TITLE: The Unusual Odyssey of Michael Pacer
GENRE: MG Fantasy (Mythology Redux)
Michael stared, with a growing sense of dread, at the sheet of thin pink paper that was stuck in the zipper of his backpack. His stomach sunk as he removed it, trying not to tear the fragile page. Sure enough, as he turned it over, the word “DELINQUENT” appeared across the top. His mother had forgotten to pay the bills again.Hopefully it wasn’t too late for her to call them and take care of it. If the electricity got shut off again he’d never get his history report done. He dragged his fingers through his tangled hair. He had just another minute before the last class of the day. Then he’d go home again for another night of mediocre spaghetti that he cooked himself. Mom wouldn’t eat it, as usual.
The heavy steel and glass front doors of the school crashed open, crumpling like soda cans. A stranger stood there with her hands on her hips like she owned the place.
She was unforgettable - wiry, with almond colored skin and tiny red braids sticking out all over her head. Her dark eyes sparkled in the school’s fluorescent lighting. Despite her size, she strode down the hall like a lion tamer, anticipating a possible attack at every turn. Her thin black t-shirt asked, “Do you feel lucky, punk?”
Other kids stood, slack-jawed and staring as she passed. Michael glanced over his shoulder. He should warn her. If Principal Tester spotted her there was bound to be trouble.