What I’m Working On: Dream Weavers

Hello, readers!

Today I figured I would post something on this blog that would stand out from the brunt of the content that I’ve been putting out lately, and quite frankly, what could be more suitable than the first chapter of my most current work? This particular book that I’ve been writing recently is a young adult novel that I plan on making the initial book in a complete series. The topic of this novel, Dream Weavers, is simple: A young boy named Tyler Booth is new in town and is trying to fit in with the other kids at school while his widower father tries to design a new line of action figures for the toy company he works for. As a consolation gift following their move, Tyler’s father gives him the prototype for one of the figures: a wheelchair-bound writer named Edgar Crow, Poet Laureate. Sure enough, that night is when Tyler’s dreams begin as Edgar takes him on adventures through the Kingdom of Somnia and teaches Tyler some very important lessons in building his self-confidence, dealing with bullies, building his identity amongst his fellow students, and otherwise coping with the issues he faces as “the new kid.”

Below is the first chapter of this book to give you all a sample of what it’s all about. Hopefully it gives you all an idea of who Tyler Booth is and what he must deal with at his new school. Without further ado, then, enjoy!

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Well…this was it…the first day of school…

As Tyler eyeballed the single-layered brick complex in front of him and gulped hard, he tried to force himself into thinking that the day would be just like any other first day of school: He’d meet his new teacher, make friends among his new classmates, dive right into whatever lessons were awaiting him, and so forth. Sadly, no matter how much of an effort he made to convince himself that everything would turn out fine, he couldn’t bring himself to accept the fact that this wasn’t the same school he’d come to know since kindergarten. In fact, this school wasn’t even in the same district as his old school was or, for that matter, the same city. Miles upon miles away was he from all the friends he’d made four years prior, and now he doubted that he’d ever see them again. Worse yet, as he scanned the place in search of at least one other person who looked like him, he made a particularly disheartening observation: All the other kids he saw were white. Well, okay, that wasn’t entirely accurate; there were a few Hispanic students, from what he could tell, as well as the occasional Asian kid here or there. For the most part, however, all the other students were Caucasian, which left Tyler—from what he could tell so far, least ways—the only child of African descent in the entire school. Great! Just what he needed: one more reason to stick out from everybody else aside from simply being the new kid.

For a while, Tyler could do little else than shake his head sadly and wish that things hadn’t come down to this. If only he could’ve stayed in his old hometown and surrounded himself with the people he’d come to know just for a couple more years until junior high. By that time, he’d have been ready to move on to bigger and better things without any problem. Not now, though—not when he only had two more years of elementary school to finish first. Sadly, it was too late to ask for such circumstances, which left him no choice but to take a deep breath and screw his heels in before heading on into the building, doing everything he could to merge into the crowd of kids who were also entering. Soon enough, he was inside…so far, so good. Now all he had to do was find his homeroom, which shouldn’t have been too much of a problem, seeing as he and his dad were allowed to scope the place out a couple of weeks before school started to find out where everything was so that he wouldn’t get lost or anything. He was on his way, too, before he heard a voice calling out to him.

“Hey, wait up!”

Tyler turned around to see a boy roughly a year younger than he was with a pale complexion and sandy brown hair hustling toward him. As he watched this odd new face approach him, he took note of how the kid leaned forward with his proportionately massive backpack on his back, making him look like a hunchback of sorts. Wow! he thought to himself. That kid sure knows how to move around with that thing. It was either that, or the pack was actually pulling him forward out of its own free will, what with the way he was trudging forth as if being pulled in that direction by one guiding force or another. Soon enough, though, the boy put on his brakes and stopped short right in front of Tyler, then took a moment to catch his breath before speaking again.

“You’re in Milton’s class, too, right?”

Tyler nodded and asked, “Why? You having a hard time trying to find her classroom or something?”

The boy laughed nervously and replied, “No, I’m okay. I’m just trying to make sure I’m going the right way, is all. By the way, the name’s Brad…Brad Posey.”

