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Below is the first chapter from a middle grade novel submitted by Elizabeth Loane. It’s not always easy to put yourself out there, so thank you for sharing, Elizabeth.
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By Elizabeth Loane
In the middle of a junk yard Tommy sat in the last seat on the back of a scrapped school bus. Hunched over with his elbows resting on his knees, he stared at a pair of shoelaces he held in his young hands. Tears streamed down his freckled cheeks. He dropped his head into his hands, and begged his dead mother to help him. But as usual, there was nothing but silence.
Tommy punched the back of the seat in front of him, quickly wiped the tears from his face with the sleeve of his sweatshirt, and shoved the shoelaces into his back pocket. What did I do to deserve this, he thought.
He lifted his head and looked out the bus window. The sky was pink and the forest beyond the junkyard was black, littered only by the reflective eyes that peered back at him. The thought of what was deep in the woods sent a tingle up his arms. The typical creatures that populated the forest, the birds, the squirrels, the deer, they did not bother him. But he knew there were other animals out there that were not so friendly.
At the beginning of summer he remembered his Mom telling him about a bear that was roaming the streets and attached a family. She kept NAGGING me, Tommy thought. It was finally summer and SHE wanted me to stay in the house.
He shook his head. “I thought she was crazy,” he said under his breath.
If I would have known she would be gone a week later I –
He felt the guilt turn in his stomach. He took a deep breath, slide down into the seat and closed his eyes.
What 12 year old expects their Mother to die?