TITLE: MY GIRLFRIEND’S COMATOSE AND I’M TOAST IF I CALL 911
GENRE: Middle Grade Fantasy
The girl Mike dreamed of one day marrying, cared about pitching first, being a girl second. Maybe that explained why Teagan could whip a softball fast.
Almost as fast, as the knuckle sandwich Mike swallowed for trying to examine her tonsils with his tongue after she tossed a shutout today. He winced, rubbing his chin. Darn thing hurt more than his pride. The reason she fouled his romantic play. Simple as 1-2-3. One year, two months and three days. Their age difference. Too bad his parents didn’t drink that bottle of wine two years earlier because next week Teagan started high school leaving Mike behind.
A hamster pumped on steroids pounded the wheel inside Mike’s chest while he sweated on her porch to see the future Mrs. Grabczyński in a dress. Hair combed and not under a cap. She decked out to visit her twin sister, knowing somehow it made Sleeping Beauty happy.
Well, she didn’t make Mike happy because she stepped off the bus with her dress tucked into track pants. The baseball cap, along with her girlfriend, Rachel, whose nickname for him, MGM--middle-grade-Mike, completed the disappointment.
Mike placed his backpack on the railing as they walked up the steps. “Why we messing with voodoo dolls?”
“I promised my sister and they’re not voodoo dolls.”
Mike elbowed his pack.
Rachel jumped backwards, saving her pink painted piggies before the bag landed with a loud thump.
Mike grinned. “Good, because I forgot to defrost the chicken.”