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Sometimes you don't need to see the whole way. You just need enough light for the next step. ✨

Becca's journey in A Way Through the Wilderness explores the uncertain road to healing, belonging and new beginnings.

Could a wilderness become the place where you find your way?

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In a room with no view of the sea, he held her hand.
The next morning, he wrote just one line on a blank, white sheet of manuscript paper.

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The book he was reading in the seat next to me contained my secrets.
I said nothing, listening only to the sound of the pages turning.

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Have you ever reached a point in life when you simply didn't know what came next?

Becca has.

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📚 The Library at Mount Char by: Scott Hawkins

Carolyn's not so different from the other people around her. She likes guacamole and cigarettes and steak. She knows how to use a phone. Clothes are a bit tricky, but everyone says nice things about her outfit with the Christmas sweater over the gold bicycle shorts.

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📚 The Calamities by: Chuck Wendig

Mourning Mayne knows he’ll one day bear the duty of managing his family’s vast empire of wealth and power. But the feckless Mourning has always struggled to accept this legacy of cruelty, domination, and exploitation . . . and something even darker.

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“I, Ian” Full-Length Chapter Preview

Knock-knock. 

“Who’s there?” Ian said, jumping out of his inner thoughts as he was finished changing into some sleepwear and fresh from the shower. 

The door swung open to reveal Patrick with a backpack and a small bag of groceries. “Sleepover?” he asked gently. 

Ian smiled wanly, his mind flashing back to the days when he and Patrick had their usual sleepovers pre-curse when they were in high school and their former friends were around. “Sleepover,” he affirmed. “What brings you by?” 

Patrick sighed heavily as he came into the room. “It’s been a week since we went from dangerous dames with chips on our shoulders to petulant gay men who can’t be transformed back thanks to one coffee-making voodoo prince. And even though we have Tremaine MacLaren to teach us what it’s like on the other side, I can’t help but feel disoriented about being…” 

He gestured to his body. “Well, you get the gist.” 

Ian nodded as he went to the closet to grab a rolled-up sleeping bag and a blanket. “That I understand,” he answered. “It still feels so surreal yet it’s so realistic at the same time. I’m just wondering what will happen next for myself since I have a lot of hurdles to climb. I mean, I gave a lot of hell to a lot of guys when I was just Ivy, even towards the girls’ male relatives and male friends. Even more so when it came to Mom’s male clients and her male co-workers.”

There was a slight pause for a brief moment as Ian laid down the blanket and sleeping bag on the floor before the two young men sat down. “I guess you and I are going to have to make the most of this new chapter of our lives,” Patrick said as he set out bags of chips, two soda bottles, and some snack cakes, Ian making a phone call for some pizza delivery. “The one thing that is going to terrify me the most is what’ll happen when our former haters turn on us when they learn who we are and what happened to us.”

“Don’t remind me,” Ian replied, groaning at the thought of his former allies that he had on Instagram before it was closed thanks to Antoine. “They’re going to want to know ‘what happened to Ivy and her propaganda.’ When they get wind of what Antoine did and who we are now, the shit is going to hit the fan. Part of me is mad at him for taking away my social media status and profiles that had me on the top. Then again, I was on the verge of losing everything and I lost the followers who have families who are either identifying as LGBTQ or men in general, if not both.”

Patrick nodded, taking a sip of soda. “I get that,” he remarked. “And I guess you can say that my former social media pages are now nonexistent since I got hit with the curse. And maybe it’s for the best that we lie low until we get fully used to the new normal that we’re living now.”

The bedroom door swung open to reveal Joseph. “Gentlemen, I see that you’re renewing your Friday night sleepover,” he stated as he distributed the two boxes of pizza. “Any plans for this particular sleepover?”

“Mainly talking about learning to get used to this new life as gay men,” Ian replied. “And maybe have a little fun as well. Who knows what the night may bring?”

Joseph nodded. “Well, I’ll leave you two to it,” he said. “Tomorrow, you’re getting registered at Santa Monica College and you still have your shifts at the smoothie place, so make sure to get a good night’s sleep.”

“Okay, Dad. You have a good night yourself.” 

Joseph closed the door. 

Patrick sighed as he opened one of the pizza boxes that had meat lovers. “I wonder what Tremaine will have in store for us when we start school as totally new students. Since we’re basically going to be starting over with people wondering who we are, we’re definitely going to have to be careful with what we say or do.” 

“Well, I think it’s best to show them that we won’t be intimidated and we’re going to still own our grace and swagger,” Ian replied as he helped himself to a slice of pepperoni pizza. “Maybe Antoine will allow us some grace to let everyone know that we’re going to have that glow and style.” 

Patrick frowned. “Maybe it’ll be best to dial that down because that voodoo prince will have eyes everywhere,” he said warily. “And since he magically bound us to his cousin’s rules, you know that the curse will multiply if we step out of line and act like assholes.”

“Point made.”

The evening went on as Ian and Patrick talked about the days before being cursed, listened to their favorite songs on Spotify, and even watched an old movie on TV. And then…

“You know something? I always wanted to know what it’d be like to hook up with a gay guy when I was Pilar,” Patrick said from out of nowhere. “I mean, I’ve heard of stories regarding women having one-night stands with gay and bisexual guys when they’re totally wasted.”

Ian frowned. “I didn’t because I was still spiteful and hating guys in general,” he replied. “I thought it was tasteless and stupid.”

“What about now?” 

“What do you mean?” 

Patrick sat up, facing his friend. “I mean, what do you think about hooking up with gay guys now that you’re a gay guy yourself?” he asked. 

Ian blinked twice, his face warped in confusion briefly. “I don’t know,” he answered honestly. “I mean, I’m still getting used to being a gay man myself and-” 

“Come on, bro. You know you that you want to at least try something a little reckless and even sensual at once,” Patrick interrupted. “Maybe it’s best that we…well, try something that we’d never considered doing when we were females.”

And without warning, Patrick’s lips branded Ian’s in a kiss.

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“Of Couture and Supers” Full-Length Chapter Preview”

Ellen Montclaire’s office had never looked more like a war room disguised as a sanctuary. The Spartan lines of her desk, the aviator frames catching the late-afternoon light, the faint scent of tuberose and something sharper-gun oil, perhaps, or the particular perfume of people who had already decided who would live. Jim Nelson stood at her left, GQ’s editor-in-chief in charcoal Tom Ford that made him look like a very expensive executioner. I had barely closed the door when Mike and Ian arrived with River between them, two plainclothes officers peeling off at the threshold like shadows that knew their place.

