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Book Description:
High school senior Lanny Keating has it all. A three-sport
athlete at Lauserville High School looking at a college football scholarship,
with a supportive family, stellar grades, boy band good looks… until the
fateful day when it all falls apart.
Seventeen-year-old Trevor Ladd has always been a publicly
declared zero and the high school badboy. Abandoned by his mother and sexually
abused by his legal guardian, Trevor sets his sights on mere survival.
Lanny seeks out Trevor’s companionship to avoid his
shattered home life. Unwilling to share their personal experiences of pain, the
boys explore ways to escape, leading them into sexual experimentation, and the
abuse of illegal drugs and alcohol.
Their mutual suffering creates a lasting bond of friendship and love.
When the time finally comes to get clean and sober, or flunk
out of high school, only one of the boys will graduate, while the other spirals
downward into addiction.
Will Lanny and Trevor find the strength to battle their
demons of mind-altering substances as well as emotional vulnerability?
Clean takes the
reader on a gritty trip into the real and raw world of teenage substance abuse.
Excerpt”
PROLOGUE
Lanny
Trevor wouldn’t even look at me when I walked over to the
gas station this morning to say hi. And Jimmy’s Fuel Stop is like three miles from my house so it took a
major effort to walk there, especially since I’ve been feeling like total crap
lately. Another one of my shaky human bonds bites the dust. I need to go out
and get myself a cat.
“Can’t you see I’m working, Keating?” That was all he said.
But I’ve always been good at reading between the lines. I could tell what he
was thinking as he stood beside the gas pumps, totally caught up in not looking
at me. “Take a hike before you get me
fired, loser. Some of us got goals in life....” So I took off before he had
a chance to make me feel like I shouldn’t have ever made an appearance on the
planet earth. But I still know it would have been better had I never been
born...maybe Joelle would still be okay.
It’s Saturday afternoon and nobody’s home. Mom and Dad are
probably off at the park with Joelle, sloshing through the wet snow together so
she gets her daily exercise. Or maybe they took her to the make-
your-own-sundae-place to improve her fine motor skills by sprinkling sweet
toppings on big scoops of ice cream. I’m in Mom and Dad’s bathroom, bent in
half with my head stuck in the closet, searching the cluttered shelves for
anything that will get me high enough to escape. And I mean anything.
That’s when I see the cough syrup. The bottle in front is
almost new, and there’s an older bottle of a different brand right behind it,
little more than halfway full. Seeing these medicine bottles reminds me of
something Chad suggested about a week or two ago— that we should try robo-tripping. He told me that if we
drink enough cough syrup, the DXM in it would get us high in a “super blissful,
tingling-body-parts way,” which sounded pretty decent to me then and still does
now. Not completely surprised I remembered Chad’s exact description of a DXM
high, I thank God for this dextromethorphan stuff that suppresses nasty coughs,
because it looks like I’m going to find my much-needed buzz after all.
Pleased that I don’t have to resort to sniffing glue from
the tube on my father’s basement workbench or huffing my mother’s hairspray—and
believe me I came close—I snatch the bottles with a shaky hand. They’re both
sticky with the syrup that dripped down the side last time one of the Keating’s
had a major head cold accompanied by a hacking cough. Licking my fingers
provides me with a hint of the cherry flavor I’m probably going to be barfing
up later tonight. But I don’t care. I can’t get through a single day without
some help, and by that I don’t mean help from my human friends, seeing as I have none left.
Bio:
Mia
Kerick is the mother of four exceptional children—all named after saints—and
five nonpedigreed cats—all named after the next best thing to saints, Boston
Red Sox players. Her husband of twenty-two years has been told by many that he
has the patience of Job, but don’t ask Mia about that, as it is a sensitive
subject.
Mia
focuses her stories on the emotional growth of troubled young people and their
relationships, and she believes that physical intimacy has a place in a love
story, but not until it is firmly established as a love story. As a teen, Mia
filled spiral-bound notebooks with romantic tales of tortured heroes (most of
whom happened to strongly resemble lead vocalists of 1980s big-hair bands) and
stuffed them under her mattress for safekeeping. She is thankful to
Dreamspinner Press, Harmony Ink Press, CoolDudes Publishing, and CreateSpace
for providing her with alternate places to stash her stories.
Mia
is a social liberal and cheers for each and every victory made in the name of
human rights, especially marital equality. Now marital equality is the law of
the land!! WOOT!! Her only major regret: never having taken typing or computer
class in school, destining her to a life consumed with two-fingered pecking and
constant prayer to the Gods of Technology.
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