Standing out on the playground as the cool morning air brushes my skin, both my head and chest are pounding. I feel sick to my stomach as well, but we are here at the Monday morning school assembly, because Lacey is receiving a good citizenship award and she’s very proud of herself. Never mind that sooner or later every child in the school will get one. It’s more of that whole “leave no child behind, nobody fails, give them a first place, second place, thirty seventh place award, so that no one feels slighted” mentality. But we are here to support her. This is her first year of “real” school and she doesn’t need to know what a joke it is.
Adam stands behind me, his arms wrapped around my shoulders, his sun glasses covering the cuts on his face, along with the slight bruising that’s begun to form. Lacey’s name is called, and she is paraded up to the front of the entire student body. She stands next to her teacher, unable to keep from smiling broadly. She is only six and has no clue as to the weekend we have come through to be here. She doesn’t realize that her world is teetering and close to toppling over.
This is an excerpt from my first novel, Searching For My Wand which you can buy just by clicking that link! Of all of my covers, this is the one I am the most unsure about. If I were to change it, what do you think would be better?