Crossing Boarders Part 1

By Jay A Dietterich

Crossing Boarders Part 1 is about skate boarding teens in the city that get into trouble with the mob and get chased around the city being shot at by gangsters and thugs. will they get away with their lives?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Jay Alan Dietterich
• Release date: Jul 21, 2016
• ISBN: 9781087892917

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CROSSING BOARDERS 

By Jay Dietterich 

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It was a hot summer day in the small town of Colmar, in the noisy Davis house.

10:00 in the morning, gunshots blare out from the back room as the roaring of machines thunder through the sunlit hallway. A hand on the worn door knob opens the door to the organized but messy bedroom with posters on the walls of Tony Hawk and clothes on the floor in a pile near the unmade bed. Fifteen year old Tyler comes through the doorway scratching his head of sun bleached blond hair. He’s carrying his skate board in one hand and a backpack on his sweat covered boney scarred up shoulder getting ready to fill it with water bottles for the day of skating in the city. He’s been skating for six years and he seems to all his friends to be pretty talented and is widely known in town for his skateboard acrobatics. He turns his head to see through the adjacent open doorway to Dylan sitting in front of the TV with the game controller in his hands. The skinny ten year old is on the cookie crumb covered but comfortable leather chair with his bare feet in a scattering of bubble gum wrappers staring intensely at the screen with the Black Ops. Game blasting out of the speakers. 

Dylan! Tyler screams.  Turn it down Mom wants to talk to you, now! 

What? Dylan says as he gets up. 

Turn it down! Tyler screams as the sound disappears. 

Mom wants to talk to you. He continues.

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Dylan walks through the hallway catching a wiff of Tyler and the day old cat-food sitting in the dish on the hallway floor. He covers his nose and goes into her bedroom. She lies halfway sitting feet dangling over the side in her queen bed , groggy, wiping the sleep from her eyes, she sits up in bed. 

Do you want to go to Wal-Mart with Mom-mom, Sonnie and me? She yawns. 

I guess. He says sadly looking at the ground as he sits on the side of the bed. 

Tyler bursts into the room too excited to notice the conversation already going on. 

Can I get some bucks from you for lunch and gas? 

Tyler, I‘m in the middle of this! Sherry says holding an index finger up to her lips, he cocks his head back, eyes rolling back as he backs out the door realizing he just spoke

out of turn in the plans for the day. 

Where’s he going? Dylan asks, his eyes searching her bedraggled face for the truth. Just skating Dylan. She says getting out of bed,  grabbing a robe off the bedpost.

Can I go? He says, with hope in his eyes. 

Just wait here, Ok. 

She leaves the room and goes up stairs. An argument breaks out in the upstairs bedroom with Mom yelling about the mess in the room that better get cleaned or they are not

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going anywhere. She faces off with Tyler about the money and how he’s planning on paying her back. Dylan sits at the bottom of the stairs thinking about the conversation he overhears that has happened over and over for as far back as he can remember. The laundry, sweeping,  cleaning the bathroom and kitchen floor or whatever it takes is usually what he does to  get what he wants. That’s what happens most of the time. What Tyler wants he gets, and pays later. Dylan stands at the bottom of the paper scrap and juice bottle covered stairs. Then starts to move away as Sherry comes out of the bedroom with a shocked look on her face. She sees Dylan at the bottom of the stairs and quickly covers the slightly surprised and embarrassed look on her face and walks down past him. 

Where are they going Mom? Dylan demands. 

I told you they’re skating. She says, stolidly walking by him and quickly toward her

room. 

Can I go with?  He asks hopeful.

                                                                                                                                      No.  She rules.                                                                                                                                                                                       Why not, what did I do, How come I never get to go. He pleads.                                                           "Dylan, you’re a