Brenda Drake Writes is hosting the Can We Guess Your Character's Age Blogfest! I'm supposed to post the first 250 words of my manuscript and here, and everyone can guess how old he is in order to find out whether his voice matches his age. See more details about the contest here.
Meet Jack Cooper, from my newly untitled (I'm working on coming up with a brand, spanking new title) manuscript . . .
It wasn’t every day that Jack Cooper got the tar beat out of him, or even most days. But it happened often enough that his mother merely sighed when he walked in with a bloody nose and holes in his semi-new jeans. Jack shot her one sullen look as he dropped his book bag onto the kitchen table and grabbed a pack of frozen peas from the freezer. She put down the fluffy, white miniature poodle she held and fussed over her son.
“What happened pumpkin?” Lissy Cooper asked, pushing the peas aside to better inspect his nose.
He pulled his chin out of her hand and placed the cold bag back on his aching face. “I tripped and accidentally ran into Ricky Navardo’s fist.”
She puckered her lipstick pink lips in concern. “Oh, baby. Do I need to speak with Principal White again?”
“No mom, I’d rather you not tattle on me,” he snapped.
“Okay okay,” she held up her hands in acquiescence. “But someone needs to do something about that nasty Navardo boy. He’s picked on you for nearly two years now.”
Jack rolled his eyes. “Something tells me discussing it with the principal won’t help.” He headed for the back stairs leading up to his room.
“Where you goin’ hon?”
“To throw myself out a window,” he muttered.
“Well, if you want something to eat later just come down and I’ll make it for you,” she called to his disappearing back.
Not bothering to answer, Jack shut his door and dropped onto the bed. His mother had a point; Ricky Navardo was a menace.
Thanks for reading! Let me know what you think Jack's age is (or any other comments you may have)!