Here are two more excerpts from Book 2 unedited and in no particular order :) And check out Chapter 27 of Book 1.
BOOK 2, DRAFT 1 EXCERPT Excerpt 1:
Ronnie and Everett had been working on their airplanes over
the passed week, building them and now painting them and were almost finished. Ronnie had run out of red paint and was
sharing Everett’s, but now Everett was running low too.
“How far are you?” Ronnie asked.
“I’m almost done,” Everett
Ronnie grinned at his brother. “Bet I could beat you,” he challenged.
rolled his eyes. Ronnie’s
competitiveness could be so annoying.
“I just want to finish my airplane,” Everett stated.
Ronnie looked disappointed, but continued painting. The boys painted for a while longer when the
red paint ran out.
“Damn,” Ronnie said.
looked toward the kitchen to make sure their mother hadn’t heard Ronnie say a
bad word. They had learned a couple bad
words from Jay’s older brothers, Thirteen year old Vincent and eleven year old
Alfonzo. They knew that saying them
around their parents would get them into trouble. They’d be grounded for a week which meant no
playing with friends, no books, no radio, nothing fun. Their mother hadn’t seemed to have heard and
for that, Everett
was relieved. He looked back at Ronnie
and the empty red paint cup.
“I need red to finish,” Ronnie sighed.
“I saw some in dad’s work shed,” Everett said, but immediately regretted
saying so. He did not want to go out by
the woods at night where the shed was.
“Great!” Ronnie cried, “go get it.”
said slowly, “I think it’s for painting houses though.”
Ronnie frowned, “It will still work, I think.”
“Why don’t you just use another color,” Everett suggested.
“Because I already started with red and it will look stupid
if I use another color. Now come on, go
get the red paint from dad’s shed.”
“Why don’t you go get it?
You’re the one who needs it.”
“Because you know where it is,” Ronnie stated. Then he paused and studied his sandy-haired
“You’re not scared, are you?”
said, “why would you think that?”
“Well then go get it.”
“You’re scared,” Ronnie cried and began making chicken
noises at his brother. Everett got up defiantly.
“Ronnie, stop it,” he said, “I’m going to get it.”
He got up and headed toward the cupboard where they kept the
keys. He stood on his tiptoes and got
the keys to their dad’s shed.
“Be careful of the boogeyman,” Ronnie said in a spooky
voice. Everett rolled his eyes at his brother.
“I’ll be right back,” Everett
said and headed to the kitchen.
He knew that if he stalled anymore, Ronnie’s calling him a
chicken would continue. He may even end
up telling Jay, Eugene,
and the other boys. He did not want his
friends thinking he was a chicken. And
he wasn’t a chicken. He couldn’t be a
chicken. He wasn’t a baby anymore. He was seven.
went to the kitchen to let his mom know where he was going.
After their parents had left, Everett turned onto his side and began to
fall asleep when he saw a small light flicker on at Ronnie’s side of the
room. Everett knew what it was. It was Ronnie’s small flashlight. He then heard a rustling sound coming from
Ronnie’s bed. Sure enough, Ronnie had
gotten the pulp thriller back out and was looking at it in the dark. Everett
began to close his eyes when Ronnie began to call him over.
“Come over here,” Ronnie said.
replied, slightly annoyed.
“Because you have to check this out,” Ronnie said.
sighed and got out of bed. He knew
Ronnie wasn’t going to give up until he got Everett to come over. Everett’s
feet touched the rug that was between their beds and he walked over to Ronnie’s
“You know we’ll get in big trouble if mom and dad come in
and see us,” Everett
“They won’t be in to check on us for a while. Come here,” Ronnie said, scooting over and
making room for Everett. Everett
sat on the bed next to his twin.
“Now take a look at this,” Ronnie said handing the magazine
over to his twin. It was a picture of a
pretty young woman, possibly their mother’s age or a couple years younger. She was posing rather seductively in a
“Check out her gams,” Ronnie said.
frowned. “Her what?”
“That’s a word for legs!
Geeze, Everett! What planet are
looked at his brother. Ronnie sometimes
teased him about not being up to date with ‘man things.’ Ronnie learned a lot of this stuff from Jay
who had picked it up from Vincent.
Vincent had a few teenaged friends which is where Everett guessed Vincent had heard such things
from. Everett did have to admit, though, that the
woman in the picture was very pretty.
But then he remembered that Jay and Ronnie had proposed that their group
of boys have a He-Man Woman Haters Club after they had seen a few episodes of
“Our Gang” at the cinema.
“So tell me again why you and Jay want us to have a He-Man
Woman Haters Club if you like looking at pictures of girls. That doesn’t make much sense,” Everett said.
“Yes it does,” Ronnie said, “girls like her are different
from the annoying girls here in town.”
began to answer but they heard footsteps heading toward their room. Everett
quickly sprung out of Ronnie’s bed, dashing back into his while Ronnie turned
out his flashlight, hiding it and the magazine back under the covers. They had just pulled their blankets up to
their chins when their father opened the door, spilling light in from the