The Escape of Amedei Wilson

Welcome back me! Sorry for my absense. My return is due to two weeks off from life commitments, yay!

Anyways, since last visit I have been scattered brain writing--mostly short stories that for a long time I had no idea where they would fit in the whole scheme of my book. Well, things are looking good folks--clarity has entered my world (and no, I don't need those mind drugs like in the movie "Limitless).

I do have several starts, but I'm leaning towards this one (just a set-up to the story). An intro...for you. I don't want to give it away just yet, but tell me what you think with the little I have, for your reading--do you want to read more?

Basic Info for you: It is a fantasy/sci-fi set in a futuristic/altered Morehead City, NC. Young Adult perhaps?

Book Title: The Escape of Amedei Wilson.
Chapter Title: Operation: Meeting

Glade Garrison likes to pretend like she’s not the boss, but she ain’t fooling nobody. She’s the oldest of Outfit 7—the Shepard Street kids on the block. Glade is fifteen and has a pimply face of a twenty year old on a twelve year old body, meaning to say; she is a gangly thing that looks like she doesn’t quite know how to walk. Yet, this girl has power; power of the mouth—power of young hearts. Her poor little brother, Calder, just can’t stand tall against her (although, physically speaking he does) and he certainly rarely gets a word in edgewise. He sure is a goofy looking guy; a little chunky and hairy, and probably much smarter than he looks. They both are sort of the hosts of Outfit 7—they have the perfect hangout house with the indoor play room—not to mention, Mrs. Garrison is the most humorous, friendly nut job and Mr. Garrison is the town’s favorite PE teacher. The other two houses are just regular, boring, two bedroom cottages, only fit to merely sleep in, and the owners are just normal parents with normal jobs.

Glade, is in fact, hosting a meeting today—a very important meeting. Well, at least she thinks so.

“Guys, take a seat. I just received a verbal from Twitty and his gang.”

“Please tell me we’re not going to the other side of the tracks again; it’s so abysmal,” said Valerian.