River looked intact. That was the first mercy. His jaw was tight, his eyes already scanning the room the way a House mother scans a ballroom for shade and safety. He crossed to me without speaking and took my hand under the desk, a private gesture that would have been unthinkable six weeks ago.

Ellen did not waste time on greetings. “The text,” she said. “Read it again, Alcide. Out loud. I want everyone in this room to hear the exact temperature of the threat.”

I did. The rhyme sat in the air like cheap cologne.

River exhaled through his nose. “Of course she got out. Of course she found the one man in Texas who still thinks my dead name is a prayer. Mother never needed a lawyer so much as she needed an audience. Jarrett Morgan is her new front row.”

Jim’s voice was dry as good gin. “Forrester’s counsel is the sort who bills in blood types. She walked because the Reagans’ deaths were ruled justifiable by the agents on that rooftop. The insurance policies, however, remain. Two million each. That kind of money does not forgive. It only waits.”

“They’ll try to paint us as unstable,” River said. “Unstable, ungrateful, un-American. They’ll leak something during Paris-photos, a planted story, a ‘concerned source’ who swears we were seen with the wrong people at the wrong hour. Mother always preferred character assassination before the actual kind.”

Ellen’s gaze could have cut Givenchy silk. “The fashion houses, the magazines, the designers who matter-they already know who you are. They know the Lancaster-Monroe line. They know River Forrester is not a scandal; he is a fact. Anyone who attempts to discredit either of you will find their invitations revoked before the first look walks. That is not sentiment. That is policy.”

I kept my voice even. “What do we actually do? Besides look expensive and refuse to die.”

Jim answered. “FBI and CIA have already coordinated with Interpol. The French, Italian, and British details have your files. Several of our people-heroes who do not clock out when the lights go down-will travel with the official parties. You will not be alone in a corridor, a fitting room, or a hotel elevator. You will also not be reckless. Recklessness is a luxury for people whose grandparents did not leave a ledger.”

River’s thumb brushed my knuckles. “We already made that promise on a rooftop, Jim. We keep it.”

Ellen stood. The movement was small and final, the way Miranda Priestly used to stand when a collection had been approved or a career ended. “Tomorrow morning you meet Ra’Keem, Ja’Nisha, and Snow. Wardrobe upgrade. Style seminar. Paris is not New York with better bread. Paris is a stage that remembers every misstep for a decade. You will walk it as Guardians-in-training and as the last two interns who refused to fold. You will look as if you were born to it because, in the only way that matters, you were.”

Emilia entered without knocking, tablet in hand, the itinerary already glowing. She set it between us like a treaty.

“Monday: arrival, fittings at the Ritz, dinner with the Mughelli and Watanabe representatives. Tuesday: Dior, then the liaison briefing with the French detail. Wednesday: Givenchy and the first September-issue roundtable. Thursday: Valentino, followed by the private salon for the Asian houses. Friday: Chanel and the night the villains usually try something theatrical. You will also continue every ordinary duty-coffee, proofs, dry cleaning, holding a lens when Marcel needs a second pair of hands that do not shake. The celebrities will still test you. The politicians will still want to be seen with you. You will still be the ones who remember the oat-milk shot and the exact temperature of a smoothie.”

I almost smiled. Almost.

Ellen’s voice dropped into the register that used to make entire floors go silent. “Paris Fashion Week is the beginning of the public proof. You do not merely attend. You represent the bridge your grandparents built and your parents burned. You will show the world that chosen family, hard work, and the refusal to become furniture are not weaknesses. They are the only currency that still holds.”

River looked at me then, really looked, the way he had in my apartment the night we stopped pretending we were only allies. “We said it before they took me. We watch each other’s backs. We finish the summer. We show them who we are when the cameras are on and when they are not. This time we do it knowing the knives are already drawn.”

I squeezed his hand once, hard enough to mean it. “Say less.”

Ellen’s mouth did the smallest thing that might have been approval. “Good. Now get out of my office. Both of you have a city to survive and a wardrobe that is currently insufficient for what is coming. Tomorrow you will look like you belong in every room that ever tried to keep you out. That is not optional.”

We stood. Mike and Ian fell in behind us without being asked. The officers at the door nodded once, the way men nod when they have already decided they will take a bullet if the arithmetic requires it.

In the elevator River leaned his forehead against the cool metal for three seconds. “She’s going to try to make us look like the problem,” he said quietly. “Like we brought the violence with us.”

“Then we will be so precisely ourselves that the lie won’t have anywhere to sit,” I answered.

The doors opened onto the sixth floor that no longer felt like an intern’s floor. My new office waited. The passport would arrive tomorrow. The clothes would be chosen tomorrow. The threat had already arrived.

We walked toward the next hour the way people walk toward a ballroom when they already know the judges are watching and the prize is simply remaining standing.

No looking back.

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“Being Arian Halliday” Sneak Preview

Arian’s POV


The following day arrived as I was soon facing the first day of school.


But this was no typical first day of school, folks. It was my and Catriona’s grand debut as the new kids attending St. Ignatius Academy. With full capital letters.


Needless to say, I was both excited and terrified all at once even as I was joined by my brothers Reagan and Ryan as well as my cousins with them making sure my uniform wasa up to par.


“Never you mind your fears, Arian,” Kyren said as he handed me my pair of black oxford shoes that were equipped with gel insoles for comfort. “You will do fantastic.”


“And when word gets around of you being the long-lost Halliday heir, people will draw to you like moths to a flame,” Tyler commented as his twin brother fixed my tie. “Not only that, you’re going to be part of the Masquerade Games with us. This is basically a year-round coming-out party for you that’s long overdue.”


I nodded as I was handed a cup of tea from Reagan. “I’m just worried that I might make a wrong impression by saying or doing something stupid,” I admitted. “That, and I did run into Derrick Giddens yesterday during the tour.”


The air turned chilly after that statement. “Derrick Giddens and his friends are known as the self-entitled assholes known to all,” Kendrick stated stiffly, eyes narrowed in silts. “To know him and his girlfriend Giada as well as their friends is to hate them with a passion. Little wonder why they’re never qualified to be part of the games no matter how much their parents throw money or curry favor with our dads and granddads. If you can help it, try not to start any drama and stay away from them at all costs. But if it can’t be helped, try to at least bite your tongue and appease them as much as possible.”


“Other than that, Arie, most of the students and teachers are pretty cool to know,” Terrance added as he handed me my uniform jacket. “And it’s mandatory to try and earn as much favor from them as possible. We’ll make sure which ones to bond more and which ones to be cordial but keep your distance from. And I know that Ra’Von and his fellow journalism friends will do the same.”


