Title: LILLY WASHINGTON'S PRESIDENTIAL ADVENTURE
Genre: MG Contemporary/Adventure
Word Count: 38,000
Not many twelve-year-old girls have posters of the founding fathers hanging on their bedroom walls. But Lilly Petunia Washington isn't your average twelve year old. Lilly is an Abe Lincoln fangirl who's been able to recite the U.S. Presidents since she was three. With parents named George and Martha Washington, Lilly's status as history nerd extraordinaire is hardly a surprise.
With the first day of middle school rapidly approaching, Lilly joins her best friend, Madison James, on a trip to her family's historic farmhouse in the country for one last summer hurrah. In a rush to find a lost iPad filled with the latest boy band hits, she trips on a wooden floor plank. Examining the cause of her fall, she finds a mysterious diary hidden underneath a loose board. And not just any diary. A diary written over one hundred fifty years ago by twelve-year-old Lizzy Johnson, who just happened to be born on the same day Abe Lincoln was assassinated. Commence fangirl freak-out.
Convinced the diary pinpoints the location of an unfound time capsule on the middle school campus, Lilly attempts to persuade the meanest principal ever to dig it up. But when Principal Adams refuses her requests, Lilly takes matters into her own hands. Her wild quest to find the time capsule has the potential to solve a hundred year old mystery concerning missing Civil War artifacts. And maybe even link her own family to a certain Civil War-era President. That is, if she isn't expelled first.
LILLY WASHINGTON'S PRESIDENTIAL ADVENTURE is a Middle Grade novel complete at 38,000 words.
Not very many people know Thomas Jefferson invented the coat hanger. Or that Ulysses S. Grant got a twenty dollar speeding ticket for riding his horse too fast down a busy Washington street. Lucky for me, my photographic memory and talent for retaining all kinds of useless trivia is exactly what landed me a spot in the Jeopardy kid's tournament of champions this summer.
I didn't make it past the first round, though. I froze every stinking time the red light on top of the camera flashed on. Stupid nerves.
My eye wanders from the photograph of myself standing behind the Jeopardy podium to the Mt. Rushmore calendar hanging next to my desk. It’s August 27, Lyndon B. Johnson’s birthday. I draw a red circle around all of the presidential birthdays with my Sharpie pen. There are five of them this month.
“Lilly!” My mom’s voice floats upstairs. “Finish packing. You don’t want to keep Mr. James waiting.”
“Be right down!” I yell back.
My duffle bag is so full I can’t zip it all the way, so I leave it gaping open, like it’s puking a rainbow of rumpled clothing. I drag it behind me, letting it thump on each step.
Downstairs, Mario Brothers is blasting so loud on the TV that my ears ring.
“Teddy, turn that down.” My dad kicks off his sneakers in the entryway and takes off his cycling helmet. His hair is sticking up in sweaty clumps all over his head. “Where are you off to?”