Title: Lilly Washington's Presidential Adventure
Category: MG
Genre: Contemporary
Word Count: 34,000
Pitch: When twelve-year-old Lilly Washington finds a mysterious diary with entries from the 1870s, she goes against the wishes of the school principal and embarks on a wild adventure to find an undiscovered time capsule mentioned within its pages. What she finds could uncover long lost secrets from the Civil War. That is, if she isn’t expelled first.
Question 1: In your MC's voice, what costume character do you relate most to and why?
I would dress up as my favorite U.S. President, Abe Lincoln, for Halloween because he represents honesty, integrity, and a fighting spirit, all things that I strive for every day. If everyone had a little of Abe Lincoln in them, the world would be a much more peaceful and accepting place.
Question 2: As an author, what makes your manuscript a tasty treat (aka marketable/unique)?
My manuscript contains funny and unique characters with names based on past presidents, including the main character, Lilly Washington, daughter of George and Martha Washington, and her best friend, Madison James. In the story, Lilly finds a diary filled with fun historic information from the 1870s that leads her on a quest to find a buried time capsule, which is a fun way to weave history into a story that appeals to both boys and girls.
First 200 Words:
Sunlight pours in my bedroom window like a cheerful smile, even though the day I've been dreading all summer is here. The first day of middle school. New school. New kids. New teachers. Higher expectations. Commence freak-out.
My stomach flip flops as I pace back and forth across my room. After seven full steps, I stop, coming face to face with Abe Lincoln. Most of my friends have posters of Justin Bieber hanging on their walls. I prefer Abe.
Turning on my heel, I recite the Gettysburg Address out loud. It's the one thing that always calms me down.
“Four score and seven years ago our fathers brought forth ...”
"Lilly, breakfast,” my mom yells from downstairs in a singsong voice.
“...on this continent a new nation ...”
"Come on, come on, come on. We're already late." My little brother Teddy sticks his head in the door and waves his arm at me to follow him. He's wearing the Thomas the Train shirt he’s been begging to wear every day for weeks.
"I'll be down when I'm ready." It comes out mean. It usually bothers me if I make him feel bad, but his morning it doesn't.
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