So apparently there's a game going around among writers right now. it's called the Lucky 7 Game, and it's sort of like tag. If you're tagged by another author, you have to:
I grabbed a bottle of Gatorade, not bothering to inform my mother that Nola and I hadn't spoken since ninth grade. For a second, I wondered whether she'd notice if I did a line of coke on the table in front of her. I doubted it.
"Trace sent you something," she said as I sat down in the chair beside her, clutching some Saltines for good measure and positioning myself to see the TV, which was on the counter across from us. She doused her waffles in syrup and pushed the bottle aside. "I put it on your bed."
We sat in silence for a long moment before Mom finally asked, "So, are you excited about graduating?"
And that's seven sentences! And it gives you a little taste of Whitley's mother and why she's so looking forward to a summer with her dad.