Harper T's Timewave: The Red Wave: Harper T's Timewave, #1

By Elless Bock

Lightning Strikes and Harper T's timewave is born, changing Harper's life forever.

 

Follow Harper T and three seventh-grade friends on an adventure of time-control. Harper ends up with a limited power to control time. See what these kids do with this power. Not what one might expect as they muddle with a teacher, mess with a bully, torment an older sibling and eventually save the day.

 

This is a great story for any Early Reader or Middle-Grade student. Maybe, an adult might want to reminisce a litte with this fun read. Enjoy this adventerous tale as told through the gender-neutral voice of Harper T.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Elless Bock
• Release date: Jun 22, 2021
• ISBN: 9798201505851

Elless Bock

Ellis Bock enjoys the warm desert air in the winters and roams the mountains of Colorado in the summers. You can always find her at any local coffee shop, wherever she might be, working on her next story. She likes to point out that her six grandchildren often contribute their ideas to her stories, as well as their awesome use of the English language. "Bro, that is so lit!"

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Harper T’s Timewave: The Red Wave

Copyright © by L.S. Barron(Elless Bock) 2019

Jacket design by L.S. Barron 2019

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Edited by Victor Lynn Beanie. Assistant editor Chloe Brooks.

This is a fiction classified book.  Names, places, characters, and incidents are strictly a figment of the author’s imagination.  Any resemblance to real life is merely a created idea and may incidentally resemble a true person or place.

The evil-doers were frozen within the inky red graviton waves. They didn’t belong in our little town—Trespassers! Criminals! My friends and I would put a stop to their mischievous deeds. We would save the day!

The Red Wave

Chapter One

The Double Flip Bamboozle

My name is Harper. My Mom sometimes calls me Harper T Hudson, but only when I’m in trouble. My Dad calls me Harper T, but my friends just call me Harp.

I turned twelve this last May. So far being twelve was great. Of course, the fact that it had been summer and there were no teachers yelling at me might have had something to do with that.

I live in a small town in Colorado on the west side of the Rocky Mountains. The entire town has a small population, you know like about eighteen-hundred people or so, so needless to say everybody always knew everybody’s business.

My friends and I once threw a baseball through Mr. Snyder’s window. He was just an old retired natural gas company worker. Anyway, before I’d even gotten home to tell Mom and Dad about it, they had already heard about the incident. Boy, there was nothing like being in trouble before you even had a chance to say what you did. We did work it out with old man Snyder though and in the end it was all okay.

Besides everybody in town being a busybody, they were also pretty nice and they were always looking out for each other. It was a nice place to grow up. It had been so far anyway.

We didn’t have any of those goofy stop lights in town, only a few stop signs and maybe some of those yield signs that nobody pays attention to. We did have a Main Street. It was actually the one highway that went through town. This was where most of the town’s shops, restaurants, and stuff like that were located. We didn’t have a Dairy Queen, but we had a Dairy King. It was a copycat of a Dairy Queen, kind of. Like the owner didn’t think we knew this, ha. It did have an arcade attached to it and that made for some fun, at least when you could talk Mom into giving you all her quarters. There were also two diners in town, which I could have lived without, and one pizza place, yum. There was also a bar, but obviously that was someplace my friends and I wouldn’t really hangout at. The town also had a bank, a hardware store, one gas station, and a little market slash drugstore. This store still had an old style soda fountain with the long counter and bar stools that swivel all the way around, which was fun in itself. However, I didn’t get ice cream too often there because the Dairy King was a whole lot cheaper. Only for special occasions did my friends and I treat ourselves to the soda fountain. 

There was a small hospital at the top of the hill overlooking town. Most of us kids just thought of it as a haunted place. It was usually quiet and empty.  Funny thing was there wasn’t a doctor there except on Thursdays. He came in from a bigger town once a week just to see the local folks that might need medical care.

