I am participating in an online writing course, and this week’s assignments required that we write a scene from our novel-to-be’s in the First Person POV. This is some random scene from a science fiction romance novel I am working on that I will call HARD DRIVE. It is from the perspective of the main female character. I usually only write fiction in Third Person, so this was an exciting exercise for me. Thought I’d share it. 
I pulled the armor over my head and hesitated. The injection was going to hurt. It always did. It never seemed to bother the others as much as it did me, but I wasn’t going to let them see that.
Especially not him. There was no way in hell I was going to allow him to see me wince, in weakness.
With his rippling biceps and broad shoulders, I bet a harpoon being shot into his forearm wouldn’t faze him. He was a cold, solid, unmovable wall of a man. And he was always so fruddy sure of himself. Well, he did have good cause to be – he was almost fruddy perfect.
Almost. But he wasn’t going to win because he wasn’t me. And because the strategy he so vehemently supported was flawed. That position was mine! I was going to make sure that nothing stood in the way of me and the captain’s chair on that new ship. The only thing he had a leg up on me in was in regards to his insane muscular mass and much harder chest.
Nothing that a little visit to the Gene Genie and a prescription for some testosterone and further genetic modifications couldn’t fix on a gal like me.
I pushed the injection button on my suit and allowed the shot of Rage to flow through my veins. It stung something awful, but boy, what a relief it was to feel that Rage. What a relief it was to feel anything other than the nothing I was expected to feel and the something that this male made me not want to feel. I smirked at him as I firmly took his hand and shook it briefly but hard.
“Commander Kim,” I nodded back at him.
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