This past Saturday, I learned about framing oneself as an expert in your field.
Introducing HOT TICKET
I’ve been one busy bee lately, but I’m thrilled to introduce Hot Ticket, a middle grade mystery! Hot Ticket is book one of the Hot Ticket Trilogy, but don’t worry, you won’t be seeing blog posts about the second (Shame Ticket) or the third (No Ticket) any time soon!
Hot Ticket stars Juliet Robinson, the only sixth grader in John Jay Jr. High who hasn’t received a “hot ticket” from the mysterious ticket dispenser. When one of the dorkiest kids in school – Crammit Gibson – receives a ticket before she does, Juliet decides that the ticketing system has to stop. With the help of her best friend Lucy, a Daria-esque Madeline and her almost-crush Crammit, Juliet is determined to climb a few rungs on the middle school social ladder and catch the ticket dispenser once and for all!
I didn’t punch Cindy Newsome in the face on purpose.
I sat in the chair outside the principal’s door, swinging my legs back and forth and wondering how I could possibly convince Principal Kim the same thing. I knew it’d be hard, because a lot of people did want to punch Cindy Newsome in the face. And, this wasn’t exactly my first trip to the Principal’s.
The door opened, and Cindy Newsome walked out, an icepack held gingerly over her nose. She glared and gave me a “humph!” I looked down at my shoes.
“Juliet Robinson, this way please.” Principal Kim waved me towards the seat in front of her. She sat in her large mahogany chair, and leaned across the desk. She put her head in her hands.
“Okay Juliet, what happened this time?”
“I was late, well not late late, but going to be late for Herbert’s class-”
“Mr. Herbert, Juliet,” Principal Kim said.
“Okay, Mr. Herbert’s class. Anyway, my backpack was really heavy and I couldn’t run with it so I was trying to drag it down the hallway and then when I went to pull it in front of me, Cindy walked around the corner and my grip wasn’t very good so my backpack went flying and my fist that had my backpack also went flying… and it landed in Cindy’s face.”
I looked at Principal Kim.
“It was an accident, I swear.”
Principal Kim sighed.
“I believe you, Juliet. But do you understand that you could have broken Cindy’s nose?”
I nodded, though if I had broken her nose, there would have been a loud CRACK when my fist hit her. I know because my dad broke his nose. (I swear I had nothing to do with that either. Really.)
Juliet is a girl close to my heart, and I hope you enjoyed that piece of Hot Ticket!