There was a knock at the door. “Gentlemen, your fathers are waiting for you all down at the lobby,” came the voice of Annette as the maid in question as well as another butler (a dark-skinned older man) came inside my bedroom. “And Master Arian? I believe that this is going to be the senior year of a lifetime for you. Just stick with your brothers and cousins as well as your friend Catriona, and you can’t go wrong. Trust in everyone who believes in you. Trust yourself.”


No better words were said as we grabbed our backpacks and laptop bags before heading out to meet our fathers who were chatting animatedly with Catriona, my best friend looking as if she was born for the hallways at any school. “Damn, Arie,” she trilled. “You look like you definitely belong with your family. St. Ignatius Academy won’t know what hit them when they see you.”


“I’ll bet,” I remarked, giving her a gamely smile. To my dad Jason, “Shall we go?”


“We shall, Arian. Your debut awaits,” my father said.


With that, we all trooped into the black limousine which was waiting for us outside. Let the day begin, I thought as I was greeted by the sounds of Manhattan beginning its usual day of morning chaos.

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“Nacirema Requiem” Sneak Preview

“Armando?”

Said young man snapped out of his reverie (or rather, his umpteenth argument with Amanda, the young woman he shared his body with) and stared into the concerned eyes of Melina. “Sorry, lost in thought after last night,” he said apologetically.

“Are you okay? You look a bit out of it. Come to think of it, you look like you’ve been at odds with yourself lately,” Melina replied.

That’s because I AM at odds, but with a hardy and extremist-minded young woman from another version of Earth, Armando thought inwardly.

“I’m still here, you know that?” Amanda’s voice shot back before the Hispanic young man shoved her back.

Armando inhaled sharply. “It’s the planning of everything and all,” he said to Melina. “That, and with this being our senior year…it feels like every day is like we’re facing a lot of pressure.”

“Has Corwyn been haunting your dreams again?”

That statement gave Armando pause while Amanda took a great deal of interest. “Okay, this Corwyn girl is DEFINITELY like me, but what did she did to you?”

Armando shook his head, pushing Amanda to the back once again. “Not lately, but who knows what she’s planning? It’s getting a bit too quiet, and it means that she’ll be ready to strike once again.”

Melina nodded, reaching towards him and patting his back twice as they exited her car. “If you wanna talk more about her or get something off your chest, I’m here for you…and Tybee,” she replied, a bit of Salgiel slipping in her voice.

Sure enough, the first night of the mandatory breeding period had come and gone. Most of the students were hanging out with either their friends, their opposite-sex pairs, or a bit of both. Others were milling around the parking lot and shooting the breeze. For Armando, however, his mind was not only filled with Amanda’s presence but also of his concern that he wasn’t going to last long with the deceased young woman still acting passively defiant about the new world she was to endure for the thirty-day trial period.

Armando knew that Amanda felt grossed out from last night, but he was loyal to the cause as a Nacireman citizen. And gentle reader, he knew that Amanda didn’t have enough time on her hands. The more she wanted to defy the odds, the more at risk she was for hell. And he wasn’t going to let her or Corwyn get the best of him.

“I wonder where Ryan and Ariah could be?” Melina asked as she looked around. “I know that the bus that you two would take hadn’t arrived yet.”

That’s what I’d like to know myself, Amanda responded snidely.

“I’m sure that Ryan’s dads want them to have a big breakfast together,” he answered.

The two didn’t have to wait longer for the two teens to arrive, Armando’s eyes going wide with amazement as he took in Ryan being dressed in a form fitting bright-blue shirt with a V-neck collar and beige jeans that highlighted the diver’s legs perfectly. A pair of blue-and-white Converse sneakers and leaf-shaped pendant necklace completed the look. But what caught Armando off-guard was how Ryan felt more and more relaxed and at ease with himself, Ariah (dressed in a simple pink sundress with white tennis shoes) walking with him hand-in-hand as if they were crowned royalty.

Most of the students and teachers thought that the two friends were glowing after last night’s sexual escapade.

Armando, however, knew the truth. And so did a now-livid Amanda who was ready to show herself through her male counterpart. “What is this?!”

“That, Amanda, is your Ryan and my Ryan now fused as one,” Armando said inwardly before pushing her to the background and approaching his godbrother. “Bro, I know that you’re not turning straight on me, right?”

Ryan smirked. “And forget about our times together, even when we’re supposed to be studying? Not on your life,” he said. “You know the motto, bro. Equality and tradition.”

“Until the day we die,” Ariah and Melina finished in unison.

“Come on, you guys,” Armando stated good-naturedly. “We don’t wanna be late for homeroom. Let’s go to class.”

Amanda, on the other hand, was itching to break free and read the now-consolidated Ryan for filth. That bastard owes me some answers, she said as she let her male counterpart take over the wheel. Who does he think he is? He can’t be going through with this, right? Right? 

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“The Passion of Sean Gillain” Full-Length Chapter Preview

Sure enough, I was sitting at a table with Caeleb and Tim at Macy’s Cyber-Cafe (one of the many on-campus coffeehouses that the students of RISD liked to frequent). After placing our orders, it was Caeleb himself who started things off. “Sean, Tim and I never really understood how rough you had it with being the middle child in a family of successful influencers,” he began. “But once we got dressed down by Alyssia and Liam who gave us the whole story, I personally wanted to know how you managed to stay strong with all of this going on.” 

I nodded, inhaling sharply. “Well, you can pretty much say that being under the harsh criticism of Horace and Reva Gillain as they both expected nothing but pure perfection I had plenty of time to tell myself not to care,” I remarked. “But I was under the care of my maternal grandparents and grew up on the farm back in Adams Falls, Georgia. Mom said that she never liked living in a town that never got down with the times and where there’s nothing else to do, so she saw it fitting to make sure that none of her children got to be in the same position.”

“But when it came to you,” Tim began. 

“It was easy for me to adapt to the rural life because my parents pushed me into my grandparents care,” I finished. And so began one hour of me letting out my life and times as the “Gillain family oddball,” not leaving anything out as I talked about how I saw passion as originally for the reckless and me putting away my innocence after the non-birthday dinner, vowing to help out my grandparents with the farm, the boycott after Ra’Keem and the others humiliating me at the celebratory dinner in his honor, and everything that led me to coming to Newport. “In a way, you two, I guess you can say that I’m still trying to figure out my place with the changes of life.”

Tim nodded. “Let me ask you this, Sean. Had it not been for your parents and older siblings wanting to control your plans for the Fashion Showcase, would you have entered?” he wanted to know. 