They did have a helicopter at the hospital just in case there was a real emergency. It was like a new high tech helicopter that was donated by the local oil fields or something. I didn’t know for sure, but I’d say it was pretty lit.

They could fly someone to a bigger city up and over the mountain range if needed, but you’d best be dying for them to use the helicopter. I’d known a local rancher that had gotten run over by his disc plow and they used it then. Yikes, it must have been bad, but I’d heard later that the guy lived, so that was good. 

There were three schools in town, an elementary school, a middle school, and a high school. I would be starting seventh grade in middle school. There were just over thirty kids in my class. It was a pretty small school system, but I liked it that way. You really got to know your teachers, coaches, who are usually the teachers, and the principals. Although some of us seem to be in trouble more than we’re not, it was still okay overall. It was better than not being known at all.

This summer I’d been hanging out with three other kids from my class, Benjamin, Jennifer, and Stephanie. 

Benjamin, who we all called Benji or sometimes just Benj, was actually a year older than the rest of us. His parents held him back a year on purpose so he would be better at sports, not because he wasn’t smart enough. It seemed to me that he was plenty smart.

He was pretty tall, even for being a year older. However, he was a gangly looking kid. His dad, who just happened to be one of the high school football coaches, wasn’t really happy about Benji’s growth so far. I really didn’t know how he was so thin because he ate like a horse. Benji had hoped he would fill out a little bit more, but I wasn’t sure that would happen, I figured he might just end up being one of those skinny guys. 

Jennifer, also known as Jen, was what I’d call just your average kid. She didn’t play sports. She could have, but she just wasn’t interested in them. She was smart, but she seemed to just slide by with above average grades. She could do way better, but she didn’t seem to want to.

Jen’s parents owned a ranch just outside of town along the river. They had a lot of horses. That was really what Jen cared about, horses. She really loved that horse of hers, no doubt. She tried to get me to go riding, but nope, I didn’t want any part of them horses, they seemed to have a mind of their own.

The last time I’d gone riding with Jen I’d ended up falling off into a big nasty sage bush as the horse blasted off on its own accord when it had decided to head back to the barn. Yep, she could keep her horses to herself. 

Stephanie, who we simply called Steph, was probably my closest friend. She was super smart. She always got good grades and was well behaved, so needless to say all the teachers liked her. However, I’d always thought this made a lot of kids jealous of her, but for some reason I’d found myself still liking Steph. She had just grown on me after so many years together in this small town. Other people found her pretty good looking too. However, I didn’t pay much attention to that because she was my best friend, but I’d heard one of the guys say she was hot.

For the most part, everyone in town seemed to like Steph. All around, she was just a pretty decent girl, that was when she was not driving me crazy, which she did on many occasions. But I didn’t know what I would do without her, life would just be too boring, I think.

As for me, the biggest question I’d get asked these days, mostly by people who didn’t know me very well, would be, Hey kid, are you a boy or a girl?. Geez, why does it matter so much? I don’t know right now. I’m just being me!

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Summertime would bring about a different dilemma—one of finding things to do. The swimming pool had cracked down the middle several years ago. Of course, the town wouldn't spend any money to fix it. This left us the river. This was where we were today, down by the old river bridge where the rope swing hung off a big old cottonwood tree.

Okay Steph, I’ll give you a buck if you can do a double flip off the rope, I dared her.

No way! That’s like impossible. I’d end up doing a belly flop and you know it...You do it and I will give you a buck, Steph replied.

I firmly shook my head as in ‘no way’.

You both give me a buck each and I’m down, Benji interjected.

Really? I laughed, Okay, go for it.

Yeah bruh, you do it, Steph added, But like you have to do the full double to get the dollar.

Oh, piece of cake, Benji replied, acting all high and mighty.

Benji pulled the rope up the dirt bank of the river. He was standing there for a while. You could tell he was stalling for time. He glanced over to Jen, who was lying on an outstretched beach towel atop the river bank. She was working on her summer tan and