…I left for real, got my Varsity, and rode it home, slow and angry, shaking my head slow, repeating this fine little mantra: “I’m gonna make you barf. I’m gonna to make you barf. I’m gonna make you barf.” That’s a little different than om shanti shanti shanti, which is about peace, not terror. Oh hell no. “I’m gonna make you barf.” That’s not Jerri’s mantra.
No peace, no justice. I’m gonna make you barf.
Hey! Ho! I’m gonna make you barf!
I, Felton Reinstein, was hot. Seriously hot. Boiling angry. Me, a good, very fast, potentially funny young man, with no naturally occurring ill intent toward anyone, had been completely mistreated forever. I’d had enough.
Hell no! We won’t go! I’m gonna make you barf!
Be sure to stop by Figment.com to hear author Geoff Herbach talk about abstractions in writing.
Ooh. Sounds like an exciting read. I read May B. last night, all in one sitting. Five minutes in I realized I couldn’t put it down!
I love Felton!
Football book? Glad to learn about it!
Caroline Starr Rose says
Mia, it is and it isn’t about football. It’s more about a boy who’s always been the nerd suddenly welcomed into sports because of a huge growth spurt, how he copes with his new status, how he deals with family heartache and first love. I’m the least sporty person around and loved it.