Friday Excerpt: Trent is Sneaky

Friday Excerpt this week is from Chapter Seven of my NaNoWriMo novel. For an overview of the plot and characters, click here. Remember that this is completely rough draft with no editing! 🙂

Word count: 345

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“We’ve got to go back.”
“What are you talking about?”
“We have to go back to the professor’s house,” Trent whispered even though they were alone in the living room. You could never tell when Roland might be nearby.
“Absolutely not,” Reece said. He took a sip of his water and flipped the switch for the radio. Bad news, the only kind there was, drifted into the house on the voices of the newscasters.
“There’s more information there, I’m sure of it,” Trent said.
Reece sighed. He fixed his eyes on his brother. “That may be, but we barely got away with it the first time. You know that they are still looking for us. They’re still looking for that *thing*”
“I’ll go without you.”
Reece looked away, staring at the floor like he did when he was focusing on the news. “Go ahead,” he said.
Trent knew that Reece thought he wouldn’t do it. He never did anything without his brother. They looked out for each other. But this was too important and Trent wouldn’t let Reece stand in his way. He waited until evening before he made the familiar walk over to the professor’s home.
Trent observed the house for a long time. He stood in the shadow of the woods by the professor’s house. It was still not emptied. The professor had died six months ago, but his home looked as though he were just out for a weekend vacation. A stab of sadness caught Trent’s breath for a moment. This was not a world where one could expect fairness or happiness. That used to just be how things are. Then the professor had shown him multitudes of different ways of life. He looked straight up at the stars in the night sky. There were worlds where people looked at identical copies of the same stars and felt filled with hope and optimism. Here people could only hope to die, probably young and for very little reason. It was supposed to be progress, but it felt like progress towards total destruction.