Well, I'm, currently working on three books, *2 already thought out, one, not so much* this sadly happens to be the later. I have a few ideas but nothing quite developed yet. I was wondering if someone could tell me which opening they like better, I'm kinda torn on it, and no it won't affect the story at all since they both lead to the same thing. So if someone could please read both openings and tell me which they like better. *I also reilize this needs lots of editing, it was the first one (out of the book ideas) I thought up but the last I worked on* And I'm kinda in a rush at the moment, so this is all I got for it so far on this one, while the others are both in their tenth chapter, heh. I'm not sure either, I might just merge both, but right now I need opinions on which is a better way to start it off. Oh, and the title of it will be Re-Birthday.

#1:
It was a late october night, the air was clean, the wind was creating a nice chilly billow, and the trees were in theiperfect form. It's not quite winter, and not quite summer, and little Jimmy Horendoza was sitting in the back seat of a stuffy, formaldohyde smelling Chevette. It didn't always smell like that. He recalled a time when they had first brought the little station wagon. The vibrant red cloth, that was now nothing but a shell of mud, had smelled of roses. When they first brought it it was one of a kind, all the neighbors jealous of it's shape, size, and it's amazing teal. In the here and now though, the car wasn't exactly the best thing to look at. Its rear window was yellow, and stained with what seemed to be a giant egg. The shape itself was bent and deformed, which made it look somewhat like a giraffe with flamingo legs. The paint was chipped in many areas, and it seemed as if the car had been a butterfly de-elvoling back into a ugly little worm. In some ways, it was a garbage-mobile with windows that refused to roll down. This was set even worse by the fact that the car had developed a rather sickly smell.

#2:
It was a humid and sticky summer day. The trees themselves seemed to be melting as the sun poured its energy onto them, like a child pours milk on ceral. It was a desert in the small suburban town, it's sidewalks creaked, not a living thing in sight. You could of sworn it was a ghost town, and you wouldn't be far off. After the incident, hardly anyone remained in the town, but in the back seat of a Chevette station wagon, little Jimmy Horendoza was contently eating a neoplaotan ice cream cone. In his mind it was paradise, he loved the heat, its warmth, its glow, its welcoming beckon. The little child hardly even noticed the deathly smell of the car, that was getting worse due to the dreaded heat. Sadly, it wasn't always like this.

I think you should decide.
Because I have no idea what you would be better with.
I could careless about the story as long as you know what it is your writing.

Well, that's the thing, I'm not sure on this one yet *i have a geist of what it'll be about, but it's not fully developed* So I wanted opinons on which way people think I should open it, I hate not having the final open down, it makes me think I can't write more tuill It's down for final. I might merge them both for the opening, but as I said I'm not sure yet, so that's why I posted it. Well, thanks anyway, I'll just have to think about this one more, might just drop it, and work on the two I actually have thought out, might not.

Well, sorry. But I can't decide either. : P