“Oh! That’s cool. I’m Tyler.”

Tyler then raised his arm to give Brad a high five, which the smaller boy openly accepted, and the two of them immediately started walking together towards their new classroom—that is to say, of course, Tyler was the one who was actually walking while Brad resumed lurching forward and letting the mass of his backpack propel him forth. Hey, whatever…it was all cool by Tyler’s standards. If nothing else, at least he had someone to talk to on his way to the classroom, and thankfully, Brad was more than willing to chat with him.

“So, Tyler, are you new here?”

Tyler chortled. “How could you tell?” he asked sarcastically.

“Eh…couldn’t, really. Just trying to start up some small talk, is all. Anyway, I’ve actually been looking forward to school this year, and I can sum it up in two words: science fair.”

Tyler looked over at Brad curiously. “Really?”

“Yep. Every winter, fourth and fifth grades participate in an annual science fair in this district. I know because my dad’s been a science teacher at the local community college for several years now and has been invited to be a judge for many of those years. I’ve got to tell you, too, that I’ve had a great idea for a project that’ll surely rock the judges’ socks off. Even my dad will be impressed.”

“Oh yeah? What is it?”

Brad then stopped in his tracks and swiveled around to face Tyler, nearly smacking a pair of fellow students who were just passing by in the process. Luckily, they were quick enough to step out of the way just as his pack swung around in their direction, and as they felt a gust of air blow upon them from the pack swinging in their direction, they took a quick look behind them, saw Brad standing there staring back at them with a blank expression on his face, and glared back at him before once again darting off to wherever they were headed. It was only when they had left that Brad turned back to Tyler and resumed the conversation.

“Dream studies.”

Tyler raised his eyebrows dubiously. “Seriously?” he responded with. “I don’t know. Sounds more like a psychology project to me.”

“Hey, psychology’s a science, too, you know,” Brad protested. “Just because it doesn’t involve beakers and test tubes and microscopes and all that kind of equipment doesn’t mean it’s not a science. The human mind is quite a fascinating frontier, after all, and I honestly believe that the more we at least try to understand it, the more likely we’ll be able to fix much of the garbage that’s going on in society today.”

Sheesh! Talk about getting worked up over something. Then again, Tyler really couldn’t blame the kid for at least having an interest that he was decidedly dedicated to, so he decided that it’d be wise to tread lightly on the matter from thereon out.

“Sorry,” he apologized. “I didn’t mean—”

“Nah, it’s alright,” Brad interrupted with a sigh. “Most people I know don’t associate psychology with all the other sciences, either—not even the adults. I try not to let it get to me, but…well, it always does to some extent.”

And with that, Brad went back to lurching forward and heading off in the same direction he and Tyler had been going before. As they did, Brad went on about his fascination with psychology, explaining how his mother had helped him become so interested in the subject, how many books he had read and websites he had visited discussing the study of the human mind, and what exactly he had learned from these sources—no doubt a mere fraction of what he’d learned, of course, considering the amount of information he was regurgitating at the moment and the speed at which he was doing so. Tyler honestly tried listening to him, however, even if only for the sake of being polite, but with so much information coming out of the kid’s mouth at once, it was quite a tough task to do. This was especially true considering the fact that he was also trying hard to pay attention to the room numbers above each doorway that the two of them passed in hopes of relocating their new classroom, which felt like seemed like a chore at times with Brad talking to him the way he was. Eventually, though, he finally came across the number he had been looking for—403, to be exact—and was just about to head on in when he noticed that Brad was still trucking on down the hallway chatting away with essentially nobody, as he was so wrapped up in what he was saying that he’d made himself completely oblivious at that instant of Tyler’s whereabouts. Promptly, then, did Tyler call out to him before he utterly vanished from site.

“Brad!”

Brad spun around once again as he heard his name.

“This is our classroom right here, man.”

