GENRE: Early Middle Grade
Two steps past my mom’s coffee shop I saw him: Psycho Boy. And of course I did the stupidest thing ever. I ran.
“Mason, wait up!”
A snowball whizzed past my ear, exploding against the brick wall. Slush oozed down my collar. I ran faster, slipping on the icy sidewalk, his broken glass laughter chasing me down the street.
WHAM! Another shot hammered me in the back. Randy, AKA Psycho Boy, had moved in next door a week ago. Ever since, he’d been showing me his favorite winter game—target practice.
I swerved past a frosty green mailbox to throw off his aim. My destination was close—a new bookstore called Myron’s Bookshelf. I could make it.
The store’s bright red door gleamed in the afternoon sun. Five steps...three steps…one step... I made a grab for the door handle.
I yanked it open, threw myself inside…
…and ran smack into a wizard.
“My first customer!” He grabbed my hand and began shaking it. “Quick, what’s your name?”
“M-Mason,” I said, my arm jerking around like a wet noodle. I squinted at his neon purple robe and tall, glittery hat. Had one of Randy's snowballs had messed with my brains? Add a mile-long beard and a staff and this guy had the perfect wizard's costume!
“I’m Myron,” he said, pointing at the crooked nametag pinned to his robe. “Get it? Myron's Bookshelf!”
“Uh-huh,” I said, trying to see past him. “But what’s with the Halloween costume? Isn’t this a bookstore?”