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ALCATRAZ: THE LOST PEARL
by Aleshia Robinson












ABOUT ALCATRAZ THE LOST PEARL:




Fifteen year old Alcatraz is being chased. Born and raised in a loving family, she suddenly finds herself fending for her life on the streets of Los Angeles. Consumed with anger, hurt and confusion, Alcatraz turns to the spiritual realm to find life’s answers. While experimenting with pagan spells, Buddhist chants, and yoga sutras, she continually encounters a spirit who claims He is God. The Truth she learns from this spiritual quest introduces her to the unexpected world of divine healing, acceptance and unconditional love.







EXCERPT:



“Why don’t we flip for it?” Henry suggested reaching into his pocket pulling out a nickel. “If it’s heads we get the Apple Tart. Tails we get the Key Lime Pie.”



“That sounds like a fair deal to me,” Dad said. 



“No, I don’t want to do heads or tails with you, Henry, ’cause you know how to manipulate the coin to do what you want. Let’s do paper, scissors, rock,” I said.



“That’s fine. Paper, scissors, rock it is,” Natalie said, putting her book down and turning around to the back, facing me. 



“Well, if you guys are doing paper, scissors, rock then I want in.” Henry said, throwing down his video game to join the circle.



“That’s not fair. You shouldn’t have a say.” Natalie whipped around from me to face the front. “Dad, Henry is trying to order dessert when he knows it’s not his turn.” 



“Henry, let this be between your sisters now. Play fair.”

“Alright, fine. I’ll let the losers decide, but if I don’t like your choice then I get to choose the next two times we go out to eat.”



“Whatever,” Natalie and I simultaneously dismissed Henry and turned to face each other. The stage was set for paper, scissors, rock. A game where, no doubt, I was the undisputed champion. Being able to intuitively strategize my opponent’s hand I somehow repeatedly won with scissors. But since I knew Nat was aware of my wins with scissors, I set up the trap with paper because I knew she would start with rock.

“Are you ready?” Henry said, umpiring the round.



“Yep, I am,” I said confidently, knowing she was about to go down.



“Me too,” Nat replied.



“Alright, losers. Get your hands ready.”



“Henry,” Mom snapped sharply. “Stop calling your sisters losers. Now you apologize.” 



“What?” Henry shrieked. “Seriously, I’d rather give up my Steak Pizza at Hi Life than apologize to these two annoying brats.” 



Mom turned her whole body around but stopped halfway by Dad’s laughter, “Hey, that’s not a bad idea, honey. We could stand to save an extra thirty dollars.”



“Thomas Allen Boydstein! I know you are not laughing at your son!” 



“What?” He shrugged, still chuckling. “Cindy, the boy can eat. I say we invest his food money in an emerging growth fund and pay off his college tuition.” 



“Oh my goodness, Tommy.” Mom now broke out into laughter. “I don’t know what I am gon-” 



BANG! was all I heard before our Yukon swerved around to the right. Something blew out the front passenger tire and my dad lost complete control of the vehicle. As he mercilessly tried to jam on the brakes and avoid moving traffic, a U-Haul yielding onto the expressway slammed into the passenger door by Natalie and caused us to flip over several times down Interstate 5. I don’t quite remember all the details, but I do recall screaming, crying, and flying. 



Both Natalie and Henry unfastened their seatbelts in order to turn around and play paper, scissors, rock with me. So, as the truck flipped down the freeway, they flew from the ceiling to the floor along with the ice chest, food, video games, book bags, and my sketchbook. Once we flipped over the side rail our car finally came to a halt, upside down. 

I wasn’t knocked unconscious, but I wasn’t fully present, either. My eyes opened long enough to see through shattered glass the smoke and fire coming from under the hood. Nobody moved. Natalie lay face down with her upper body outside the window and her legs inside the vehicle pigeon toed. Henry landed in the fetal position to my right. I strained my neck to look for my parents but could see them from where I lay. I was stuck.









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ABOUT ALESHIA ROBINSON:






Aleshia Robinson is a lover of truth and freedom. Jesus freak. Sex trafficking activist. Missionary. Yoga and Pilates junkie. Wheatgrass fanatic. Decoupager. A spa, salon and restaurant enthusiast. Coffeehouse snob. Hotel hopper. Spanish lover. Latin dancing queen. Music worshipper. She also enjoy writing edgy Christian fiction that awaken souls to the true heart of God. Also, visit her at http://www.lovegodandtattoos.com/.












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