Brad chuckled yet again in an attempt to shrug off the embarrassment he surely was feeling at the moment, then came straight back and joined Tyler as the two of them headed on into the classroom together. As they walked in, they met their teacher right off the bat—a tall, willowy, young-looking woman with raven-black hair and a warm smile who welcomed them immediately as they stepped inside the room.

“Well, hello there!” she greeted sweetly. “Welcome to your new classroom. What are your names?”

Tyler gave a quick nod and introduced the two of them. “Hey. I’m Tyler. This is Brad.”

“Oh, that’s right! You’re the new student Principal Brewster had told me about the other day. Well, you know something, Tyler? It’s nice to meet you.”

Tyler couldn’t help but blush at his new teacher—Miss Milton, he reminded himself—doting on him the way she was at the moment. Hopefully, she wouldn’t be able to tell that he was, however, although Brad was quick to make sure of that once he cleared his throat and caught her attention.

“Not to be rude or anything,” he said, “but what exactly am I, this guy’s trusty sidekick?”

Tyler reared his head back in shock at his new classmate’s apparent need to be so forward, especially towards their teacher and on the first day of school to boot. It didn’t Brad much, either, that Miss Milton herself was showing just
how taken aback she was with the expression on her face and the tone of her voice as she tried to speak again.

“Oh! Um…sorry for ignoring you, Brad,” she said uneasily. “Tell you what, though: Why don’t the two of you have a seat at the last pair of desks at the back of the room? That way, I can assign you those seats, and we can all start off today as a class.”

The two boys peered on over to where Miss Milton was gesturing and could see for themselves that all the other seats in the classroom had indeed been taken, save for the two desks that were smack dab in the middle of the final row in the very back of the room. Well, Tyler told himself, he and Brad may not have been left with much of a choice, but at least what they were given was better than nothing at all. It was with that in mind, too, that he headed on over to that pair of desks and chose for himself which of the two he would prefer to sit at. As he made his way to the back of the room, he took a gander around him at his classmates, some of whom were busy chatting away with one another, reading books, writing, or simply double-checking their backpacks to make sure they’d remembered to bring all of their school supplies. There were a few, on the other hand, who raised their eyes to look upon him as he walked on past, and while he did his best to not worry too much about them, he still couldn’t help but wonder exactly what was going through their minds. He wasn’t even referring to the ones who were staring at him blankly, either, and were otherwise looking at him on account of not having anyone or anything else to project their attention on at the moment. Rather, he was thinking about the ones who were either looking him up and down as tough his very presence offended them or the ones who looked on him with such wide, fish-like eyes that he couldn’t help but ask himself if they’d ever seen the likes of him before in their lives. Truth be told, the more he thought about all the questioning, disdainful, or otherwise uneasy looks he was getting, the more uncomfortable he was starting to feel. Still, he kept his head held high, even as he finally sat down at one of the desks and took a good look at his surroundings…or at least until Brad clumsily smacked him with his backpack as he sat down right next to him, much to his irritation.

“Hey! Easy does it!” he cried out.

Brad took a gander over at Tyler. “Sorry,” he said sheepishly.

Tyler then heard some snickering coming from the side of him and, out of little more than instinct, swiveled around in his seat to find out precisely who was laughing at him. As he did, he could see for himself that in the corner of the room sat two boys, one of whom had beady eyes, a glaring gap between his two top front teeth, and the bushiest brown hair he’d ever seen in his life. The other boy wasn’t quite as remarkable as the first one, but hey, if nothing else, at least he was easier on the eyes Either way, Tyler could tell right off the bat that these two were bound to be trouble for him this year—something that he was not looking forward to in the slightest. Even so, he swallowed hard and tried his best not to give them any further than he’d already given them because really, they weren’t worth the attention. Then again, he wasn’t the only one who thought that, according to the words that he heard from nearby.

“Don’t pay any attention to those two. They make fun of so many other people that even they don’t know why they do it.”

