The Assassin Trials - Sneak Peek
Hello everyone,
To build up suspense for my book, The Assassin Trials, I have a sneak peek for those who would like to read it! I am so excited and I hope you enjoy it.
This sneak peek is in the first chapter. We are centering on our main protagonist, Bridget Solomon. She is your average student who doesn't like to cause trouble. This first scene is made to feel suspenseful and powerful. Maybe even making sure that Bridget (and the reader, YOU!) feel powerless.
I hope you enjoy!
- Amy :)
Preparation “I’ll get the door!” I called as I set the sponge down in the sink. Normally, I would ring it out, but I knew it was probably a neighbor who wanted to repurchase eggs. Most knew by now that they could take as many eggs as needed and then stick the money in the mailbox. It was an honor system that worked well. However, we still had a couple of people who were uncomfortable and didn’t want to take the chances that someone thought they were scamming us. We wouldn’t mind though. A neighbor always helps a neighbor when in need. I made sure to wet my fingers and slick back any stray hairs that sprung out from my ponytail first. My mom always said to look nice for neighbors. “What can I help you with?” I asked as soon as I opened the door.
My smile quickly faded when I saw two men in forest green standing on my front porch. At their feet were huge black mud boots that went past their knees. As my eyes traveled up, I saw the green onesie until it reached their black gloved hands, and hazmat mask. By the time that my eyes could see the lighted green dots where their eyes should be, my smile was completely gone and I turned back to yell for my mom.
I should have rung that sponge out because I would not be returning to do those dishes.
Before my mom could get to the door, one of the gloved hands reached out and grabbed my arm. I resisted and looked back to see if my mom was coming yet. I had to see her before I left. I braced my feet against the carpet but as I got dragged toward the door, I felt the rug burn beginning to affect the soles of my feet. However, I knew lifting would only make it easier for them to get me in their van.
As soon as my feet hit the porch, I screamed at the top of my lungs for my dad. I was hoping he was somewhere in the barn and not yet in the fields. He would never hear my screams from there. Maybe I could stir up our cows and pigs to get someone’s attention.
I just wanted to say goodbye first.
“What is with all of this ruckus?” my dad asked as he came out of the barn. He already had his overalls stained with the oil needed for our equipment but for once, I wasn’t embarrassed to see him. He dropped hold of the rag in his hands and ran straight for me. “Darling, I love you so much!”
He knew not to get close enough to the green folk or else he would be zapped with electricity. It came from the rod they held in their hands. However, it didn’t harm them. It must have been from where they held it.
“Tell mom I love her too!” I yelled.
“I’m right here, baby!”
I arched my neck to try and take a glimpse of her, but I already heard the van doors open. Once all three of us were in, I was able to see a glimpse of my mom in her pretty blue Sunday dress hugging my dad in his greasy, stained overalls. It was probably the most affection I’ve seen from both in quite some time.
All it took was for them to lose their daughter to show it.
To build up suspense for my book, The Assassin Trials, I have a sneak peek for those who would like to read it! I am so excited and I hope you enjoy it.
This sneak peek is in the first chapter. We are centering on our main protagonist, Bridget Solomon. She is your average student who doesn't like to cause trouble. This first scene is made to feel suspenseful and powerful. Maybe even making sure that Bridget (and the reader, YOU!) feel powerless.
I hope you enjoy!
- Amy :)
Preparation “I’ll get the door!” I called as I set the sponge down in the sink. Normally, I would ring it out, but I knew it was probably a neighbor who wanted to repurchase eggs. Most knew by now that they could take as many eggs as needed and then stick the money in the mailbox. It was an honor system that worked well. However, we still had a couple of people who were uncomfortable and didn’t want to take the chances that someone thought they were scamming us. We wouldn’t mind though. A neighbor always helps a neighbor when in need. I made sure to wet my fingers and slick back any stray hairs that sprung out from my ponytail first. My mom always said to look nice for neighbors. “What can I help you with?” I asked as soon as I opened the door.
My smile quickly faded when I saw two men in forest green standing on my front porch. At their feet were huge black mud boots that went past their knees. As my eyes traveled up, I saw the green onesie until it reached their black gloved hands, and hazmat mask. By the time that my eyes could see the lighted green dots where their eyes should be, my smile was completely gone and I turned back to yell for my mom.
I should have rung that sponge out because I would not be returning to do those dishes.
Before my mom could get to the door, one of the gloved hands reached out and grabbed my arm. I resisted and looked back to see if my mom was coming yet. I had to see her before I left. I braced my feet against the carpet but as I got dragged toward the door, I felt the rug burn beginning to affect the soles of my feet. However, I knew lifting would only make it easier for them to get me in their van.
As soon as my feet hit the porch, I screamed at the top of my lungs for my dad. I was hoping he was somewhere in the barn and not yet in the fields. He would never hear my screams from there. Maybe I could stir up our cows and pigs to get someone’s attention.
I just wanted to say goodbye first.
“What is with all of this ruckus?” my dad asked as he came out of the barn. He already had his overalls stained with the oil needed for our equipment but for once, I wasn’t embarrassed to see him. He dropped hold of the rag in his hands and ran straight for me. “Darling, I love you so much!”
He knew not to get close enough to the green folk or else he would be zapped with electricity. It came from the rod they held in their hands. However, it didn’t harm them. It must have been from where they held it.
“Tell mom I love her too!” I yelled.
“I’m right here, baby!”
I arched my neck to try and take a glimpse of her, but I already heard the van doors open. Once all three of us were in, I was able to see a glimpse of my mom in her pretty blue Sunday dress hugging my dad in his greasy, stained overalls. It was probably the most affection I’ve seen from both in quite some time.
All it took was for them to lose their daughter to show it.
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