“Ebony Lock-heart, please report to the principals office. Ebony Lock-heart to the principals office.” The kids at my table gawked at me, and, once more, I had to go to the stupid office in the third quadrant of school.
“What’re you looking at?” I grumbled, shoving my way between the volatile desks and the miniature stools. My hover board lurked in the corner of my classroom, and I quickly took it into my arms and strode out the door. Life had been tough . . .
“Ebony Lock-heart, please report to the principals office. Ebony Lock-heart to the principals office.” The kids at my table gawked at me, and, once more, I had to go to the stupid office in the third quadrant of school.
“What’re you looking at?” I grumbled, shoving my way between the volatile desks and the miniature stools. My hover board lurked in the corner of my classroom, and I quickly took it into my arms and strode out the door. Life had been tough . . .
Hey B! I'm from Maine, not the Commonwealth, but I can wholly get behind your letter to the senator. Democracy is a failed experiment. As Loki said in the Avengers, Man was made to be ruled. In the end, we will always kneel. I'd be happy to toss a second preorder your way if you'd let it count in the 12!
Hi Wilmar! Happy labor day and thanks for the update on the book! I agree regarding the hook. I was told by a friend in publishing that you need to grab folks early, with the first sentence if possible. Someone getting shot in the first paragraph is a pretty good way to do it! Your cover art is pretty sweet too. I wish I'd had something done before starting the contest here but it just sorta came out of nowhere.
Ooh! A cyborg! A mystery! A children's story! I'm hooked!