Tyler turned his head in the direction of where the words were coming from and found himself staring directly into the plump-cheeked, Asiatic face of the boy sitting on the other side of him. As he regarded this other classmate of his closely, Tyler readily took note of the smile that played upon his face and the two rows or small, pearly white teeth that peeked out from between his lips. This smile, however, seemed rather sincere—not mocking or condescending or anything else of the sort, but quite genuine and amiable. On that note, then, Tyler felt at ease enough to smile back and exchange greetings with him.

“Oh, hey there!” he said as he stuck out his hand. “I’m Tyler.”

“I’m Tommy,” the other boy returned. “Nice to meet you, Tyler.”

Tommy then reached out and shook hands with Tyler, and as he did, Tyler thought, Gee…only my first day here, and already I’ve made two new friends. So far, so good. Speaking of friends, he could feel Brad nudge him across the aisle between their desks and, when he turned to look at him, see him gesture to himself as if to insist for an introduction. At first, Tyler was reluctant to do just that, seeing as how he was so forward with Miss Milton only moments earlier. Then again, he knew that refusing Brad’s request would be downright rude—a blemish upon his school year that he couldn’t afford to bring upon himself in the slightest, especially not at this stage of the game. Therefore, without further ado…

“Tommy,” he said as he turned back around, “I don’t know if you know him, but say hi to Brad here.”

Brad then gave Tommy a short wave and—just as the other boy began to wave back—instantly leaned forward and began to strike up a conversation with him.

“So,” Brad began, “are you a big fan of psychology?”

Tommy chortled with uncertainty and hesitated for a good long while before saying, “Um…I guess so. Why?”

Oh, boy…now it’s his turn, Tyler told himself. No sooner had he thought that, too, than Brad started on up with more or less the same spiel about all the things he’d told Tyler about only a minute or so prior in the hallway. Great…just what he needed to hear…more discussion about the human mind and how Brad had become so intrigued by how it worked. Not only that, but the fact that he was sitting between the two of them meant that Brad was buzzing in his ear again, only more directly as far as volume went, and from what he could hear with the other, it didn’t seem as though Tommy was all that interested in what Brad had to say. If anything, he was just sitting there smiling and nodding for the sake of being polite. Safe as it was to say, then, Tyler could find little else better to do to bide his time other than to let his eyes wander for the time being and take a closer look at each of his classmates, hoping to at least learn each of their faces and pick out more potential friends before class was officially underway. As he did, he just so happened to catch out of the corner of his eye something that he was surprised he hadn’t seen before, for in the very front of the classroom sat a girl who—believe it or not—appeared to be of the same lineage as he was. On top of that, as he noticed her conversing with the lanky blonde girl she was sitting next to, he could tell that she was quite pretty, what with the way she smiled with her pearly white teeth and how her eyes seemed to sparkle as she and the other girl chatted away with one another. Wow! Apparently, Tyler wasn’t the only black student in the entire school as he’d feared after all. Granted, the question still remained as to whether or not this other girl was as amiable as she looked, but hopefully, he’d discover the answer to that question soon enough. Indeed, her presence was enough to make him forget about the two boys who’d been laughing at him before, even if only for the time being. He would have loved to dwell on that little fact for a bit longer, too, except that the first bell of the day at long last rang, and once it did, Miss Milton stood up at the front of the room as if on cue and called for the attention of the entire class.

“Okay, everyone! It’s time to settle down and turn your attention up here, please.”

All the students in the room promptly quieted down and looked forward towards the front of the room as per Miss Milton’s instructions—everyone, that is, save for the two boys from earlier, who remained blissfully ignorant of what was going on and kept joking with one another as they clearly had been before. Miss Milton was quick to take note of them, however, and tried once more to quiet them down.

“Hey, fellas,” she said, “time for talking’s over. I need your attention up here, please.”

The two boys stopped talking at last and reluctantly turned their attention up front along with everyone else, albeit not without rolling their eyes in disgust at the very notion of them having to do so. Miss Milton made sure to thank them once they did, however, before continuing with her introduction.

