About the Book
Title: K My Name is Kendra
Author: Kamichi Jackson
Genre: Young Adult
Fifteen-year-old
Kendra James' life begins to spiral out of control with the return of her
long-lost runaway sister Meisha, and the visit of a young celebrity uncle with
questionable intentions. Things take a particular turn for the worse when that
uncle exploits Kendra's loneliness and untreated depression and makes a move on
her that sends her world into a tailspin from which she's not sure she'll ever
recover. Will she survive this tragedy...or will she hit rock-bottom before
anyone even notices?
Author Bio
In addition to K My Name Is Kendra, Kamichi
Jackson is the author of an eBook entitled Where Present Meets Past
(originally available as part of the now-defunct Amazon Shorts Program), the
middle reader book You're Too Much, Reggie Brown, a forthcoming adult
novel entitled The Brownstone, two unproduced screenplays, and several
short stories. KJ has made numerous appearances in support of her work, among
them the Baltimore Book Festival. When not writing, Kamichi is likely off
somewhere singing karaoke. The South Norwalk, Connecticut native currently
resides in Northern Virginia with family.
Links
Buy on Amazon
(Paperback): https://www.amazon.com/My-Name-Kendra-Kamichi-Jackson/dp/1541033035/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1486560359&sr=8-1&keywords=k+my+name+is+kendra
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(Kindle): https://www.amazon.com/My-Name-Kendra-Kamichi-Jackson-ebook/dp/B01NCV52J6/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&qid=1486560359&sr=8-2&keywords=k+my+name+is+kendra
Book Excerpt
The Return of Meisha
I think someone is stalking me.
I
say this, not because I’m paranoid, but because I’ve been seeing the same
strange car outside my house almost every other day for the past two weeks. I
haven’t told anyone but Nita about it. She thinks I should call the police or
something, but what are they going to do? Whoever is inside the car hasn’t done
or said anything to me, so what would I be reporting?
Of
course that could change. I realize that today when I step outside onto the
front steps of my school. This could be the afternoon that changes everything.
“What’s
wrong?” Nita asks as I stop dead in my tracks, almost tripping this kid walking
on my heels.
There
it is again. The same black car with the tinted windows. I recognize it right
away because it has two small dents in the back door and a bright red ball on
the tip of the antenna. I still can’t see who is inside, and I can’t tell if
the person is even looking my way, but it’s definitely the same car.
“What’s
wrong?” Nita asks again. She looks across the street. “Is that it?” she asks
and I nod.
“I
need to know,” I say as I step down off the curb. The car starts to move
forward and I wave and scream for it to stop. It does, and I keep running
towards it, even though I hear Nita yelling behind me that I shouldn’t go. She
catches up to me and pulls on my sleeve, yanking me back before I reach the
car.
“Even
three-year-olds know not to talk to strangers, Kendra!” she warns. “Come on,
girl. Let’s go.”
I
know she’s right and I sigh, letting her lead me away. There’s a buzzing noise
behind us as we’re walking, and I can tell the driver is opening the window
now.
“Keep
going!” Nita whispers, her grip on me getting tighter.
All
of a sudden I hear my name called out from behind me. Nita and I both stop. She
looks at me. We turn at the same time and step forward a little bit towards the
car. I hear ding ding ding as the door opens, and a lady’s leg—rockin’
the fiercest thigh-high boot I think I’ve ever seen in my life—hits the
pavement, and then the rest of the woman slides out from behind the wheel.
“Who
are you?” Nita asks her, not letting go of my arm.
“My
name is Meisha,” the young woman replies to Nita, but she’s not looking at her.
She’s looking straight at me.
“She’s my sister,” I add, my voice so low I can barely
hear myself saying the words.
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