TITLE OF MANUSCRIPT: THE HIGHER ROAD
GENRE: MG contemporary, Earth-based Sci-fi – series potential
WORD COUNT 40,000
Even though UFO sightings are common, the doctors treating the unidentified, twelve-year-old girl, who survived a major traffic accident, only consider her mirrored internal organs to be an interesting anomaly until her burns, and other injuries, heal overnight; then, she might as well have been marked BIO-ENGINEERED @ ALIEN LABSTM. Suffering from almost total amnesia, kept in isolation and electronically tagged, the girl – who picks the name Thursday – is taunted by the loss of the family she can't remember, struggles with survivor guilt, and guards the secret of the boy who saved her life even when the government agents interrogate her. For the planet, this is the smaller drama as the crash initiates the release of the Universal Authority's representative – their Chancilla – from stasis. Chancilla Ethan is skilled and strong but physically underdeveloped–swamped in hormones he can't control. Protocol says Ethan should avoid detection, resist interference, and get home but he can't remain impartial and clinical. Surrounded by betrayal and the fear of the alien threat, attacked in the safe house and tracked across the highlands, together Thursday and Ethan decide to persuade the species infiltrating the planet to leave Earth alone while Ethan finds a way to get home.
First 150 Words:
THE HIGHER ROAD
Our headlights whitened the lines that marked the centre of A84 and made the trees look ghostly too. The moon tried to light the road for us but the shifting clouds kept crowding over it. I slid back in my tiny, personal space in the van. The roads go up a lot, I thought. Scotland. Maybe they went down too but I hadn't noticed. My stomach ached. It was nothing to do with travelling. I didn't suffer with travel sickness. I laughed.
To keep me "presentable", my parents sent me to sit on my bed. This wasn’t usually allowed when the van was moving. It was weird. I felt like I was flying. I’d never wanted to be a fairy before, but wearing a dress – for the first time ever – and travelling up the mountain, in the top of our camp-a-van, I thought I could get the hang of it.