“Thank you,” she said simply before clapping her hands and addressing her class as a whole. “Well, then, how is everyone this fine first day of school?”

The students responded in unison in a mishmash of answers—some openly showing their boundless enthusiasm for the school year to come, others being more reserved in expressing their hopes of the year at least going well, and even a couple of students openly expressing what Tyler at least hoped was little more than feigned displeasure. Regardless of how each particular student felt, however, it seemed as though Miss Milton was impressed with the response she was getting, so she felt no need to stop right then and there with her speech.

“Alright! Glad to hear it. I’m looking forward to this year myself, but before we get into that, allow me to introduce myself. My name is Miss Milton, and I’ve been teaching at this school for a solid five years now, so…”

A number of the students actually began applauding their teacher once she said this as if it were that grand an accomplishment, which took Tyler aback somewhat. All the same, he didn’t want to stick out from the crowd any more than he already did, so he decided to join in with them. Miss Milton seemed grateful to receive such applause, too, judging from how she was smiling and nodding in reaction to it even as it died down.

“Thank you!” she repeated. “I really appreciate that. More about each and every one of you. To tell you all the truth, though, I’m actually interested in finding out more about each and every one of you, so I’ll tell you how we’re going to go about doing just that.”

She then briskly walked on over to her desk and picked up the clipboard that had been sitting on it the entire time along with a black pen and began reading from the sheet of paper that had been attached to her clipboard.

“Okay, now,” she instructed, “as soon as you hear your name, please stand up from your desk and tell us a little something about yourself, starting with…Joyce Anderson.”

The lanky blonde girl who’d been sitting next to the  of the room bolted up from her seat almost as if she’d just sat on a tack and immediately began telling the class all about herself.

“Hey, everyone!” she greeted enthusiastically. “My name is Joyce Anderson. My family and I’d just gotten back from our summer vacation up in Nova Scotia, which I can’t wait to talk about on account of how a-maze-ing it was! Aside from that, though, I’m big into basketball and dancing, I’m currently involved in the park district’s cheerleading program, I love—love—all kinds of animals, and I’m definitely looking forward to this year of school because…well…I just have a good feeling about it. Simple as that.”

Joyce then sat back down with a broad smile on her face and the rest of the classroom—Tyler included—staring back at her blankly as they tried to absorb her exuberance. Miss Milton wasn’t quite as perplexed, however, and readily smiled back at her after hearing her response.

“Thank you, Joyce!” she replied. “I’m definitely looking forward to having you in my class this year as well—especially considering just how much energy you have.”

Joyce shrugged. “It’s a gift,” she said simply.

Some gift, Tyler said in his head, trying his best not to be too judgmental of this new classmate of his. She didn’t seem like too bad a girl, really, but truth be told, he wasn’t too sure if he could ever warm up to someone so…what was the word? Bubbly? Meh…maybe not, but it would do for the time being. At any rate, Miss Milton kept reading down her attendance list and called out the name of the next student.

“Roberta Andrews.”

Ah…Andrews, huh? Well, if nothing else, that was one more name beginning with the letter A, which gave Tyler time enough to wrack his brain in hopes of figuring out just what he was going to say. Then again, it didn’t exactly hurt that he had the luxury to sit back and listen to at least a couple more classmates tell the rest of the class who they were and what they were about. For the time being, then, he could take it easy for a moment or two and begin to feel at ease with his peers until eventually—inevitably—Miss Milton called his name after the third or fourth student had given his quick little self-narrative.

“Tyler Booth.”

Tyler paused for a second and took a deep breath to steady himself, then found himself looking to either side of him—first at Brad, then at Tommy, and then back to Brad—as he tried to make his final decision on what he wanted to say. As he did, he drew forth from them whatever strength he needed to believe in the notion of just being himself and not letting anyone get him down, and once he finally felt himself all brimming with gumption, he stood up from his desk, cleared his throat, and prepared to let everyone know just who he was.

