So as manny of you know, I'm writing a legitimat book in real life. As of a couple weeks ago, I've officially put THE END OF BOOK ONE on it, and now I'm in the editing and revising stage, and looking for an agent to rep me to a publishing company. The book is called RAPTORS, and it's a YA sci-fi. I'd tell you more but I don't want to spoil it. Since you guys are my readers right now, I've decided to give you all a Scratch exclusive sneak peak at the prologue and first chapter of RAPTORS. Please note that these two pieces I wrote a year ago, so they're not as refined as my other works, that said, I'm going through and edittig them as you read this, so they're getting constantly better. The two pieces are pretty long too, so I'm going to have to release them in several pieces because of the character limit on these pages. I would just coppy and paste it all onto the backround of a project, but for some reason Scratch has been glitching out, and no matter what device ai use, I can't use text on a sprite or backdrop anymore. So without further ado, Here's the third bit of the sneak peak. It'll take a few parts for chapter one so here's the second bit of chapter one. “So, I’ve been thinking…” Kevin said as we stepped in line. A dozen or so people waited in front of us, but this place normally moved prettty quickly, so I wasn’t worried. “That’s a huge breakthrough.” I deadpanned, and he grinned. “I’ve been thinking about the world of financial responsibility.” I side eyed him. “Are you trying to mooch a drink off me again?” “Jack!” Kevin stepped back, “That hurts! You accuse me of trying to steal a free drink from my best friend?” I raised my eyebrows. “Ok maybe I am; but Jack, I’m not made of money! I’m going to have to buy a car pretty soon here.” “You’re fourteen, Kev.” I said, chuckling. Kevin pointed at me. “Exactly.” He afirmed.. I rolled my eyes. Every morning before school, we would meet up at the local Starbucks, per tradition, and then biked the rest of the way. Kevin’s allowance had been lowered a couple weeks ago, and he saw that as ample reason to try and pin all his expenses on me. “Kev, I bought your drink yesterday, and the day before that.” “Third time’s a charm?” He asked. “That’s not even what that means.” I laughed. “Come on, you’re like my rich friend.” He insisted, “Like your mom literally owns a bakery.” “That doesn’t make me rich.” “Buisness owners are rich.” “Bakery owners are not rich.” “I’m not going to get through to you by the time we’re at the window am I?” he asked. I shook my head. “Nope.” “You know, friends are suposed to look out for each other.” Kevin hinted. I rolled my eyes. “Which is why I bought you a drink yesterday.” I agreed. He frowned. “Friends don’t put limits on gernerosity.” He tried. “Kev.” “Ok fine, I’ll buy my own drink.” He turned away, muttering ‘cheapskate’ under his breath and hiding a smile. I chuckled and walked up to the counter.
It was a relatively short bike from Starbucks to school, and within ten minutes we were taxiing into the campus. Locking our bikes on the rack, we turned and walked to a shaded bench underneath a large oak tree, away from most of the kids. Class didn’t start for another ten minutes, so we sat down to rest our legs from the riding. “Mr. Hillman, Mr. Hollers,” Our biology teacher, Mr. Mills, walked up with a stack of papers in one hand. “These are flyers for this year’s eighth grade end of the year field trip.” He explained handing us each one. “Make sure to have your parents sign the permission slip and bring it back by the end of the week.” We said we would, and he walked off. We excitedly consulted the flyers, every year Kingdom Jr. High did a special, eighth grade only field trip to say goodbye to the class. Last year they had taken everyone to Six Flags for two days, and the year before that Disney World. Yeah, they flew the class out to Florida for three days. One of the older kids had told me a couple years ago that his brother had gotten to tour a secret lab underground, where they saw cryo-frozen aliens. I wasn’t sure I believed him, but still, it showed the reputation these field trips had earned. I wasn't sure what I wanted more, Six Flags would be pretty cool, but then, I had been there a couple times already with my dad. My hands were basically shaking as I opened my brochure, turning it to read the caption. “You have got to be kidding me.” Kevin said, staring in disbelief at the pamphlet. “A museum?” I asked incredulously, checking the back of the flyer for something, maybe a note that said haha got you! The actual field trip is a six-month cruise. But nothing was on the back aside from the permission slip stapled to the flyer. “There’s no way this is right.” Kevin said, “Jacob Kinley says his sister got to go to Disneyland. Why would she get to go there while we’re stuck with…” He gestured at the pamphlet, apparently unable to speak the word ‘museum’. “Wait, hold on Kev,” I said, “This might actually be kind of cool.” He looked at me as though I had sprouted fangs, claws, and antennae. “Look, right here.” I pointed to a paragraph on the flyer. Kevin read the extract aloud. “...Hope you can join us for this year’s special eighth grade field trip to our very own Museum of World Military, Past and Present! The museum requires parental signature, so please sign your initials on the permission slip we have attached to the back of this flyer, so your child may attend.” He looked at me. “Wait, Military Museum?” I could see the cogs spinning behind his eyes. If anybody could compete with me for military nerdy-ness, it was Kevin. Both of our dads served as Navy SEALS in the same company, it was how we had become friends in the first place. Army life had been a core part of our world since we could walk, everything from tactics to terminology to bombs, we were completely envelouped in everything military related. I had known from the moment I saw my dad in his uniform that my life’s goal was to be a SEAL, just like him. It’s in my blood. “Yeah, I didn’t even know those existed.” I told him. He nodded. “Neither did I, but this might actually be pretty cool.” Let’s hope so.” I agreed as the bell rang.
