I have creted an English fiction story. It is a love story between 2 teenagers. Of course the boy is a good/bad boy, and the girl is a sweet beautiful model. It is told with action, humor, and of course love.
Now, since I am not a writer, nor I pretend to be a writer, I need someone to go through this and enhance it, increase some dialog, smoothed out and make sure it is easy to understand for anyone reading it.
It is around 80 pages in Microsoft word.
Need someone that is a hopeless romatic, and has a very strong sense of humor, to go ove this and change the parts that need to be changed. Here is the first page of the book. I do favor the first responders.
It was a clear, quiet night as Harry is sitting with his friend Chris in Harry’s Jaguar XKE. It gets dark around 8:30, and this pair of 17 year old, mass of hormones were out for adventure. They are waiting for the light to change at the intersection of Forest and Midway. Forest Lane is quite as Harry starts talking to 2 girls on his left. Harry is a little shy, but there is something that drives him to pick up girls. Where most teenage boys feel insecure in talking to the opposite sex, Harry feels insecure unless he is seeking getting a new girl’s approval. With a shy grin, Harry say hi to the lovely teenager girls. The females are about Harry’s and Chris’s age, but it would not matter. Anything their age and older was fair game. Chris can hold his own with the girls, but usually chooses to listen, as Chris loves to read and understand the world.
The quietness in interrupted as a 1969 Pontiac GTO Judge pulls up. The rumble is too much of a draw for Harry. The GTO, revs just slightly the horses under the hood. Harry looses all attention with the girls, and knows that his XKE with the ported, polished and blueprinted engine pumping out almost 350 horses with its 2210 lbs of weight should be able to smoke the high performance stock Detroit beast. The light changes as Harry says bye to the little nymphs, and Detroit behemoth starts smoking its tires leaping off the line. Harry has always been embarrassed by the e-Types coming out of the hole . As he releases the clutch. The black cat does not smoke off the like, it whimpers. The 2.71 rear axel is great for top speed of 165, but for the hole shot, it just squats down and hums. The GTO is now about 2 car lengths blazing both rear tires, ahead of Harry and still pulling away. The English sports car finally is in its power curve, and the torque beast with its 4.25 stoke, and hemi heads, start to kick the horses into full run. The redline on the e-Type is 5500, but after fixing the engine, power seems to keep pulling until almost 7,200k rpms.
As the GTO shifts into 2ed, the Goodyears raised letters scream with the power trying to move the weight of the hefty Pontiac. It leaves 2 strips as the positraction drives both rear wheels, causing it to fishtail a little. The sounds causes any of the male species to take notice. It was any teenager male’s mating call. The Jaguar just whines.
Looking back, the girls are surprised at the sudden disengagement of the conversation, though not too much had been said, they were intrigued with the pair of the shy troublemakers they had just talked to. The girl on the passenger said to the driver without turning her head. I think I need a tighter top. The driver responded, I think you need 4 wheels and 400 more horsepower.