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       Secrets: The Hero Chronicles (Volume 1), p.1

           Tim Mettey
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Secrets: The Hero Chronicles (Volume 1)


  The Hero Chronicles

  By Tim Mettey

  Copyright © 2012 by Tim Mettey

  All rights reserved. Published by Kenwood Publishing Group.


  Cincinnati, Ohio

  If you purchased this book without a cover, you should be aware that this book is stolen property. It was reported as “unsold and destroyed” to the publisher, and neither the author nor the publisher has received any payment from this “stripped book.”

  No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrievable system, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without written permission of the publisher. For more information regarding permission, write to Kenwood Publishing Group, Attention: Permission Department, 11060 Kenwood Road, Cincinnati, Ohio 45242.

  ISBN-13: 978-0-9885425-0-1

  ISBN-10: 0-9885425-0-1

  To my wife, Chanin, and my four beautiful daughters:

  Olivia the Brilliant, Cora the Leader,

  Noel the Caring, and Ashlyn the Loving.


  When I first started school, it was discovered that I had a learning disability that affected my reading and writing, making school very difficult.

  Several people in my life stuck by me and helped me along the way. Thank you to my mom and dad for not treating me differently and pushing me to excel; my wonderful teachers and tutors (Mrs. Rush, Mrs. Richardson, Mrs. Stark, Mrs. Lacks, Mrs. Wolfe, Mrs. Kitchen), who spent countless hours helping me; my friend Karen, who encouraged me with her excitement for what I was doing and told me the story was good even when I wasn’t sure; and my editing team for getting my book ready to be published. Also, if it weren’t for my wife, Chanin, I would have never put my thoughts down to make this book happen. No matter what I faced, she just simply told me to write, and so I did.

  Lastly, I would like to thank the men, women, and children who have risked something for others. These true heroes are represented in our police officers, firefighters, EMTs, first responders, military, and many others not listed. These individuals risk their lives every day for us, and for that I thank them.

  I hope this book shows that no matter what struggles you may face, anything is possible. I am living proof of that.


  1. That Day

  2. Moving

  3. Factory

  4. Registration

  5. Tryouts

  6. Spectators

  7. Angel

  8. Party

  9. The Deal

  10. Elle

  11. Henry J. Theasing

  12. A Date

  13. The Visit

  14. Hope

  15. Vanderbilt

  16. Anniversary

  17. Court

  18. Dance

  19. Dinner

  20. Snowflake

  21. Tina McBride

  22. Emergency Exit

  23. Split Personality

  24. My Way

  25. The Past

  26. First Date

  27. Cora’s Sacrifice

  28. Thusians

  29. The Race

  30. Too Late

  31. Recovering

  32. Elle’s Story

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  About the Author

  Preview of Trust: Book Two of The Hero Chronicles

  October 10

  “Randy, you better get over here or you’ll miss the bus,” I yelled across the street. Randy was walking out of his front door, breakfast in hand, late as usual. The bus brakes squealed at the stop sign just up the street. Randy darted over the lawn and across the street just in front of the bus.

  “Randy, I have told you a million times—don’t run out in front of the bus. Next time I will have to report you,” said our bus driver, Mrs. Burgeous, with a stern look as we scrambled aboard.

  Mrs. Burgeous had short grey hair that looked like a neatly placed beehive. She was always nice to me, mostly because I followed her rules. Randy sat two seats behind me. I sat in the very front seat, right behind Mrs. Burgeous and next to a tall blonde girl named Lindsey. She was two grades older than me and was at least a head taller. She was normally talkative, but today she wasn’t paying any attention to me. She just stared out the window toward the sky, listening to music.

  “Good morning, Alex. How are you today?” Mrs. Burgeous was looking at me in the big mirror that bus drivers use to see what is happening on the bus.

  “Well, Mrs. Burgeous, I’m excited for school today.”

  “Well, bless my stars! That has to be a first. Why are you excited?” she asked.

  “Not really sure. Just feels like it is going to be a great day. And, the school is serving pizza and fries for lunch.”

  She laughed. “Well, that sounds like a good reason to be excited, and I bet you have gym today also.”

  “Yes, I do. How did you know?”

  “I’m a good guesser,” she said with a big smile. I leaned back and noticed that Lindsey was staring at me, looking very serious.

  “Alex, did you see the clouds with the lights in them?”

  Before I could answer, Randy blurted out from behind us, “What lights, Lindsey?”

  Lindsey didn’t turn to acknowledge him. She just stared at me, waiting for my answer. “No, I didn’t see anything like that,” I said.

  “Well, there are strange lights in the sky that look like clouds with rainbows trapped inside. I hope I can see them better when I get to school.” She looked back out her window up toward the sky. I leaned over closer to her, but from my seat I couldn’t see anything.

  The bus slowed down over the two speed bumps right before the E.H. Greene School’s parking lot. I was always jealous of the kids in the back of the bus because the speed bumps sent them flying into the air.

  “Okay, fifth graders, this is your stop,” Mrs. Burgeous said loudly. The brakes squealed, slowing us to a stop right between two other buses. I got up and stood in the aisle, waiting to get off. I was first in line with Randy right behind me.

  “So do you think we will see those lights that Lindsey was talking about?” Randy asked.

  I shrugged my shoulders. “Not sure.” I looked over at Lindsey. She was still in her seat looking out the window, fixed on getting another glimpse of the clouds. Mrs. Burgeous opened the doors to the bus, and I quickly got off.

  Before I had a chance to look up, Randy was pointing at the sky. “Look at those things! Cool!”

  I looked up and saw them. Lindsey was right about what they looked like—clouds with swirling rainbows trapped inside.


  The high-pitched bell rang and I hurried to class.
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