Dear Ms. Shea,
Secrets are what Sophie Winters does best. She never tells--no
matter what. From hiding her drug addiction to keeping her sexuality under
wraps, she’s an expert at deception.
But when her best friend, Mina, is killed in what seems like
a drug deal gone wrong, only Sophie knows the truth: that the drugs were planted
after the tragedy in an attempt to cast some of the blame on her. Before she
can convince the authorities they’re looking for Mina’s killer in the wrong
places, she’s shipped off to rehab by her distraught parents.
Haunted by Mina’s memory and the secrets they shared, Sophie
returns home determined to learn the true circumstances surrounding the murder.
But the closer Sophie gets to discovering the truth, the harder it is to keep
their biggest secret safe. Now, with the killer running free and secrets
surfacing, Sophie must choose: tell the truth, or take it to her grave.
Because of your interest in heartfelt and character-driven
contemporary work with complex relationships, I'd like to submit HOW WE FELL
for your consideration. It is a YA mystery complete at 66,000 words.
Thank you for your time and consideration.
HOW WE FELL
It doesn’t start here.
You’d think it would: two terrified girls, cringing
together, eyes bulging at the reality of the gun in his hand.
But it doesn’t start here.
It starts the first time I almost die.
The first time, I’m fourteen. Trev’s driving us home from
swim practice. We’re singing along to the radio in the back seat, and he’s
laughing at us.
It happens fast: the screech of metal on metal, glass
everywhere. I’m not wearing my seat belt and I pitch forward as Mina’s scream
drowns out the radio.
Then everything’s black.
I don’t remember any more.
The second time, I remember everything. The beam of the
car’s brights, his eyes glinting at us through his mask. How steady his finger
was on that trigger. Mina’s hand was in mine; our nails dug into each other’s
After, I’d trace my fingers over those bloody half-moon
marks and realize they were all I had left of her.
The first time, I wake in a hospital, hooked up to machines,
with Mina standing next to me.
There’s a tube in my neck. I claw at it, frantic, and Mina
grabs my hand away, ordering me to look at her. It takes me a second to meet
her gray eyes, to focus enough to let her words sink in.
“You’re going to be fine,” she promises.
I stop fighting and trust her.
It’s only later that I realize she’s lying.