Monday, October 28, 2013

Trick or Treat K10- ROOM 113

Title: Room 113
Category: MG
Genre: Humorous
Word Count: 27,000

Pitch: Fourth grade is hard, especially when you’re dead—or undead. The students of room 113 are just like other kids, except sometimes they have trouble with math because they can’t find all their fingers, they would rather chew on books than read them, and someone always loses a limb in gym class. Room 113 follows twelve zombies—and the one living kid who got put in the class by mistake—as they try to survive fourth grade, avoid getting run out of town, and become their school’s only hope against a zombie attack of the full-blown, brain-eating variety.

Question 1: In your MC's voice, what costumed character do you relate most to and why? I had an Einstein costume when I was younger. It was my favorite. He’s really smart—like me—and dead—also like me. And he had cool hair. It looked likes worms crawling all over his head. I wish my hair was like that. I love worms. They’re yummy.

Question 2: As an author, what makes your manuscript a tasty treat (aka unique/marketable)? Room 113 combines the feel and humor of Wayside School with the gross-out, boy appeal of a zombie book. Funny zombies! What more could you ask for?

First 250 Words: 
ROOM 113

“Let’s review yesterday’s reading,” said Mr. Tandoor. “Who can tell me on what day the Zombie Outbreak began?”
Telfin Greene knew this answer! Telfin knew every answer, and he answered every question. Some kids called Telfin a know it all, but he loved learning. And he loved answering questions even more. Before Mr. Tandoor could even finish saying Zombie Outbreak, Telfin’s hand shot into the air.
Unfortunately for Telfin, his hand did not stop when it reached his head. Neither did the rest of his arm. The whole package kept on rising, far over his head, until his hand hit the ceiling and came crashing back down all the way to the floor.
Limbs falling off was not unusual in Mr. Tandoor’s class. Yesterday Evan Barber lost both legs and a finger.
“Anybody?” Mr. Tandoor asked. “You should know this one guys.”
A sea of blank faces stared back at him, mostly undead. Mr. Tandoor had recently been reassigned to room 113—more commonly known at Scaresville Elementary as The Zombie Classroom. Unfortunately for Mr. Tandoor, zombies were not known for doing their homework.
But Telfin always did his homework, so he didn’t waste time worrying about his missing left arm. Scared someone else might answer before him, Telfin raised his right arm twice as fast. 
Big mistake! 
His right arm went through the stained ceiling tile and got stuck. Brown goopy zombie blood dripped onto Telfin’s head and dribbled into his mouth. It tasted like maple syrup.