The Adventures of Little Bit & The Wheelchair Bandit: THE ADVENTURES OF LITTLE BIT, #3

By Margaretta Cooper

Legend has it that an ancient curse takes place in the city of Make-Believe every three hundred years. If unleashed, it will destroy worlds.   In Book Three of the Adventures of Little Bit Series, Little Bit must stop the curse, or innocent people will die.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Margaretta Cooper
• Release date: Feb 19, 2023
• ISBN: 9781946126023

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PROLOGUE

Elders foretold that every three-hundred-years an army of invisible beings falls from the sky like rain drops as the ancient curse gobbles up the blue skies leaving it red.

Little Bit is still determining if the legend is true, but this is certain; the curse is to occur in less than one week.

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SEEING IS BELIEVING ON BAD LUCK LANE

In our small town of Make Believe, darkness covers the crisp morning sky, as the rooster, I affectionally call Not Again wakes me up. I cover my ears and frown at the window. The sweet smell of mom’s lavender perfume drifts into the doorway before she does. Mom peeps into the door, Rise and shine, Little Bit. We need to get you ready for physical therapy. Mom picks me up and carefully takes me to the shower.

Long after the breakfast dishes mom put away, I hear the siren in the middle of town alerting us that the Wheelchair Bandit struck again. This brings the count to six missing wheelchairs.

‘CLICK—Click—click!’ My overprotective dad placed three locks on our hall closet door that stores my wheelchair after I fell rock climbing on Think-Twice Mountain. I broke my leg in several places. My Aunt Misty calls me the bionic girl because my leg has screws and metal plates. My parents opted for a wheelchair instead of crutches. Yes, I am slightly limited, but no worries.

Little Bit, look what I bought for your wheels, said dad behind me. Uncle Jordan found these wheel coverings online, and I ordered you two sets. A beautiful beach scene with realistic-looking waves brought a smile to my face. I love going to the beach. You will be able to spot your wheels after the exercise class quickly, mentioned dad lifting me and securing my seatbelt. Mom kissed my cheek and adjusted my matching teal headband.

What is on the other wheel covers? I asked, looking up at my dad with wide eyes. Mom opened the door, and dad pushed me down the ramp he made. That, my dear— is a surprise, joked my dad. New neighbor Kale Robins waved as he watched the movers unload the furniture. Dad returned the wave as he pressed the key fob for the Van door to open and lower the automatic ramp. Maggie’s mother jogged down the sidewalk, pushing her in a custom wheelchair. We live on Bad Luck Lane because four kids had accidents during summer break and needed wheelchairs.

A bike rider jetted down the road tossing newspapers to each driveway. Dad locked my wheelchair beside him and fastened the seatbelt across my lap before getting the newspaper. In bold print on the first page read, wheelchair bandit strikes again. My dad’s eyebrows raised as anger covered his face. His mobile phone chimed three times. And the loud ringtone sang, ‘Here Comes Trouble.’ I knew it was the song; dad chose for my uncle Jordan before answering.

Yes, I just read it. I have two surveillance cameras out for delivery as we speak, voiced my dad. Really! How did someone steal a wheelchair with eight people in the house? Okay, mate, I will talk to you after Little Bit’s session. Will do! Dad placed his phone on the holder and backed onto our cemented extended parking area. Hannah’s Yoga and Strengthening studio were fifteen minutes from our beach home. The traffic today is more congested than usual. The grand opening of April & Zack’s all-u-can buffet had local and out-of-town people blocking the entrance to the recently widened two-lane road. Flagstaff pointed to available parking around the massive crab-shaped structure. I know where we are eating this evening, said dad, maneuvering around the turning lane to the restaurant. The bright pastel-colored storefronts had unique signs that lured you in to stop. The aroma of freshly baked pastries snaked through the vents and teased my stomach. Dad slammed on breaks as anxious teenagers weaved through traffic instead of waiting for the stoplight to change to the crossing at the designated crosswalks. That kid didn’t even look both ways before stepping into traffic. No wonder we have so many youths getting hurt each month" grumbled