Thursday, June 23, 2016

A FANTASTIC Summer read: Anne Baxter Campbell's "Once Upon...A Parade of Freedom"!

July 4th is right around the corner and Best-Selling author Anne Baxter Campbell's "Once Upon...Volume 3- A Parade of Freedom" is the perfect Summer read!

The "Once Upon.." story line revolves around various Holiday's in a Families life.

The Amazon Kindle link for the story,the story synopsis, and the first Chapter for you sample are all below.ENJOY!

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Jillian isn't too crazy about having to go to summer school, but she’d missed too much school while she’d been in the hospital, catatonic. Still, summer school might not be too bad. Aiden was there too. Besides, they had a cool new teacher for the history class, newly out of college, Miss Reece. The teacher has this neat idea for the history class to put a float in the Fourth of July parade. They meet on Saturdays to build it, and Jillian’s dad and Aiden’s mom help too. This might be the best Independence Day ever.
But then Jillian’s grandma goes to the hospital, a worry for Jillian. Her dad drives too fast—what if he gets in a wreck like her mom did? He says Jillian should take driver’s ed—but she doesn’t want to cause any accidents. Plus there’s always that deep-down panicky feeling that she might get sick again. One teenage girl shouldn’t have to carry so much on her small shoulders.

A Parade of Freedom (with an apology to the residents of Phoenix, AZ—I know there is actually no Fourth of July parade downtown.)

Jillian stared out the front window. Part of her wanted to begin the four-block walk to the Deer Valley High School, but she dreaded this, her first day back there after her mother’s death. Crying in public…how could she keep from it? It seemed as though she’d spent the last month in tears. At least it was summer school. Not as many people. She snorted. Only a few hundred instead of a few thousand.
Summer school. She’d hoped she would avoid that this year. She had done her homework faithfully—well, since Christmas and up until when her mother was killed in the accident. The teachers had been understanding, but she’d missed too much school.
Dad said they had to do it, though—going back to their normal lives. It would be his first day back at work too. He’d shed a lot of waterworks himself. Too much sympathy, too little? Which would it be where he worked? Which would it be at school? Would any of her friends even be there?
She grabbed her backpack, reset the house alarm, and locked the front door behind her. She’d walked to the end of the sidewalk when she wondered if Dad had locked the other two doors. She turned back to the house, feeling that old anxiety again. What if someone had already entered while she’d been getting ready for school? The garage door wasn’t so important—she would have heard that heavy metal sliding upward. The back door, though….
She held her breath as she opened the tall wooden gate into the back yard, checking for any disturbance of the bit she could see. She dropped to her hands and knees and peered around a bush. Nothing. She stood and walked to the back sliding glass door into the kitchen. Comforted by the snick of the very slight movement in the door, she took a deep breath and smiled. It was locked.
Once again, she began her three-block trek to Deer Valley High School, hiking a little faster because of her little delay. Almost jogging. Legs unused to this activity protested. She should join the track team next year, not because she thought she’d win any trophies, but because it would force her to exercise. Only one block, and she was already panting like a marathon dude. Her muscles had gone lax after three weeks of no exercise at all. Well, other than when the therapist had moved her arms and legs to keep the muscles at least flexible.
Those three weeks had been a weird experience. She could hear voices, but it was like they didn’t make sense. They spoke in English, but like random words that didn’t form anything understandable. Everything seemed so frightening that she had been afraid to move. Worse, Dr. Parsons had said it could happen again, which made Jillian afraid to go anywhere?
She walked into the assembly hall where the rest of the students lined up waiting for their assigned rooms. No surprise, Ginny and Amber were in one of the lines. They had been in her room at the hospital when she awoke from that deep sleep, but they’d left soon afterward. Dad said they had been there to help, but Jillian wasn’t too sure. Amber maybe, but Ginny? Jillian had known Ginny a long time, and she wasn’t into helping all that much.
Still—maybe if Jillian invited them to the next youth group thing….
She picked up her envelope and walked to the first class, history. She grinned. There sat Aiden, at the very back of the room, looking sullen. She strolled over to where he sat. “Hi.”
“Didn’t do so well in history this year?”
“So what else is new? I hate history.”
“I didn’t do too red hot either.”
He barked a short laugh. “At least you had an excuse. I’m just a dummy when it comes to dates and events.”
“I don’t believe you’re any kind of dummy. You just haven’t had history click in your head yet, or you haven’t found your reason for knowing history.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“For me, it’s that it sorta “clicked” with me. History is set, done. Immovable. Doctors use history to find out what causes and heals disease and injury. Judges and lawyers use it to decide cases.”
Aiden nodded. “Yeah, I guess.”
“How many classes do you have to take? I have to do all of them.” She slumped down into the seat next to him.
“Just geography and this one.”

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