Oddly, for Mike Fitzroy, it's trying to avoid the popular
crowd that gets him into trouble.
To Mike, St. Brigid High, despite its elite reputation, was
just another stop on a long, wandering road. He figured it wouldn't be any
different from any of the others he's been in and out of over the years.
Boy, did he call that one wrong.
Initially offered a chance to join the in-crowd, Mike
instead falls for the wrong girl (twice), makes the wrong friends (the Lepers)
and ends up on the wrong side of Lee (the sophomore class's golden boy and lead
bada**). And all because Mike breaks his own rules--head down, don't get
involved, and wait 'til Dad moves the family again. Caring makes life
But when Lee and his Six Stooges start pushing, Mike can't
push back. He made a promise--no more fighting. The last time cost way too
So now he's stuck. Defend himself and his friends by
breaking his word or give up, take the beating and try to go back to following
his rules? Can he live with either choice?
WELCOME TO THE LEPER COLONY, a contemporary YA novel, is
complete at 94,000 words. It can work as a standalone novel, but is meant to be
the first in a six book series.
Thanks for your time and consideration.
WELCOME TO THE LEPER COLONY
Chapter 1: At Least the Natives Are Friendly…
Some days just aren’t worth waking up for. High school seems
to have a lot of them.
“Hey, Snowbird, think fast!”
There's the soft thump of shoe-on-soccer ball, followed by a
loud whistle of air. And from the Doppler shift of the whistle, it's heading
right for me.
I glance up from my book and lean right. The ball hurtles
past my head, ricochets off the palm tree behind me, and flies back.
Looks like their aim's
improving, if not their hospitality.
The ball clips the top of the low retaining wall in front of
me (the one that marks the drop-off to the main field where the rest of the
herd roams), angles up enough to hit one of the goons in the chest, staggering
I go back to my reading as whichever one it hit yells,
“You're dead, loser.”
Don’t they ever get tired of this? Apparently not.
“Nice moves, Snowbird.” Sounds like Lee, the local King Bada**,
at least for the sophomore class. And since this is the underclassman’s lunch,
that seems to make him the big dog here.
But if Lee’s offering even sarcastic compliments, I guess it
didn’t hit one of his boys.
More’s the pity. No,
I'm not going there any more. Better to just let it go. Too bad. Whatever, it’s too hot anyway.