The Fourth Friday Night

By William Brian

Alistor was like any regular kid. He loved playing with his friends. He loved Friday night wrestling. It sounds so simple. So how did it go so wrong? Gorillas are on the loose? Fourth on the run from a Deputy? How could his sister, Megan, let this happen? What happens when all of the earlier questions are answered will help you remember the crazy fun and adventure of the fourth Friday night!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Feb 13, 2014
• ISBN: 9781483636818

William Brian

William Brian is the happily married father of four. He was raised in Birmingham Alabama and Graduate with an English degree from Auburn University. He currently lives in Chattanooga Tennessee with his family.

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Copyright © 2014 by William Brian.

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to any actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

Rev. date: 02/11/2014

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Contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 1

H i! My name is Alistor Quentin Michaels the Fourth. Pretty cool name, huh? I especially like the fourth part. Everyone calls me that except for my mom and dad. They just call me Al, plain old Al. Well, not the plain old part, but just Al. I don’t want to be called by that name. Kids get no say in their name. That is what my mom tells me every time I tell her to call me Fourth.

Hey, squirt, are you getting up? a soft voice says in my dreams. Then with a bang of a trophy falling onto a floor and breaking, my dream gets loud and ugly.

GET UP! GET UP! FOURTH, GET UP!

Why? I say as I throw my pillow at the voice that can only be my big sister, Megan.

Megan is standing at the foot of my bed as the pillow I have thrown