I closed my eyes briefly before facing the blonde. “Honestly, I wouldn’t have,” I stated. “Then again, I might have because Mom thought that I had talent with my designs when she submitted my sketches that I did back in middle school as part of my application portfolio. Who can say? I mean, I know that Jessica has her impossibly high standards and would’ve been ashamed of me if I had shown ‘anything shoddy and embarrassing to the family image,’ as she would like to say. Her twin brother Ra’Keem and our father- the biggest thorn in my side- would agree.”

“But you have talent as you said,” Caeleb pointed out. 

“Wouldn’t have made a difference. When it comes to the Gillain name, how one presents oneself is everything. And in my parents eyes as well as Ra’Keem and Jessica’s, I was basically the epitome of everything that they were against.”

“Damn,” Tim hissed, shaking his head. “That’s rough.”

I shrugged my shoulders as our fare arrived. “It is what it is. I’ve been the disappointment in my father’s eyes for as long as I can remember. So why should anything be different?”

Before anyone could reply, my phone rang with an unfamiliar number flashing on my screen. “Who’s calling you?” Tim asked. 

“Damned if I want to know, and double-damned if I don’t. All the better to just get this out of the way now,” I muttered as I pressed ANSWER. “Hello?”

A pause. Then, “Sean? It’s Monica, your younger twin sister,” the voice of the person in question replied. 

I inhaled sharply, pantomiming for Caeleb and Tim to be silent as I placed it on speaker. “Okay, Monica? What’s up?”

“Look, I got your new phone number from Uncle Jace because I really need to talk to you,” Monica stated. “And I just want you to listen, okay? Jamal and I have heard all about what’s been going on between you and the others- Mom, Dad, Jessica, and Ra’Keem. How you’re not entering the end-of-semester showcase because they want total control of your designs and all. And personally? I think you’re doing what’s right for you. You shouldn’t have to do anything that they want for their benefits or design something that’s based on their impossibly high standards.” 

I hummed. “What does Jamal think?” 

Monica snorted. “He’s fallen into the same trap that Ra’Keem and Dad’s been feeding him, that you’re not caring about the family name and that you’re too good for anyone who’s not like Grandma or Grandpa. Hell, Jamal’s becoming more and more of a prick by hanging out with the wrong crowd.”

“Damn, Monica. And what about you?”

I heard her sigh. “I’m just keeping out of this until the time is right to break out on my own. But Grandma and Grandpa told me that they’d take me in if things got too bad or I end up losing Mom and Dad’s favor,” she answered. “Probably for the best since Jessica’s been haranguing me about my weight and my looks. She’s putting me on these crash diets while Mom’s been all drill-sergeant on me about my grades. It’s a nightmare, Sean. And I thank God that you’ve been raised differently from everyone else. But I gotta warn you that Mom and Dad won’t let you slide on not entering the showcase. I don’t know what they’re planning, but it’s not going to be good. All I can tell you is that you at least have one more ally on your side.”

My heart ached for my younger sister. “Thanks, Monica, for letting me know,” I said, keeping my voice even. “Look, you play your role perfectly and plan for your own exodus from the Gillain circus. If possible, take up Grandma and Grandpa’s offer. And do me a favor?”

“Fire away.”

“Keep your eyes peeled for anything suspicious that our parents, Jamal, Ra’Keem, and even Jessica could be planning. One or all of them are on the same ‘Let’s-all-hate-Sean-for-being-different’ parade, and there’s no telling what can happen next. So play your part and do what’s been told. But if it becomes too much, call Grandma Evaline at once.” 

“I will, Sean. I love you. Don’t forget that.”

The line disconnected.

And as Caeleb and Tim came to my side while the tears that threatened to fall began cascading down my cheeks, I could only hope and pray that my sister would find the strength to become her own person. 

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Goodbye, August and Hello September

Hey, guys. Long time, but no see.

I wanna tell you that I’m going to order my new wireless keyboard tomorrow when my check drops. And by next week I will be able to work on my novels and finish them by the end of the year. And the first story on my list to compete is “Nacirema Requiem” as I plan on reaching 40 chapters and the epilogue. I’ll also work on “Of Couture and Supers” as well as “The Passion of Sean Gillain.” So as we’re saying farewell to August, we will be welcoming September’s sensational allure.

The drama is ALWAYS on at the House of Evers, friends, and I intend to shut things down for the rest of 2026! Thanks for being patient with me as I deal with my day job and all. I love you and I hope guys are living life like it’s golden! See you later!

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The Weight of Snow and Regret & Bo Hopkins’ Blues

My Review The Weight of Snow and Regret by Elizabeth Gauffreau is a beautifully-written story that throws light on an important and largely unmet societal problem. One that has eluded us forever: how to house the houseless, including families with no place they can afford to live, people with mental health issues unable to care […]

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A Whisper in the Storm is Out Now

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“The Passion of Sean Gillain” Full-Length Chapter Preview

FLASHBACK (United We Stand, Divided We Fall)…

One would think and hope that the drama regarding my father’s intense confrontation with me and my grandparents’ boycott against any events centering around Jessica and/or Ra’Keem would remain behind closed doors.

Unfortunately, you’d be wrong.

Because in Adams Falls- in Twiggs County where people knew one another, to be exact…gossip tends to run like a raging river. And it wasn’t long before the community had their opinions regarding the boycott against Horace and Maeve as well as two of their star children.

Some of them were supportive for me. “Your mama and papa knew what they were doing when they placed you in your grandparents’ care when you were a baby, Sean,” Deacon Eldridge said to me after Sunday school (the day after Grandpa Emmett and I went fishing instead of attending one of Ra’Keem’s athletic workshops). “And I’m not too surprised on how your family acts all self-righteous with their riches and status. Like the Good Book says, boy, so say I: pride goeth before destruction and a haughty spirit before a fall. You keep your mind on the farm and your schooling. God has a plan for you.”

“I really never liked your sister’s fashion line nor her reality-show appearances on TV,” Mrs. Candler, my tenth-grade literature teacher, remarked when she learned that I didn’t watch Jessica on TV on one occasion. “She’s too flashy and arrogant for her own good. Her twin brother’s no better. My daughter went to UGA with him and she heard some things that I shouldn’t tell you. You’re doing good for standing your ground, Sean. Keep your head clear and your feet on the ground, and you can’t go wrong.”

Then you have the ones who…well, they mean well. But they prefer status over sensibility. “Your brother Ra’Keem’s going places, boy,” Coach Waddell said to me at lunch, him being surprised to know that I never preferred college or professional football. “He’s leading the Falcons to a strong season, and he’s making a difference in middle Georgia. You may not like him or anything, but he wants to reach out to you. Put aside those differences and pettiness for once. You’d be surprised on what you can experience when you let winners like him lead you to the right path.”

