Writing

Below are snippits from pieces I'm working on
Anna didn't know she wanted until it was published. A marketing assistant, Anna stumbled upon the best deal for her dream apartment. There was only one catch, it came with a roommate and she wasn't very smooth with boys, but in learning how to live with Derek Morgan, Anna learns what it means to live and how to dream.
IT WAS ELEVEN. It was eleven in the morning and he was an hour and a half late. I sighed; not one of those despondent, longing sighs: the ones that make you cringe during a romantic movie, no. This was more the “I’m frustrated and deeply annoyed” type sigh. It wouldn’t be a surprise if he’d stood me up. It wasn’t like this hadn’t happened before, but this—after all—wasn’t even a date. It was an appointment for the apartment on fifth, the one with the white chocolate decadence that was baroque style molding pouring down it from top to bottom.
Gwen always knew what she was, but she never knew who she was until she was forced to choose sides: her birthright and destiny? or everything else?
Where the eyes of my history haunted me in tones of light grays, I stared back into soft brown eyes with mottled green around the center. My mother had once told me our eyes begin fading to gray after our first kill. I think I really had this little ritual to check my eyes: to see if today was the day my secret would begin to unravel, to see if today was the day I would have to tell Gran what I was, to see if today would mark the day I would die for what I am.