What will it take for a twelve year old to stay alive. Marty Summers is about to find out after gets hooked up with Brock Parker a sixteen year old drug dealer. Good intentions will only take you so far and running can only last so long as Marty finds out. But he know to many names for an easy way out and the head boos is not going to make it easy.
Targeted Age Group:: 18 to 35
What Inspired You to Write Your Book?
The thought of how can a twelve year old deal with a bad situation with what seems no way out in an adult world.
How Did You Come up With Your Characters?
I chose them for their age and how they would respond to hard situations.
Book Sample
The metal door swung open, four figures walked in. Shadows outline their bodies until the
door slammed shut. At first Mr. Otto didn’t speak. His eyes couldn’t believe Johnson had sent a boy
to do his work for him. What kind of person was this man ; he really didn’t want to know or at least
not to this point. But a boy, he must be crazy.
“ Who are you?” He asked with skepticism.
Marty’s voice stayed calm. “ I brought your stuff.”
“ Is this some kind of a joke?”
“ No, sir. I work for Mr. Johnson.”
Otto gave out a chuckle. “ You’ve got to be kidding.”
The door opened and Brock stepped inside. “ That’s right and so do I.”
For once Marty was glad to see Brock, all six foot of him.
“ Oh that’s great, a little kid and now a big kid. Does Johnson think I’m some kind of fool or
something.”
Boldness rose up in Marty’s voice. “ Don’t you want to take a look at the goods.” Marty pulled
the backpack off his shoulders and tossed it in the floor scattering dust in every direction.
Otto nodded to Ronald. The big guy walked over and unzipped the pack dumping the contents
wrapped in plastic on the dusty floor.
“ It’s all there, all thirty five pounds,” Marty added.
Otto looked perturbed. “ Hey, the deal was for a hundred pounds.”
“ Not till we see the cash,” Brock chimed in.
Otto took the briefcase resting it on one arm. His right hand released each latch. Lifting the lid
Marty could see it stacked with fresh hundred dollar bills.
Marty’s eyes about bugged out. “ Holy cow.” He had never seen that much money at one time
before.
The metal door swung open, four figures walked in. Shadows outline their bodies until the
door slammed shut. At first Mr. Otto didn’t speak. His eyes couldn’t believe Johnson had sent a boy
to do his work for him. What kind of person was this man ; he really didn’t want to know or at least
not to this point. But a boy, he must be crazy.
“ Who are you?” He asked with skepticism.
Marty’s voice stayed calm. “ I brought your stuff.”
“ Is this some kind of a joke?”
“ No, sir. I work for Mr. Johnson.”
Otto gave out a chuckle. “ You’ve got to be kidding.”
The door opened and Brock stepped inside. “ That’s right and so do I.”
For once Marty was glad to see Brock, all six foot of him.
“ Oh that’s great, a little kid and now a big kid. Does Johnson think I’m some kind of fool or
something.”
Boldness rose up in Marty’s voice. “ Don’t you want to take a look at the goods.” Marty pulled
the backpack off his shoulders and tossed it in the floor scattering dust in every direction.
Otto nodded to Ronald. The big guy walked over and unzipped the pack dumping the contents
wrapped in plastic on the dusty floor.
“ It’s all there, all thirty five pounds,” Marty added.
Otto looked perturbed. “ Hey, the deal was for a hundred pounds.”
“ Not till we see the cash,” Brock chimed in.
Otto took the briefcase resting it on one arm. His right hand released each latch. Lifting the lid
Marty could see it stacked with fresh hundred dollar bills.
Marty’s eyes about bugged out. “ Holy cow.” He had never seen that much money at one time
before.
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