you for not calling my mother. I can’t even begin to explain how relieved that makes me. And that is” - she quickly spoke because she felt Reba was about to interrupt her - “because nothing serious happened to me. Look”, she sighed, not sure how to keep going, “I got attacked by a band of thugs last night. I left for a walk without my cell phone and they just showed up.”
“What? That’s it, I’m coming to your place right now” and Eleanor heard her friend running around, grabbing tilting keys and a piece of clothing that briefly made a muffled sound by the cell phone.
“Reba, there’s no need for that. I’m fine, they didn’t hurt me. In fact, I’ve been resting all day and I feel great now, so I’m going to the Healing College to talk to the teachers”.
The tilting keys made a final sound hitting whatever plain platform Reba had put them on.
“So, let me get this straight”, she began, “You decided to go for a walk in the middle of the night and a band of crooks appeared in front of you. They didn’t hurt you, heck, they didn’t do anything at all to you, so you returned home safely, singing and dancing, went to a good night’s sleep, had lots of cute dreams and woke up just before lunch, in the meantime missing all your classes in the morning. Is this correct?”
“Erm… not quite”, replied Eleanor feeling a bit sad. She didn’t like concealing information from her friends or from anyone. It brought too much unnecessary tension to her, as she didn’t like thinking what was that person supposed to know or what did she tell them.
“Yep, I really didn’t need your answer to confirm there is a huge black hole in the middle of your story. That is, if your story is true. You don’t like lying to me, so… oh gods”, she stopped hastily and Eleanor feared for herself, “You fell in love with one of the kidnappers or something? Was he about to rob you but then you looked at him and he looked at you and it was love at first sight and he said “I’m not going to hurt you” and you said “I know you didn’t have it in you” and then he split from his group from good and took your hand and showed you all the gardens and beaches we have here only for you to end by a cliff watching a full moon and sleeping on each others’ arms? IS THIS WHAT THIS IS ABOUT ELEANOR?”
