In order to help your choice of book along, I’m including the first typed page of each. I’m not going beyond the first typed page, though. Just the first 500 words or so – even if it stops in the middle of a sentence. It will be fun! Trust me.
Presented in order they are listed in the post.
The line at Game Junkies extended out the door and down the mall corridor. Colby Thatcher stopped in his tracks, blue eyes wide behind round, wire-frame glasses. He’d never seen such a mass of humanity unless it was a new game release. He stared a full minute before he realized someone was waving at him. Three of his friends stood in the line. Two were grinning widely, smart phones clutched in their hands.
“Wait until you see!” Stan Fitz said, hopping excitedly in place.
Stan was nearly seven feet tall. His lean, gangling frame moved oddly, like he was a marionette guided by a puppet master on crack. He giggled, waving his phone under Colby’s nose.
Gavin Carter eyed their friend with forbearance, but his dark brown eyes twinkled.
The only one who didn’t show enthusiasm was Avery. Dressed in skinny jeans, sporting a lip ring, nose ring and multiple earrings, she hunched over with her hands in her pockets. Her blue streaked red hair escaped from under her Rasta striped beanie. She looked bored and somewhat disgusted.
“If I didn’t have to be here, I wouldn’t,” she snarled before Colby could speak. “But I have to get game time. They’re doing buy one get one because of the upcoming game launch.” She elbowed Stan who had hopped on her foot. “These two are impossible.”
“We saw her first,” Stan said. “Then all these others showed up.” He frowned, jerking a thumb at the line.
“Maybe if you hadn’t sent a massive text to everyone on your phone, it wouldn’t have happened,” Avery growled. “It’s your own damn fault. Get off me!”
She elbowed Stan again. Given the difference in their heights, the sharp jab got him in the nuts. Gasping from pain and surprise, he backed off. Avery smirked, satisfied that she had disciplined him appropriately.
“Nicely played,” Gavin said with a smirk of his own. He and Avery exchanged a knuckle bump.
“What’s going on?” Colby appealed to Avery.
Tossing her head, setting her hoops rattling, Avery glared up at him. She was tiny, maybe five feet tall if she stood up straight. Her slender frame and small breasts, in combination with her baggy shirts and bulky jackets, often got her mistaken for an adolescent boy.
“You really don’t know?”
“You live in a cave?” Gavin asked him. “We sent you the text.”
“Phone’s dead,” Colby said. “It got sent through the wash again. I’m waiting for a replacement.”
Avery grabbed the sleeve of his hoodie, pulling him toward her. She opened a text message with her
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Those are the choices. Which will it be?