Have you ever been bullied to the point of tears? Jesse’s dream of raising a family was well underway. Having married the woman of his dreams who also gave birth to his first son four years ago, he was in a happy place. Making more money and seeing a lasting future with Romans’ Dairy. Just as his father, William had been bullied his whole life. Doomed to be stigmatized as a nerd because of his looks and demeanor, there was no escaping the cruelty. Having tried several different methods to ward off the constant battering, William knew there was only one way to defeat the persecution. Jesse’s long-time friend, John, is thrown into a world of pain and before they know it both of their realms are hurtling toward elimination.
Targeted Age Group:: 12 and up
What Inspired You to Write Your Book?
Continuing the series with Jesse and I have seen the topic of this book first hand.
How Did You Come up With Your Characters?
Resembling friends and people I have observed.
Book Sample
William Holbert was an unassuming man; everything about him screamed standard working-class geek. Black rimmed glasses as thick as the bottom of a pop bottle made his blue eyes look massive. The bowl he placed on his head to cut his hair was the same one his mother used on him and his father. Employed in the world of software he was allowed to dress in jeans, sneakers with a casual shirt as long as it was clean and did not announce any outlandish phrases. He carried a backpack that obviously catered to a laptop computer as well as a few personal items, like sunglasses, a water bottle and the current book he was reading.
Not a fan of raising his blood pressure by driving in heavily congested traffic within the city of Denver, Colorado, he chose to ride public transit. The commute to his cubicle consisted of a half mile walk on each end with one bus ride and one train ride in between. Twenty minutes on the bus then a fifteen-minute layover near the train boarding area avoiding the countless drunks and cigarette smokers. It seemed everyone smoked cigarettes these days. He had complained to the RTD, Regional Transportation District, customer service line about the cigarette smokers leaning against the pole that held a sign stating Please refrain from smoking in this area, for your fellow passengers. The complaints went unanswered, probably unread as well. By nature, he believed that cigarette smokers were incredibly rude people and that customer service no longer existed.
William walked with a slouch that helped him keep his eyes looking down and averted to avoid any potential contact with other prying eyes. Once in a while he would display a small amount of personality, by wearing a sports jersey supporting one of the local teams, usually the Denver Broncos. Most people disregarded him as a grumpy scared asocial individual. They were not far off. The thirty-five-minute train ride usually consisted of reading a few pages before falling asleep with his arm over his backpack in the seat next to him and his head against the window. The book was usually on the floor next to the page marker, which he would then spend half of the next ride trying to determine where he had left off.
Feeling the seat across from him shift he knew that someone had sat down, not bothering to look at his new seat companion, falling right back into his nap. After a few more stops were announced over the loud audio system he felt the backpack being pulled away. Coming out of his half sleep, grabbing onto his backpack he looked at the culprit’s sinister smile noticing he was a much younger stronger man. He managed to wrap his hand around one of the shoulder straps just to be yanked out of his seat to a standing position. The stranger smiled even bigger as he raised his arm punching William directly in the nose. Collapsing back into the seat smacking his head against the window, the thief was not finished, jumping forward and slugging him in the right eye once again bouncing his head off of the plexiglass window.
Nobody had come to his aid and the thief managed to jump off the train as the doors were closing, backpack strapped over his shoulders. He did not expect anyone to step-in, lord knows he wouldn’t, and it was not the first time this had happened. An older lady sitting two rows away had witnessed the whole assault. She casually walked over sitting in the seat across from him holding out a tissue.
“Are you ok, young man?”
William looked at her shyly, “I think so.”
“You have a bloody nose, take this to help clean up, I have more.”
“Thank you.”
She then reached down picking up his glasses, “You’re lucky your glasses fell off with the first punch. The second one would have surely broken them.” She kept looking at him, but William did not reply. Once again reaching down to the floor and handing him his book, “Well at least he didn’t steal the most important thing.”
“My book?”
“No, your life.” With that she smiled at him then stood exiting the train at the next stop.
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