“Hey, everyone,” he began. “I’m Tyler. My dad and I just moved into town not too long ago so that he could be closer to the place where he works. As for me personally, I’m pretty big into writing and reading, and I’m also pretty good at playing sports of all kinds.”

Miss Milton nodded pleasantly. “Interesting,” she remarked. “Is there anything in particular that you like to write about or any particular sport you prefer playing?”

Tyler shrugged. “Anything that comes to mind, more or less,” he answered plainly yet honestly. “A poem here, a short story there. Nothing too fancy. Same thing with sports. I don’t really have a favorite. I just like going outside every once in a while and getting some exercise every now and then to keep my body fit and my brain sharp.”

“I see. I also understand that your father has quite an interesting job. Would you like to tell the class what your dad does for a living?”

Tyler was quiet for a moment or two, contemplating to himself the words he’d use to describe his father’s occupation, then answered, “He’s a toy designer for Blue Rex Toys.”

The class murmured upon hearing this, and as he regarded his classmates, Tyler could see for himself that some of them were genuinely impressed with what he had just shared with them. This included Joyce and, more importantly, the girl who’d been sitting next to her, who were presently shifting their attention between each other and him as if to silently muse with one another over the fact that they were attending the same school as the son of a toy designer who was working for one of the nation’s biggest and best-known toy manufacturers. Indeed, it was hard for him to deny how great it felt to see the other girl beam at him with her pearly white smile, and maybe it was just his imagination, but did he perchance see a sparkle in her eyes as she looked upon him? Well, whatever the case, it was nice to see that he had caught her attention in a good way. Unfortunately, not everyone in the classroom was all too impressed to know Tyler’s father’s profession, judging from the extra-loud snicker he heard from the opposite front corner of the room. Reluctantly, he turned his attention in that direction and saw that the two boys from earlier were cracking up, much to his chagrin. He could feel the blood rush to his cheeks, too, as he heard them snorting like a couple of pigs mocking him for little more than honestly answering a question that he’d been asked. Rude as they were, though, he decided instead to simply keep his disgust to himself and carry talking to the rest of the class…that was to say, of course, if there was any chance of the duo doing him a favor of simply shutting up and bending in with the others, which sadly didn’t seem to be the case.

“Blue Rex, huh?” the bushy-haired one repeated. “You’ve got to be joking me. That company hasn’t put out a top toy line in years.”

Tyler scoffed. “Dude, what are you talking about?” he refuted. “Blue Rex has made plenty of top-selling toys: Super Duper Squirters, Karaoke Kids, Lullaby Critters…”

Pbth!” the second kid interjected. “Whoopee stinking do! All little kid stuff. You’d think that with a name like ‘Blue Rex,’ that stupid toy company would come up with at least one solid action figure lineup.”

“Action figures? You mean like the Justice Juniors?”

Again, the duo laughed him off, clearly unimpressed with hearing the name of Blue Rex’s most popular action figure series as yet. As they did, Tyler felt himself growing less and less at ease with himself with every second that passed by where he had to look at their ugly, gloating faces. Luckily, none of the other students felt like joining in on their little two-man bash fest against him, but that wasn’t really enough to keep him from wanting to hide his face in shame. He knew he had to stay strong, however, and as such kept his chin up to show everyone that their insults weren’t quite as hurtful to him as they actually were, even if only out of fear of offering them more ammunition with which to snipe him.

“Man, please!” the bushy-haired kid cracked. “The Justice Juniors are for little kids, too—just a bunch of kiddified Sentai Saviors who fight monsters who aren’t even bad news enough for Sesame Street. Honestly, if your old man’s company ever wants to be taken seriously, they’ve got to stop selling out to the twerps and start making stuff for the rest of us.”

