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Real Street Kidz: Chasing Action

Real Street Kidz: Chasing Action
Real Street Kidz: Chasing Action
Average: 4.2 (5 votes)

•Multicultural Children’s Books by Quentin Holmes •Easy-to-read, empowering and entertaining stories preteens (7-to-12 years old) •Available in softcover, & eBookThe Real Street Kidz are Chasing Action! Join Q, Lucky, Los, and Chase -- a diverse group of preteens who must pull together in the face of seemingly insurmountable obstacles--in this unique coming of age story. When rumors fly around Long Beach that Chase, a rising skateboarder, cheated to defeat his former best friend in the Annual Long Beach Skateboard Competition, Chase becomes very determined to get a rematch to prove everyone wrong. But Chase and his new crew must rely on the plans of Q, the new kid, to get an all new skate park at the local neighborhood center for the rematch despite many unforeseen obstacles. Will the Real Street Kidz trust Q's plans? Will they form a tight bond or will their differences tear them apart? Will Chase get his rematch? Join Q and the crew to find out!

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Pages: 108
Reading Level: Advanced (9 to 13)
Language: English
ISBN: 978-0996210201
Categories: Action Adventure, Boys, Family & Friends
Features: Chapters
Keywords: multicultural, children's books, chapter books, adventure, middle grade, book series
Date Added: March 19, 2018
CHAPTER ONE Q WOBBLED UNCERTAINLY on the bike, using his feet to steady himself. He looked at his dad. “I don’t think I can do this.” “You can do it,” his father reassured him. Q looked at the expanse of concrete sidewalk ahead of him. That’s going to hurt if I fall, he thought to himself. “Don’t be afraid, I’ll catch you if you fall,” his father said, as if reading his thoughts. Q regarded him skeptically. “You’re going to run alongside me the whole way?” His dad nodded and smiled. “The whole way. I’ll always be there to catch you. Promise.” Q swallowed hard and put a foot on the pedal and pushed down. Then another. Then another. He wobbled a bit but caught his balance, and suddenly the scenery of his Brooklyn, New York neighborhood started whipping past him at an alarming rate. There was a fruit stand! And the coffee shop! And the bakery! “That’s it, Q! That’s it!” he heard his father call after him. 1 He was doing it! He was riding a bike! The feeling was powerful, as if he was gliding through the air! “Dad! I’m doing it!” Q sang into the air. “You don’t need me!” he heard his father say. “Wait, Dad!” Q slowed to a stop and turned the bike around. “Dad? DAD?!” His father was gone. Q bolted awake. Where was he? His bed was on the wrong side of the room, and instead of the smell of Mrs. Bendetto’s famous marinara sauce wafting through the open window, it smelled salty. Like the ocean. That’s when it hit him. He wasn’t home. Q scrounged up a pair of shorts and a t-shirt from his duffel bag. He realized he had to stop thinking that way. He was home. At his new home, anyway. While the events of the last couple of weeks seemed like a dream, they weren’t. They were real. And there wasn’t a thing he could do about it. His father was dead. He wondered how many mornings he’d wake up, confused, only to relive the nightmare.