“Sean, it’s unhealthy for you to spend too much time with your grandparents,” Ms. Taylor (the school counselor) said when she learned that I wasn’t bonding with my parents as I should. “I know that you have your strong opinions about your parents and how they expect so much from you with wanting you to be outgoing and all. And it’s normal because you should have a life of your own outside the farm. Try calling them up sometime and let them arrange a day with you. No matter what, Sean, your parents want what’s best for you.”

Please! If Horace and Maeve Gillain really wanted what’s best for me, they would’ve have supported my dreams for helping out at ValleyStone Farms and the general store.

And as for my parents, Ra’Keem, and Jessica themselves? The invites and carrot-and-stick routines kept coming, yet my grandparents and I stood our ground.

Jessica wanting me to join her and her party-centric friends for a summer in Tybee Island with paid expenses? I was already planning activities for the church’s Vacation Bible School.

Ra’Keem wanted me to join him and Dad in New York for a guys-only weekend for the MLB All-Star Game? Grandpa and I were talking about plans for expanding the land to include cotton crops and we sat down for an interview for GPB.

The guilt-trips (“Come on, Sean. This really has to stop. You owe us this to bond with us.”), not-so-subtle jibes (“You really don’t care about this family, don’t you?”), and emotional blackmail (“Think about Jamal and Monica. They might think you resent them by snubbing all of us.”) never stopped and yet I wasn’t going to kowtow until Mom and Dad started seeing me as an equal.

“Sean, you know that you’re being unfair right now,” Mom said over the phone after refusing to join her and Jessica for dinner in favor of attending a nearby church’s choir anniversary. “Really, do you really think that you can achieve something out of this boycott? Your grandparents have brainwashed you into accepting the hillbilly life when you have so much to offer.”

“Mom, you’re the one who turned your back on Grandma and Grandpa because you weren’t satisfied with your background as if you were ashamed of them,” I replied. “No wonder that Uncle Jace and his family hate you because you think that you’re too good for anyone who didn’t share your vision.”

“That’s different because I knew I was meant for more. I never liked living in Adams Falls, and I don’t like it now. You, on the other hand, have this chip on your shoulder because we prefer your younger and older siblings over you.”

And there it was, the truth as clear as day. “You really think that?”

A pause. Then, “As much as I hate to admit it, it’s the truth. Sean, in life there are three kinds of kids: the ones who are naturally gifted and are willing to show it, the ones who have to work twice as hard in order to be taken seriously, and the ones who just don’t fit the ideal no matter how hard they try. And sadly, you fit the third category. But it’s up to you whether to be tied down to rocks and sink to the deep where you’ll drown or ride the coattails on the ones who want you to come out on top.”

“And your point?”

“End this boycott and start showing up to Ra’Keem and Jessica’s events and gatherings,” Mom answered plainly. “Next school year, you transfer to Southwest or Westside where your father and I can keep a closer eye on you and train you to be a winner. Come on, Sean. Don’t you think that you owe this family some loyalty, or are you really too good for the parents who brought you to this world?”

I inhaled deeply. “If being a hillbilly means being too good for living life in the fast lane, then so be it. And for the record, you and Dad may have brought me into this world but it was Grandma and Grandpa who have raised me to be practical and even-minded,” I replied. And before Mom could even reply, I ended the call.

I turned to my grandparents who heard the whole conversation. “You guys,” I began.

“No need to say another word, Sean,” Grandpa cut me off. “The boycott still stands as long as you say so.”

I nodded. “United we stand, divided we fall.”

“Amen,” Grandma echoed before the three of us hugged, the sounds of country living humming in the summer evening.

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A Whisper in the Storm is Out Now

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“The Passion of Sean Gillain” Full-length Chapter Preview

Flashback (The Boycott)…

“Sean, come downstairs after washing up and getting ready for church, please,” Grandma Evaline’s voice said.

“I’m on my way,” I hollered after finishing tying my church shoes. Last night’s dinner party where Ra’Keem and everyone else dogging me for being attached to the farm and not being citified was the last straw. And when the time came, I was going to make sure that I’d never be anywhere near that group of self-righteous snobs for as long as I lived. Nodding at my reflection and being satisfied in my black-and-white church clothes, I headed downstairs and was greeted by the smells of freshly-baked biscuits and fried sausage patties while my grandparents (Also in their Sunday best) were waiting for me.

“Sean, how are you holding up after last night?” Grandpa Emmett asked me.

I inhaled sharply. “Like I never want to attend another dinner that celebrates Ra’Keem, Jessica, or even my younger siblings Monica and Jamal ever again,” I replied. “No offense, but it’s fair for me to say that Mom and Dad never liked me because I’m too countrified and attached to Adams Falls and Twiggs County. They never asked me what I liked doing, but discredited me for being too complacent or dogging me for not being like Ra’Keem.”

“And do you think that you want to go to another dinner or celebration hosted by your parents again?” Grandma Evaline asked.

I shook my head. “I’m sorry, but I can’t. Not if it means being under harsh criticism or judgmental stares.”

My grandparents glanced at each other, nodding twice. “That’s all we want to know and hear, Sean,” Grandpa stated. “Because after last night’s fiasco and your grandparents gaslighting and emotional blackmail towards you, your grandma and I think that it’s time to show your parents and older siblings that you matter. That means until they start acting right, we’re not going to any of their dinners, barbeques, house parties, or watch parties that would involve making you feel like you’re worthless.”

I blinked twice. “Grandpa and Grandma, are you guys sure about this? I mean, I don’t want you two to go on strike on my account and deny yourselves the chance to bond with them.”

“Baby, you matter as much as your brothers and sisters matter,” Grandma explained, giving me a sad smile. “And though we don’t wanna have to separate ourselves from Jamal and Monica, the good has to suffer with the bad. It’s either this whole family supports you, or they don’t. So beginning today, we’re distancing ourselves from the family until your parents show you equal love as they do with Ra’Keem and Jessica.”

I only nodded as Grandpa began serving breakfast. And so began the family boycott that would be the longest ever.

Ra’Keem’s attending training camp and has invited everyone to attend the first-day barbeque? Grandpa and I were planning to work on the peach harvest.

Jessica announcing her fashion show that would be a televised special on CBS? Grandma and I went to attend a church’s anniversary and potluck dinner.

Dad wanting to show off Jamal’s summertime basketball game championship? The general store was more important at this time of year since an increase of tourists was imminent.