“Alright, that’s enough,” Miss Milton scolded as she finally decided to step in. “I don’t know what your name is, young man, but you’d better—”

“It’s Randy, Miss Milton. Randy Voight,” the boy interrupted. He then gestured to the other boy and added, “This here is my buddy Scott Salnave, in case you’re wondering.”

Miss Milton breathed deeply to keep her composure before continuing, then said, “Very well, then, Randy. What I expect of both you and Scott right now is to quiet down and show a little respect towards Tyler. It’s his turn to speak, after all. You’ll have your turn soon enough.”

“Hey, we’re not saying anything bad about him, Miss Milton,” Scott chimed in to say. “We’re just voicing our opinion about the company his dad works for, and as far as we’re concerned—”

“No, Scott. As far as I’m concerned, you and Randy both need to keep your opinions about Blue Rex to yourselves. You don’t like Blue Rex toys? Fine. That’s your preference. Nobody else needs to hear about it, though, especially since it’s not the topic at hand. The least you two can do then, is show a little bit of respect while the rest of us find out more about Tyler. Is that understood?”

Neither boy bothered to answer Miss Milton and instead chose to look away with sullen dejection. Naturally, it wasn’t the reaction that the teacher was surely hoping to receive, Tyler presumed, but if it meant that the two boys would be quiet all the same, then so be it. At any rate, Tyler started gaining back a little confidence in himself, which was especially good for him, considering that Joyce was raising her hand—no doubt to ask him a question.

“Yes, Joyce?” Miss Milton responded.

Joyce lowered her hand and proceeded to ask, “So, Tyler, how often does your dad give you the opportunity to test the final product for any of the toys he’s responsible for designing?”

“Oh, pretty often,” Tyler answered. “Mostly, he gives me a good look at the final designs of the action figures and some of the more creative toys he comes up with. Same with some of the outdoor toys, too. Basically, he runs the idea of most of his stuff by me, and if I like the design and think there’s a cool idea behind what he’s making, I give it an a-okay.”

“Oh, yeah?” Scott piped back up to say. “What about the dolls? Does your old man let you playtest those as well?”

He and Randy then started laughing all over again at Tyler’s expense, which left Tyler standing there blushing—and breathing—harder than before. At first, he felt as though he was about to vomit, and for a moment, so did Tommy and Brad, who both stood up to hold him by his shoulders and console him right then and there. Thankfully, Miss Milton stepped in once again to take control of the situation on his behalf.

“Alright you two! Stop it!” she snapped. “That is it. One more insult out of either of you, and it’ll be a trip to the principal’s office. Now, don’t say another word.”

The boys hushed up immediately once again, not bothering to peer around them at the slew of angry faces that were glaring at them or offer an apology for their disruptive behavior. An angry silence then took over the room for quite some time as all eyes fell upon Randy and Scott, and an air of tension filled the room until Miss Milton spoke up again to take control of the situation.

“Thank you, Tyler. You may be seated.”

Tyler immediately thanked Miss Milton with a nod and sat back down, and though Brad and Tommy both tried to comfort him, he still couldn’t get over how embarrassed he was to have already been on the receiving end of two of his classmates’ bad attitudes. He did what he could to remind himself that Randy and Scott were only two out an entire classroom of twenty to thirty students, himself included, and that not every last one of his classmates were as rude and as rotten as those two were. Brad and Tommy were certainly easy enough to get along with, that was for sure, but even they weren’t enough to help him take his mind off the other two boys. In fact, even as he sat as his desk, he allowed his eyes to wander on over to those two and stared at them distrustfully, wondering to himself just exactly what they got out of making fun of him. After a while, though, he eventually shook his head and gave up on the matter. Really, though, what was the point? The fact stood either way that those two were trouble, period, and the less time he had to spend dealing with them, the better. After all, he had other things to concern himself with this year, and so long as those two kept their distance well enough, Tyler knew he could put his best foot forward and make the most out of his current situation. All he really needed was a chance…a chance to prove to himself and to everyone else that he had just as much a place at this new school of his as anyone else.

