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The Entry
The
Frost Jack
Jack
took a step towards the five boys who’d arrayed themselves in a
menacing line before him. His Etnies came away from the ground with a
sticky crackle. Squinting into the glare of the midsummer sun, he
wondered whether the heat had melted their soles.
“You’re
dead, Summers,” snarled a podgy figure from the centre of the
bullies.
“Get
lost, you oick,” Jack growled back, glad that his voice didn’t
betray his racing heartbeat.
The
bully stomped forward. “Think you can take on five of us?” he
jeered. “You’ll be mincemeat by the time we’re finished with
you.”
His
shadow loomed large across the wall of the old fives court. Nobody
could remember the rules of the game anymore and the secluded spot
behind the quadrangle had fallen into disuse, becoming the bullies’
kingdom, the place where smaller kids were chewed up and spat back
out, usually without their pocket money. Jack gritted his teeth and
held his ground, as anger built up inside him. Another crackle came
from under his feet, but this time it sounded like glass fracturing.
A
bead of sweat began to form on the bully’s lardy forehead and he
stopped only a step away to glance back over his shoulder. His four
friends grinned and grunted at him and he turned back to face Jack
with his piggy little eyes full of malice.
“Come
on, then,” Jack snarled.
“You’re
going to regret this, Summers!” the bully shouted and then he
lunged forward and swung a meaty fist in a gigantic arc aimed
straight at Jack’s head.
Ms. Shreditor's Comments
Note: Julie mentioned to
me that
the author is British, and I’ve taken that into account as
I’ve
reviewed this piece. There is some British slang and vocabulary herein,
but I was able to decipher most of it with the help of the surrounding
text.
What I like about this piece is
that it presents a hot-button young adult issue from the outset. The story begins
as Jack faces off against a herd of schoolyard bullies. The stakes are
immediately high, and the bullies waste no time homing in on their outnumbered
target. Perhaps most poignant in these first paragraphs is Jack’s racing heart;
in the face of intimidation, he does his best to put on a brave face despite
his overwhelming fear. This vulnerability is bound to resonate with teen
readers, many of whom have likely experienced bullying behavior.
I also like the setting. The story
turns an otherwise innocuous location, a fives court, and makes it menacing.
The shadows add to the ominous ambience. As the shadows and bullies descend, Jack
plants his feet again and prepares for confrontation.
What I found interesting was the
way the ground beneath Jack’s feet changed with his resolve. At the beginning
of story, he is terrified, and his shoes melt against the hot pavement as his
fear intensifies. Later, as he builds his confidence and prepares to face off
against the group, we experience the shattering of glass beneath his feet. This
shift from melting soles to shattering glass symbolizes (at least to me) a
certain strengthening of his resolve. He wavers at the beginning and reaches a
breaking point by the end.
This first page sustains a high
level of suspense throughout. From the outset, we’re holding our breath as the
author sets up the imminent confrontation between Jack and the bullies.
Although the narrative is suspense-driven, we learn a little bit about Jack
through his racing heartbeat and mounting anger. This first page happens to end
with a fist flying toward Jack’s face, and this is impetus enough for the
reader to continue to the next page . . . and the next.
5 comments:
The British slang did throw me. I thought they were misspellings at first, but after reading Miss Shreditor's explanation, I realized they were just flavors of a different country.
I liked the story. Good job, Rob.
Inspite of the Brit slang I was drawn in and wished it hadn't ended. The only problem I see is the main bully being described as i think it was "pig eyes" It seems to be a generic term for bullies nowdays and made me think of Harry Potter's cousin Dudley. Maybe think of a better analogy to describe him?
Thanks! It's great to get your take on this - it hasn't been read by many non-Brits, so it's really interesting to find that the Anglicisms don't get in the way too much.
And thanks again to Julie for such a great blog feature! I'm looking forward to next friday, so I can read the next one.
Based on the title, I assumed that the ground cracking and shattering under his feet had something to with some sort of innate ice power.
It's is a very gripping first page, but I am curious as to whether it's general fiction or speculative.
Cheers! ;)
You're absolutely right, Jon! I've been calling it urban fantasy, which I think falls under speculative fiction.
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