For two months, Dad and Mom kept sending the invites my way, “for me to get my head out of my behind and to bond with my siblings (as stated by Dad himself).” But neither my grandparents and I would back down, not even when Mom turned on her waterworks, Dad threatening me to send me to military school, or when Ra’Keem himself came down and had the nerve to humiliate me at a Sunday service. If not for one of the strong-spined church mothers giving Ra’Keem a verbal smackdown, I’d have died of embarrassment.

“Your parents and older brothers are a piece of work, Sean,” A’Niah said after that service and she and Ra’Mell met with me in the teens’ fellowship hall. “Maybe it was best that you boycotted everyone, you and your grandparents.”

“But you gotta watch your back,” Ra’Mell warned. “Things might turn nasty without any warning and your folks will definitely want to get on your nerves.”

“That’s the chance my grandparents and I will have to take,” I had replied. “Until Mom and Dad start accepting me for who I am, the strike will continue.”

Things finally turned on its head on month two of the boycott when Dad showed up unannounced when Grandpa Emmett and I turned down an invite to watch a Falcons scrimmage game against each other in Flowery Branch in favor of attending the first fall revival at a church in Juliette. “Sean, you’re humiliating your brother by not showing him any support,” he has seethed angrily when he took over the living room. To my nonplussed grandparents, “And the two of you are encouraging him with this strike he’s playing.”

“We’re not encouraging him to do anything but to do what’s right,” Grandpa replied stiffly. “Your wife- my daughter- is allowing YOU to be this cold-hearted father who praises two of his sons for being like you while she’s loving her two daughters for being like her. Meanwhile, Sean’s doing his damndest to find his own way by helping me and my wife on the farm, and y’all are throwing stones at him because he’s not good-looking or athletic like either of y’all.”

“Sometimes, you gotta clown the weakest link to make him grow up,” Dad sneered.

“And that’s why I don’t want a single thing to do with your so-called dream of perfection,” I interjected. “I may not be what you or Mom imagined or expected, but I’m at least putting in the effort in helping out when I can and wherever I can in my own way.”

“But your way is not good enough for me, Sean, and you know it. Tell me this, are you even going to consider being under my wing and learn something from me, are you too good for anyone who’s not a countrified hick like you?”

Time to cut my losses, folks. “I rather be countrified and real than a pathetic and future disaster like Ra’Keem, Jessica, or even you and Mom. And if it means being too good to be a city kid, then I’ll stand the loss.”

Dad looked tired and yet ready to beat the living shit out of me. He let out a frustrated groan and shook his head. “You just don’t get it, boy,” he grunted. “You have so much potential and passion, yet you won’t even use it.”

I shrugged my shoulders in a flippant manner. “Because passion is meant for the foolish and the birds. Better to look at it with contempt than to try and fall flat on my face.”

“Will you at least consider attending Jessica’s birthday party next week? It’ll be in Atlanta since it’ll tie in with the first Falcons preseason game against the Eagles, and-“

“Am I allowed to dress like I want to?” I interrupted.

Dad inhaled sharply. “There’s going to be important people, so you’ll need to dress as if you belong,” he began.

“Then we’re not attending the party or the football game,” Grandpa said sharply. “If Sean can’t be allowed to be himself at your events starring your oldest kids, then he’s not going at all. And neither will we.”

Dad looked livid. “You really don’t want to disappoint me or your family, Sean. Do you?” he said threateningly.

And then I said the one thing that would be my momentous catchphrase regarding my father’s vision. “I’ve been disappointing you the moment I was born,” I said calmly. “Why should anything be different now?”

Dad just gave me a dirty glare and walked out the house, getting straight into his BMW that looked out of place in front of a farmhouse and drove away.

“That went well,” Grandpa stated. “But you know that this isn’t going to be over, Sean. Not by a long shot.”

“All the more reason to keep boycotting and do our thing,” Grandma agreed as she stood up and faced me. “And Sean? Never let your father dictate your future. His loss is our win. You know where you stand, right?”

“Yes, ma’am,” I replied.

“Then stand on those principles and God’s Word, yet be mindful to pray for your parents and siblings. They’ll see what they’re missing and wish that they stood by you in the first place.”

I wanted to believe her, but knew that my parents were as stiff-necked as I was. And the funny part of it all was that I knew that I admired them for it.

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A Whisper in the Storm is Out Now

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“Edge of Seventeen” Final Sneak Preview and Planning a Sequel

Skylar’s POV

Homecoming week, day three…

As expected, my cousins and I were with Tiana, Israel, Jinyao, and Thierry at their usual Wild-Card table for lunch the following day after I spent it with being involved with setting up the tables in the library for the Chess Club’s intramural championship, getting with the AV Club for the concert band’s November concert, and dealing with the usual pre-midterm preparations. And the topic, of course, was about myself and the ongoing Greenlee/Enrique/Jorge affair. “Skylar, we’ve been meeting with Jason regarding the mess with Jorge and Enrique as well as Greenlee and her gang,” Jinyao said as she finished her bite of beet-green salad. “And we’ve been noticing the students and teachers forming this unwarranted great divide as all eyes will be on you to make your choice.”

Sure enough, half of the lunchroom were all for “Team O’Pinero (with ribbons and wristbands in the colors of gold and green)” and the other half were for “Team O’Fernandez (with the colors of gold and red).” Even a few of the lunch ladies were choosing a side. Those who weren’t were mainly the janitors and the stoners with the latter group being too high to care who’d I pick.

“Of course, you know that you can’t afford to risk failing the year-long school project by announcing to drop out of the Homecoming festivities or making requests to change partners,” Israel added, my attention back on the Afro-Chilean teenager. “Still, we Wild-Cards here know that we don’t get involved in these matters because we’re nonpartisan to the matter or any other faction. The only time we can interfere is when things stat getting more drastic and reckless. And I fear that it’ll happen as soon as either tomorrow or Friday.”

“So what can I do?” I asked.

“Right now, you prepare for all scenarios,” Tiana replied. “Whether you choose to be with Pinero or Fernandez, you know that there’s going to be a major fallout centering around you. Half of the senior-only teachers will turn on you while the other half will rally for your cause. Some of the other jocks won’t be as friendly as they’re strained to be around you because they’re friends with either guy. And the cheerleaders and female students will be ready to throw a lot of dirt on your reputation.”

Thanks for the reminder of a planned apocalypse that’s aimed my way…NOT!

“And regarding your family, we wish we could say that there’s not going to me much drama on that front,” Thierry stated. “But you know that’s not true. And your godparents as well as Enrique’s will be at odds with you and your family.”

“That’s all fine and all, but our cousin needs some advice since Homecoming is not far along,” Andretta said as she sat down her taco. To me, “What’s really on your mind on whom you’re choosing, Sky?”