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Well, that pretty much does it for today. I hope you all enjoyed reading this first chapter in the book I’m currently working on, and I especially hope it was a nice diversion from the constant stream of poems I’ve been posting up on this blog recently. Unfortunately, I cannot promise exactly when I will be able to release this novel, but honestly, my goal is to have it published by a major publisher and become my first official book as a more widely recognized author than what I already am. Therefore, for anyone who has any kind of constructive feedback for this work so far, feel free to leave it in the comments section below, and in the meantime, thank you for reading.

Regards,

Dustin M. Weber

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  1. Hey, nice first chapter you’ve got here! You’ve done a great job introducing this boy Tyler to us and explaining his situation. I’ll definitely be looking forward to this book’s release, should you be fortunate enough to find an agent and a publisher who’ll do your book justice.

    Good luck, my friend!

    • Thanks for the encouragement. I’m glad you like what I’ve written. Feel free to subscribe to this blog for more entries like this. I know I’ll certainly have more to post, once I’m all done writing and editing this novel I’m describing here.

  2. Simply wanted to say, my friend, that this read was quite something. With this being only the first chapter of your novel, you certainly have some strong character development going on already for Tyler and Brad, and I’m even starting to love to hate the two bullies, Randy and Scott. I honestly tried looking for any serious flaws in your writing, too, and haven’ been able to find any. All I can say in the meantime, then, is good luck to you, buddy. I really hope this book of yours hits my local Barnes & Noble, that’s for sure.

  3. Just gotta say that this was an awesome read! Good luck in landing an agent. You definitely deserve one with a story like this, that’s for sure.

  4. Thanks for posting this. This was quite an enjoyable read! 🙂 Any chance, though, that we’ll be seeing more chapters from this book on your blog here?

    • First of all, thank you for your feedback. Secondly, I’ll be honest: I doubt that I’ll be posting any additional chapters here for fear of darn near giving the thing away for free on the Internet. If I manage to get the book published, however, I will give people notice abut its publication. That’s about as close as I can manage to what you’re inquiring about.

      Either way, once again, thank you for your response.

  5. Only an idiot would refuse to represent this book for publication and give it the “Best of Luck” treatment. I’m crossing my fingers for you all the same, though, my friend. Agents these days have proven to have VERY bad taste in books in recent years. Just look at Stephanie Meyer’s 118,000-plus-word-long debut novel Twilight–COMPLETELY contradictory to the whole “100,000 words or less” guideline for debut novels AND one of the most hated YA fantasy novels of all time for X, Y, and Z reasons–and that glorified smutfest Fifty Shades of Gray and its trilogy. Both book series have gained a lot of attention and praise over the years and crazed fanbases to boot, and yet, so many people utterly DESPISE these books.

    Call it a curse of the media, I guess; people just have really bad tastes these days and will settle for mediocrity rather than take the time and energy to appreciate something good for what it is. No wonder there are so many nostalgia junkies these days for everything related to the 1990s and 1980s, from movies and TV to books and music. Talent means nothing anymore; “marketability” does.

    All that said, then, good luck. You just might need it, I’m afraid.

    • I appreciate your kind words and your wishing me well. I hope this book makes it to bookstore shelves, too, and this year on top of that.

      Also, for your views on the media in general, I can’t help but agree. We here in America, leastways, have endured too much mediocre garbage for far too long, and things need to change for the better right now. We’ve already wasted so much time as it is, too, to make such a change, and I just hope that this year isn’t too late for us all to make that change. Don’t get me wrong, either; there is still plenty of good music, television, literature, etc. out there for everyone to enjoy. The problem is, however, that the scum (e.g., the Fifty Shades trilogy) has long floated to the top of this country’s media charts, and the talented people on the bottom (e.g., the works of F.E. Higgins) have been burned for just as long, and I honestly don’t know how reversible the damage is at this point.

      Anyway, all ranting aside, thanks for your support, and let’s all keep our fingers crossed for a better tomorrow.

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