Title: Tomboy Rules: Blossoms Are Always Prepared
Genre: Middle Grade
Sometimes there are rules. They aren’t written down or hung on the wall, but kids still have to follow them. One is girls aren’t supposed to like spiders. Mabel doesn’t follow that rule. She doesn’t follow most rules actually. Not if they get in the way of an adventure.
Mabel thinks camping will be her biggest adventure yet and she is so close to going that she can almost feel the itchy mosquito bites. But it won’t be her too-busy dad taking her as he promised three whole years ago. Instead, she’ll have to settle for camping with the Blossoms, if she can stay in the troop long enough to go. She’s already made two mistakes, but it wasn’t Mabel’s fault. She had to save the spider from a shoe-squishing. And she didn’t mean to ruin the cookie sale. All of those boxes of cookies just looked so tempting stored right in her room. With her only chance at camping on the line, Mabel tries the girliest thing she can think of: baking cookies. But when she sneaks to the campsite and discovers she isn’t the only intruder crashing the campout, Mabel has to decide if she will reveal her tomboy nature to save the Blossoms from a stinky situation.
TOMBOY RULES: BLOSSOMS ARE ALWAYS PREPARED is a 10,000-word work of young middle grade fiction that would appeal to readers of the Roscoe Riley and Clementine series. While this book stands alone, I have begun expanding it into a series with titles such as BASEBALL IS NOT FOR GIRLS and NO BOYS (AND MABEL) ALLOWED.
First 150 Words:
Rule 1: Blossoms Do Not Like Spiders
Except for maybe broccoli burps, nothing smells worse than broccoli steam. I held my breath to keep it from going up my nose while I scooped two heaping spoonfuls onto my plate.
“Mabel, are you going to eat all of that?” Mom asked with a funny look. (add details about grandma and snarly so the reader knows who is here)
“Yup. Every bite,” I said. I blew the steam away before I put a forkful into my mouth, chewed just a little, and swallowed hard so I didn’t have to taste it.
“But you don’t like broccoli,” she said. She took a sip of water out of her glass. “I know what you’re up to. This is about Blossoms again isn’t it?” Mom put down her glass and rubbed her temples with her fingers.
“Why do you want to join Blossoms anyway?” Snarly asked. “It’s stupid. And it’s for girls."