Through The Storm

Summary: A storm of epic proportions is building in the Midwest and tearing eastward. As Lakewood’s third grade class heads to camp, this epic monstrosity comes barreling towards their home. Can anyone survive? Can also be found here on ff.net.

CHAPTER THREE

The mood of the camp was summed up in one word: Bummed. The kids were annoyed to wake up and discover their one and only late-night astronomy lesson was canceled due to impending rain. Kids grumbled and mumbled about not ever having any fun, so the adults met during activities to decide what to do.

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Through the Storm

Summary: A storm of epic proportions is building in the Midwest and tearing eastward. As Lakewood’s third grade class heads to camp, this epic monstrosity comes barreling towards their home. Can anyone survive? Can also be found here on ff.net.

CHAPTER ONE

Mr. Ratburn’s class met up behind the school’s gym, backpacks loaded with supplies for their annual retreat. Parents and fundraising had paid for the excursion, which would take many students farther than they’d ever gone—into Canada to a resort straight from Nigel’s childhood. He’d gone plenty of times as a summer camp, but this was a late spring trip to celebrate the coming end to the school year. Yes, that meant extra work beyond just planning a trip because the students needed passports, but everyone was willing.

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Rising Waters

Summary: A flood is headed to Elwood City. While the children don’t know what to make of it, the adults have a good idea of what’s about to go down…yet even they will be wrong. First story for my new Disasters series. Can also be found here on ff.net.

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Space Camp

Summary: A rich donor pays to send one student per 3rd grade class in the district to space camp. The administrators for Lakewood Elementary meet to decide who should go on the trip. Who will they pick? Will their decision change lives?

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Mr. Ratburn’s class filed into the Lakewood Elementary gym behind Miss Sweetwater’s class. Even the teachers didn’t seem to know why they were there as the students sat cross-legged on the gym floor in neat rows. At the front of the room, Principal Haney was with a man no one recognized, chatting and laughing with him before the start of the assembly. Students murmured to each other, all of them wondering what this was about without any good answers.

After a few minutes, Principal Haney grabbed a microphone from Miss Tingley. Feedback filled the room with an uncomfortable ringing, and once it was over, the assembly began. Principal Haney cleared his throat, “Good morning, children. I want to thank all of you for coming on such short notice, but I just got a message from my good friend Mr. Matthews. Mr. Matthews, why don’t you tell the children why you’re here?”

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