TITLE: Brothers Bears and Bad Guys
GENRE: Young Adult
Thomas crawled behind the rose bush. He pushed deep into the thorns, ignoring the painful scratches and leaching blood. Spiders dropped onto his head and caressed his hair. He let them, more terrified by what lay ahead. He froze.
Michael and his gang circled in front.
Thomas hated Michael and feared him more. At twelve years old, Michael's Hulk-like frame supported almost fifty five kilograms of rippling muscle. Shaggy, blond hair played against his tanned skin and green eyes. Coupled with a dimple in his chin and a splattering of freckles on his cheeks, he conveyed a comical and carefree look. Michael suckered people with his face. Not me,
"Where is that runt?" Michael growled.
"Ran to his mommy," Carson replied.
"Pipsqueak," Thomas whispered. Carson annoyed him.
Michael kicked a rock. It popped into the curb and leapt at the rose brush.
Please don't see me, Thomas prayed.
"Let's go," Michael ordered. "This is boring."
Michael broke away, leading his gang towards the arcade. Thomas stared into the alley across the street. His heart pounded. A spider crawled down his left ear lobe. He brushed it away.
He reached into his pocket and grabbed his house keys. He squeezed them like a child would grip a teddy bear upon waking from a nightmare.
"Just get to the alley Thomas," he whispered while practicing the next steps in
his mind's eye.
He plunged through the bushes, sprinted, and skittered across a patch of gravel. He gasped as his feet flipped from under him.