I sighed. “Not much except that I don’t want to hurt either guy,” I admitted. “And I’m afraid. I’m so afraid of losing everyone’s respect and support because I don’t want to play bad-guy and yet-“

Thierry’s phone started buzzing, as did Jinyao’s, Israel’s, and Tiana’s. “What? What’s going on?” I asked as more phones in the cafeteria began buzzing and the usual chatter began to simmer down.

Jinyao picked up her phone and glanced at the screen, a look of pure shock and horror in her eyes before she began cursing in her native tongue.

“Uh, something tells me that whatever the hell is going on is not good,” Andelle remarked uneasily just as her and her twin’s phone began buzzing while a harried Principal Lewis and his wife raced to our table. “Excuse us, but now is not the time or-“

“Andelle and Andretta, are your parents at work or anything?” Vice-Principal Lewis interrupted.

Andretta frowned. “No, ma’am. They got the day off. Why?”

“We’re going to need you girls to spend time with Skylar for the rest of the day,” the principal muttered as he shot me a sad glance. “Skylar, you’re to take your midterms at home tomorrow and Friday and you’re exempt from the Homecoming festivities. Your parents, grandparents, and the teachers have been notified.”

I didn’t like where this was going. “Principal Lewis, what is going on?”

Then my phone rang, causing everyone to gasp in alarm. “Skylar, you really don’t need to open that text,” Jinyao said, voice laced with sadness. “Please, don’t.”

But curiosity got the better of me as I grabbed my phone and saw that it was from Greenlee. Sorry for this, Sky, the message read, but you should’ve known better.

Attached to the message was a link to an image. And despite the growing dread in my stomach, I knew that I had to open the link. I pressed the “Open Image” link, inhaling sharply as I braced myself for the worst.

But what I got…was worse than the worst. All I remembered was my cousins racing to my side as the room spun around and around.

“Oh, fuck…an ambulance…”

“…did his ass dirty…”

“…not going…away with this…”

And then the blackness consumed me. And this felt worse than being ganged up by Greenlee’s goons.

Because betrayal always feels worse than any form of physical torture.

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The One Book I’ve Read More Than Any Other: Why Americanah Never Gets Old

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“Edge of Seventeen” Sneak Preview (Grand-Finale Week)

“Skylar, did you have fun tonight with Jorge?” Dad asked me upon my entrance inside the house after two hours spent at the upscale diner and a matinee at the movies. And now, both my parents were waiting up for me in the living room with expecting looks on their faces.

“We did, but remembered that we had school tomorrow,” I replied as I took off my jacket. “Jorge gave me his undivided attention and I did the same for him.”

“And are you excited for this Wednesday when you’ll see him again?” Mom asked eagerly.

I inhaled sharply. “I am, but-“

“Ah-ah, no ‘buts.’ This is a week dedicated to you and you alone, Skylar, as your peers are hoping that you’ll make the right choice,” Dad cut me off. “Don’t you think that you deserve to have a bit of happiness of your own, especially with a boy like Jorge who grew up with you?”

“Enrique grew up with me back in the day as well,” I replied meekly.

Mom scoffed, rolling her eyes as she motioned to sit in between her and Dad on the sofa, the TV playing some reality show on mute. “Enrique Pinero’s your grandparents’ favorite, not ours,” she stated. “Yes, his family is well-to-do and they have their connections as well, but the boy is too enigmatic for my and your father’s tastes. That, and I heard that he’s too deep with that Simmons huzzy and her friends. No, Skylar. You and Jorge are meant to be together. Fate is binding you two, and everyone believes that you two need to make it official.”

But not everyone thinks the same way, I wanted to shoot back. “Well, Jorge did say that he wants to continue fighting for me as long as possible,” I replied before giving my parents a recap of what’s been said at the restaurant.

“Sounds like Jorge knows what he wants, and it’s not Simmons,” Dad intoned. “And he’s right with you needing to make the best choice for everyone, even when it means making everyone else unhappy. But your mother and I will not be so forgiving if you choose that Pinero boy or not choose at all. That year-long project is still in effect, and you can’t afford to fail senior year. Not when everything that you dreamed of is in close range for you to touch.”

“And think about the opportunities you’ll enjoy if you choose wisely- and I mean, if you choose Jorge,” Mom added. “You being given a place at the Fernandez table, being the favorite in all the students’ eyes and given many passes by the teachers, being voted ‘Cutest Couple’ in the school yearbook by your classmates. All of that and more can be yours, but not if you make the wrong choice.”

“And what about Greenlee?”

“Forget her for a moment, boy, and think about what you’ll leave behind if you don’t do what’s best for everyone,” Dad admonished me sternly. “As long as she doesn’t try anything reckless or put you in harm’s way, you won’t have to fear her. All you need to do is the right thing.”

All I could do is just nod. They just didn’t get it because they didn’t have it bad growing up like I did as a queer kid in a very conservative state in the Deep South. Or maybe they didn’t want to get it at all or just don’t care about the consequences…

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Book Launch: Breaking the Fence

On a glorious summer evening, friends and family gathered to attend the launch of Karen Haase and Julie Martin-Jones’ new book ‘Breaking the Fence’ at Harrogate Railway Football Club.  Their first novel ‘Over the Fence’ told the story of Seren and Clarissa, warring neighbours whose series of confrontations, grow increasingly out of control. Their new novel moves the characters from the sedate, leafy avenues of Harrogate to a very different life in Australia but the conflict remains.

Before the launch officially started, Karen and Julie talked to Sue Williams from Books and Beverages about writing their second book together and how the plot developed.

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Most authors will read extracts of their books at a launch but Karen and Julie have been extremely fortunate to have two friends who are readers for their audio books. At the launch Jane read the part of Clarissa, the tormenting and tormented neighbour who makes Seren’s life such a misery, and Meg read Seren’s chapters, their voices fitting the characters so well.

As always there were speeches of thanks from both the authors and their publisher but two things stood out for me. Karen’s father was a life long supporter and life member of Harrogate Railway Football Club, which is why Karen chose the venue. A lovely gesture to her father.

Rick who is Karen and Julie’s publisher spoke about promoting their books and intriguingly mentioned how he is in early discussions with two companies about turning the novels into films. The red carpet beckons! The evening finished with a long line of people waiting to get their books signed. It was a lovely evening and I wish Julie and Karen every success with ‘Breaking the Fence’.

