An Excerpt from The 25th Hour (Book One in The Adventures of Mackenzie Mortimer):
Tucker folded a note and passed it down the row. Mackenzie’s
eyes followed its path, horrified to see it end its sojourn through the
classroom at Vanessa Carlyle’s desk. Mackenzie’s heart skipped a beat, as the
teenaged heiress read the note and smiled at Tucker.
Omigod! No, this is not happening, Mackenzie thought.
Tucker Bryant is not going after my girl, even if she doesn’t know she’s my
girl yet. He watched Tucker wink at her. He’s trying to use his hero
status to impress her. But I’m the real hero. All he did was come in at the end
and slug a guy from behind. What could she possibly see in that jerk, anyway? Mackenzie
studied the larger, more muscular boy, grudgingly admitting he was handsome. He
glanced at the window and saw the awkward adolescent looking back at him.
Junior high was such an unfair place, he thought. The hallways teemed with
baby-faced kids a few months out of elementary school and others, shaving peach
fuzz from their lips or preparing to drive their first car, ready to enter high
school. Mackenzie was convinced somewhere in the school building was a door
marked “puberty” through which each student eventually passed to attain their
mature physiques. What he couldn’t understand was how someone like Tucker, his
same age, had managed to cut so far ahead of him in line.
Time is running out… fortunately, Mackenzie Mortimer has a few more minutes than anyone else!
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