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Here is a sample chapter of the book, "Hollow:

Chapter 37.

Chaska, Minnesota. My last day of middle school was pretty good. I had friends. And the bullying on me stopped. But the ass hole bullies picked on and beat up other students. One day at lunch, there was a new girl that attending her last year of middle school too. This girl was kind off chubby, but in my eyes, beautiful. She was SO shy though. There was a table at lunch where these girls, all bitches, immediately started harassing this new girl, Samantha, who was wearing a pretty flower dress. That pissed me off. Who the fuck did they think they were? And their jock boyfriends would encourage them as they yelled fat jokes at her and hit her with multiple items of food they were throwing. I just stood by watching all this pathetic shit. Then, all of a sudden, Samantha was hit with several plastic cups of juice! They all hit her in the chest and busted open; completely ruining Samantha’s dress! She stood up and ran away. I approached the bitches. “What’s your fucking problem?” Their jock boyfriends stepped in and asked me if I had a problem. Before I walked away I said, no, I don’t have a poblem.” I felt so bad for Samantha. She looked like she was in tears while she was running away. At that time I had been mowing lawns after school because I want to make enough money to buy a new video camera.

A couple of weeks later Samantha was back in school. She was sitting in the lunchroom at a table by herself. I was at a table with a couple of friends. I had a small box with me. They asked me what it was. I told them and they were surprised. I went over to Samantha’s table and sat down. Immediately she said, in a startled tone, “what are you doing?” She started to stand up and walk away and I interrupted her. “No. Please don’t go. I have something for you.”

She stood there with the most puzzled look on her face while literally everybody in the lunchroom watched all this unfold.  After standing their for a moment, she sat down.

“I saw what happened when your dress was ruined.”

“yeah, so.”

“I cut grass after school for extra cash. I used the money to buy you something.”

I slide the box to her. She’s looking like, ‘what the hell is going on,’ while I sat there scared to death about what her reaction will be. She looks at me then opens the box. She gets pretty emotional for a second or two then smiles. She pulls out what’s inside the box. I bought her a new dress. She absolutely couldn’t fucking believe what she was holding as everybody in the room looked on, then went back to ignoring us.

“Why did you do this?”

“because those ass holes messed up your dress and I thought it was pretty. And so I wanted to get you a new dress. She didn’t know what to say. But she was happy.

Very happy that somebody was giving her positive attention, rather than negative attention by bulling her. After that, we became very close. About a week later she wore the dress to school. We sat together at lunch. She was worried that those same bitches were going to ruin her dress again.

I assured her that everything was going to be all right. “I’ll protect you,” I said to her. And amazingly, the dress fit her pretty good. I was right when picking up the size. I bought the dress at Sears. A couple of weeks later, Samantha and I became boyfriend and girlfriend. I was not only damn proud that I had my first real girlfriend, but I was damn proud it was Samantha. One day; a couple of weeks after we had our first kiss, she wanted to invite me over to her house to hang out. Her mom was picking her up after school. I was thrilled to death that she wanted to hang out with me. I said, “sure! That would be great. My dad is picking me up after school because I don’t feel like taking the bus home because everybody picks on me and bullies me. But I’ll have my dad drop me off at your house.”

“Don’t you want to ride with us to my house?”

“I would. But my dad is expecting me when he picks me up. He is taking me to buy some new shoes after school, since Erick, that bully ass hole, took them from me to keep for himself.”

“Oh, okay. That works. Here’s my address.”

Samantha wrote down her address, and her phone number. “Cool,” I said. We exchanged a quick kiss. Later, I found some new shoes that I really liked. Dad bought me two pairs of the same shoes. This way if Eric took them away from me again, I’d have an emergency reserve pair.

After I got my shoes dad brought me to Samantha’s house. When we stopped at her house there was a police car parked there.

Dad waited in the car while I went up to the door and knocked. Moments later, Samantha’s grandmother, Judith, answered the door. I could tell just by looking at her that she had been crying.

“Is Samantha here?”

She opened the door wide and stood there. “Samantha told me a lot obout you, Mike.” I had no idea what was going on. She came outside where I was standing and gave me a big long; strong hug.”

“What’s going on? Where’s Samatha?”

Judith sat me down on a bench on the porch while holding my hand and sobbing.

“Mike. Samantha and her mom were in an accident. A terrible car accident on the way home.”

“Well, what hospital is she in? My dad can take me.” I looked away and saw that dad had riven away/”

“She’s not at a hospital, Mike.”

“Well, where is she?”

Judith squeezed my hand hard.

“Samantha and her mom were just killed by a drunk driver.”

Then Judith completely lost it, as did I; bursting out on tears. A little over a week later, I attended an open casjet viewing of Samanth and her mom.

Samantha was wearing the pretty dress I bought her.