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“The Passion of Sean Gillain” Sneak Preview

“I think that you should consider joining the student showcase,” Trevor said as he, Liam, Alyssia, and I met up at the school’s student center with cups of coffee (iced tea for me under Jace’s instructions) on hand. “Who knows what talent you’ve got hiding under you? And believe me, bro, I’ve seen your designs. The cocktail dress inspired by the Cherokee rose is kind of my favorite.” 

“Yeah, but that’s where Jessica began her road to stardom with dressing celebrities for all the award ceremonies and whatnot,” I remarked. “And you know the standards will be high. What if she becomes one of the judges on the panel and she’ll make sure that I am barred from the fashion world for good? Or what if my designs fall flat?” 

“But what do you think will happen if your line becomes a success and you get some street cred?” Liam offered. 

I shook my head no. “That’ll never happen.”

“Sean, be serious about this,” Alyssia commented, pausing to sip on her cup of cappuccino. “You only get one shot of making it big while you’re presented with this opportunity. Do you know how many freshmen would kill to be presented with this moment?”

“Bully for them,” I stated firmly. “Then they can have my spot while I stick with being under the radar.”

“Worrying that your parents and older siblings will get under your skin?” Liam asked. 

Before I could reply, my cellphone ring with Ra’Keem’s number flashing on the screen. “Damn it,” I hissed. “I’ve been hoping to avoid this challenge from my therapist. Talking to Ra’Keem right now could spell disaster.” 

“But you know that Dad and Pops won’t relent until you do,” Trevor reminded me. “You gotta do what you gotta do.”

I knew he was right. “Fine, but I know that this is going to bite me on the ass,” I said as I pressed answer. “Hello?”

A pause. Then, “It’s about time you picked up the phone, Sean,” I heard my brother’s cocky voice over the line. “Dad’s been hoping that you’ve finally got the sense to talk to someone other than your uncles and your cousins.” 

“Well, I’m here now. So, to what do I owe this phone call?”

“Straight to the point, aren’t we? Fine, bro. I’ll play along. Look, I’ll be heading up to New York/New Jersey as the Falcons are playing the Jets, and Dad’s been on his spiel to make sure that everyone’s going to be there. It’ll be good for you to come along, but you gotta look like somebody. So Jessica’s coming over to Newport and make sure that you’re ready for your premiere.” 

I knew that this was going to happen. “I actually have other plans,” I began. 

“And they can wait until after your brother’s game,” came the sharp and condescending voice of my father as he got on the line. “This is going to be  good for you to start bonding with all of us, especially Ra’Keem since he still thinks that you’d be better off with him in Atlanta. Or maybe give some thought to move in with Jessica in Savannah or bond with me and your mother as well as Jamal and Monica in Macon.”

I shook my head. “Well, you did say that the move to Rhode Island will be good for me,” I commented. “That, and I’m not keen on being with people who see me as an expendable accessory to your golden children’s campaigns.”

There was a chilling pause. Then, “You really don’t want to disappoint this family more than you already are, do you?”

That was it, folks. Time to end this now. “I’ve been disappointing you and everyone else since I was born and living with your in-laws,” I replied coldly. “So why should things be different now? As for the plans regarding the game, I regret to inform you that I will not be attending.”

“Sean, you are really acting too cool for us,” Ra’Keem’s voice said harshly. “Maybe it’s best that you don’t be with us for my game. You bring us down with your holier-than-thou attitude and all that shit.” 

“Well, big brother, that makes it easier for me to say no and end this call right now.” And before I lost my nerve or let him or Dad say anything else, I ended the call…

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“Good morning, Centennial Grove High! It’s not only midterms week, but it’s also Homecoming week as our Grizzlies get prepped to take on Merck-Barnes High School’s Red Devils,” the cheerful voice of the school secretary chirped as everyone was filing through the halls. “And beginning with tonight’s town-hall meeting in the school gymnasium, our school’s having a week’s worth of events to celebrate our school spirit! Make sure to focus on your grades if you want access to the after-game school dance on Friday and get your tickets to Friday’s game and dance!” 

“It’s the week of school spirits and excess good-time fun,” Rhea harrumphed as she, Shandi, Andretta, Andelle, and I met up at our lockers. “If not for this year-long senior project, I’d be glad to stay home and thrash to some KISS or Linkin Park on Friday night. But I think that I might have a fair shake at being crowned queen.”

“Any of us could be crowned Homecoming monarchs, Rhea,” Shandra stated as she shot a brief glance. “Some more than others, given the current circumstances.”

“Well, my main worry is how everyone will be jockeying me to choose whom I’ll be official with- Jorge or Enrique,” I remarked as I unlocked my locker and got what I needed for the morning. “Add in Greenlee and her gang as well my family and the guys’ families, and I have a real party on my hands.”

“But the other option is to fail senior year and possibly repeat the grade,” Andretta remarked. “Mama and Daddy say that Uncle Julius has been acting strange lately and Aunt Mary Ella’s been miffed at him as I don’t know what.” 

“You guys don’t think that he’ll be working with Greenlee in wanting me to be with Enrique so she can have Jorge to herself, do you?” I asked. 

“Damned if I know, but we gotta keep our eyes sharp and our ears to the ground,” Andelle stated. To me, “And you have to focus on these midterms and Jorge and Enrique courting you so everyone will get off your back.”

“Really, loser? I think that’s not fair for O’Hara to hog all the guys,” came the delightfully drawling voice of Greenlee as she, Jeannine, and Kendall sauntered over with matching smug sneers on their faces. “And besides, everyone who’s anyone knows that Skylar has to be with Enrique. That, and at least drop out of the race for the Homecoming crown.”

I vainly fought the urge to roll my eyes. “You’d know that I can’t bow out,” I shot back. “Everyone who’s been announced as finalists for the Homecoming court need to have a fair shot like you do.”

“Is that right?” Jeannine said sarcastically. “Come on, O’Hara. If you really have the proper school spirit, you’d do Greenlee a solid and drop out right now. Not just out of the competition, but from the school completely. You may be on the diving team and all that, but you really have no place here. Not as long as Jorge is making googly eyes over you when he should be doing so over Greenlee.”

“Lord Jesus, do you have a muzzle that your parents need to use on you?” Andretta spat. “Bitch, you come for my cousin and I’ll come for you and your lady mistress too! Same thing goes for your friend here. And Skylar here is destined to win the crown.”

Just as Kendall was getting ready to crack her knuckles, the bell rang that signaled for everyone to head to homeroom. “To be continued,” Greenlee said threateningly as she motioned for her friends to follow her. 

I sighed as we got ready to do the same. “Batten down the hatches, girls, because a storm is coming to Texas by the name of Greenlee Simmons,” I intoned. “And whether or not I’m prepared, I gotta get through this long week.”

And that was the truth…

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