Title: LILLY WASHINGTON'S PRESIDENTIAL ADVENTURE
Genre: MG Contemporary
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 and their birthdays since she was four. With parents named George and Martha Washington, Lilly's love of all things history 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 the 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 containing never before found Civil War artifacts on the middle school campus, Lilly attempts to persuade the principal to dig it up. When he refuses her requests, Lilly takes matters into her own hands. Her wild quest to find the time capsule has the potential to turn her into a superstar. That is, if she isn't expelled first.
LILLY WASHINGTON'S PRESIDENTIAL ADVENTURE is a Middle Grade novel complete at 38,000 words.
T minus three days until the first day of middle school. New school. New kids. New teachers. Higher expectations. Initiation. Ugh. Every time I think about it, my stomach flips upside down, like I’ve just gotten off a roller coaster. The first day of sixth grade is no joke.
I glance at the Mt. Rushmore calendar hanging next to my desk. It’s August 27, Lyndon B. Johnson’s birthday. With a Sharpie pen, I put red circles around all of the presidential birthdays this month. There are five of them.
Pushing thoughts of school from my mind, I walk in a circle around my room, gathering items and throwing them into my blue duffle bag. I’m heading out to the country with my best friend, Madison James, this weekend. Her grandmother owns a farm a half hour outside of town. I plan on taking advantage of my last weekend of freedom before school starts.
When I have packed half of everything I own, I try to close the bag, but it’s seriously over-stuffed and the sleeve of my favorite green t-shirt gets stuck in the zipper. I yank on it a few more times, then give up, leaving the mouth of the bag gaping open, like it’s puking a rainbow of rumpled clothing. The bag is so heavy, I drag it down the stairs and it it thump, thump, thumps on each step down.
At the bottom of the stairs, a video game is blasting so loud my ears ring.
"Where are you off to?"