3WW. The character has remained at the back of my mind like an itch I can't quite reach. I thought I'd revisit her and try a little experiment.
Without any mapping out, I'm going to try and tell her story using the 3WW words as my guide. I'm going to try and keep each section into bite size pieces, but I make no promises.
Find the first post here.
Now, let's see where this goes.
I first met Liberty when we were in fifth grade. If you were to look at our class picture, I'm the one in the front row, my breasts beginning to ripen and my skin, perfection. Liberty's the one in the back, the forehead and frizzy hair barely visible between two boys' shoulders. If it had been anyone but Liberty hiding like that, Mr. Johnson would have made them go to the front row.
But not Liberty.
Even the teachers seemed to avoid looking at her. Her slow and shambling gait always caused traffic jams in the halls. It was as if no one wanted to risk brushing her while they walked past.
You might think you know where the story is going, want to give me a nudge to get into the juicy tales about how I, the blessed popular, made school a living hell for Liberty. Then you'll want to hear about how she overcame her awkwardness and in the end, wound up with the quarterback.
You'd be wrong.
I have a feeling this is going to go to a dark place. I don't want the pretty pink princess of a narrator to be a pretty pink princess, I do want her to be flawed, but I feel like Liberty is going to be an anti-hero at best. Maybe a tale of obsession, but reversed?
Now I think I'm just rambling, so I'll stop there. Feel free to let me know what you think in the comments. Remember this is without planning, and little/no editing, so be gentle with me.
But please point out glaring errors. :)