Dear Miss Snark:
When plain-as-her-name Mary Jane Smith discovers a magical cloak, she thinks she’s finally found a way to be special. Donning the cloak gives her the title of Chosen One, but her stubbornly dormant powers threaten her new and powerful position. To learn her craft, she journeys to a witchcraft summer camp that is, unfortunately, full of those who seem more powerful, more intelligent and more beautiful than herself. Ultimately, her hard-learned lessons teach her that sometimes it takes more than just magic to be special.
Witchcraft Summer Camp is a 55,000 word middle grade novel I hope you will consider representing. Below is the first page for your perusal.
I’ve not had a work of fiction published, but my journalism degree began my freelance writing career, and I’ve had numerous articles published in newsletters and magazines. (this is a nice concise way to tell me you're a pro)
I look forward to your response, and I thank you for your time and consideration.
On the last day of seventh grade, Mary Jane Smith climbed a tree. She climbed this particular tree, an old Oak that sat in the middle of a miniature park, often. This was her place; her place to think about the horrible events of the day, her place to spy on the rest of the students as they made their separate ways home from Alfred Burger Middle School. But mostly, it was her place to hide.
Since it was the last day of school before the summer break, there weren’t many students she could spy upon. They had all been in such a hurry to leave the building that no one was lollygagging around. Most days Mary Jane could rely on the cute boy from her class, Mickey Hendrickson, to leave the school later than everyone else because to get out of the building he had to first fend off whatever hoard of girls had stayed behind to flirt with him. He never did fight them off with much energy, though; he just smiled and nodded and side-stepped slowly away from the throng. Then he would walk down the street and under the very limb that Mary Jane was perched on, while whistling a song that always seemed so sad. But today, he must have hurried away with everyone else, because there was no Mickey Hendrickson and his sad whistle.
Mary Jane trailed her finger through the M & M she’d carved into the tree and sighed. She would have to wait until the fall to see him again. Although, he never had and never would notice her, or miss her over the summer.
No one would.
And so it was time to rehash the day and count up the awful moments. But when she concentrated on the events, starting with being “accidentally” shouldered into her locker in the morning and then ending the day by finding her math book in shreds on the floor in front of her locker, she realized that her list wasn’t as long as it normally was. Oh well, it had been the last day and people had been distracted. And there had been a good moment too. When she had offered the torn-up book to Mr. Pinter the math teacher, he hadn’t gotten angry at her but instead got mad at the students in the class who snickered.
“Ladies and gentlemen, I realize it is the last day of the year and though I don’t know who did this, I know you all well enough to know who was just laughing, and I promise you, your parents will hear from me. So, happy summer and class dismissed.” Then he’d turned his back to the class and winked at Mary Jane. Once the classroom full of groaning students had emptied except for her, he’d said: “Time will take care of everything for you. Don’t let them bully you around. You are just as important as they are.” Then he packed up his old leather briefcase and left to see to his own summer plans.
So, even though her best-and-only friend, Alice Jeffrey, had already left for her vacation to Canada, Mary Jane didn’t have much to complain about. And since the school grounds were empty and no one was around, there didn’t seem to be any reason to continue hiding in the tree.
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This is all backstory.
Get to camp, get the cloak, kiss a toad. Baby, we need some witchy wimmin to get things going here.