Adventures of Sylvie Sedan (eBook)

Ginger Gregory (Autor)

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2016 | 1. Auflage
200 Seiten
Yorkshire Publishing (Verlag)
9781942451235 (ISBN)

Infos

Carmony - the essential bond between car and human - is in danger of being lost forever. Ginger and Sylvie are the keys to preserving carmony, but they must earn the right to run roads first. Fasten your seatbelt and let Sylvie Sedan take you on a ride of gasolears and laughs you'll never forget

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See the world as you've never seen it before: through eyes and "e;eyelights."e; The Adventures of Sylvie Sedan alternates between two unique points-of-view, car and human. Welcome to a world where cars and humans can communicate with each other! Sylvie Sedan and her running buddy, Ginger, must overcome many obstacles before passing the Oklahoma drive test. Sylvie calls upon her car friend Summer Sky to help revive Ginger's love for driving during a New York City vacation, but she doesn't realize that the Worldwide Wheels and Vehicles Association simultaneously puts pressure on Summer Sky to accomplish the same task! Carmony-the essential bond between car and human-will be disturbed across the globe if both running buddies cannot carmonize and navigate roads. To further complicate matters, Sylvie and Ginger both suffer from recurring "e;drive-mares"e; which spell failure past and present. In this overcomer story, the two friends discover that road tests really never end. They tackle highway hurdles and near-accidents. The two also grow in ways that transcend driving. Their adventures shatter stereotypes and show the true meaning of friendship-and what a drive to succeed really looks like. Hop into Sylvie Sedan and allow her to take you on an unforgettable journey that will move your heart or engine heart. A journey that will lead to laughs, tears, and gasolears too. And a journey that reminds us to drive with confidence and enthusiasm because every stoplight along life's road can turn green with a little faith and fight. With more than 45 interior illustrations, two adventurous main characters, and vivid storytelling, this YA fiction read will rev up spirits of people age 5 to 105!

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She’s Adopted!

People were packed into the oval-shaped arena like crayons in a grand tin can. The cars were dominos, aligned and ready to topple into victory. Mama, Daddy, Aunt Diann, and my entire family cheered from the stands. Everyone grew silent as the announcer began to call names.

“In lane 6, Danica Patrick.” The crowd exploded like dynamite.

“In lane 7, Ginger Gregory.” The explosion was even louder this time.

I can’t believe I made it to the NASCAR championship. Danica Patrick flipped her hair like the triumphant racer/model that she is. I swallowed my saliva like medicine.

“On your mark!”

OMG.

“Get set.”

But I might throw up.

“Go!”

I can do this!

“There goes numbers five and six. But wait—number seven is gaining speed. She’s approaching six. Faster, faster! Number seven has taken the lead! And with an ’02 Joyota Corolli?” The crowd cheered continuously.

“Ginger! Wake up!” said Mama, hovering over me. I wiped the eye boogers from my face and rolled over to meet her gaze.

“Wh-where are the cheering crowds? Did I win the championship?” Mario, my miniature poochon (poodle/bichon frisé), could sense my disappointment. He bounced onto my bed to lick me.

Mama smiled. “Ginger, Mario has been cheering for you—he wants unlimited rides to the park! Now are you ready to get your first car?”

“Yes!” I said, suddenly forgetting about the race. As a girl, I usually take a while to get ready for anything, but I was out the door in 20 minutes.

“Bye, Mario! I know you don’t want us to leave, but your future with the park is at stake.”

(Sylvie)

“Money, money, I love money / green hearts glow within my own / Lincoln, Jefferson, Benjamin / Brothers all my own!”

Really? Come on, Mr. Gassan. Based on the songs I’ve sung, I can definitely create better lyrics than that.

Mr. Gassan danced from room to room with his vacuum cleaner for a partner. He swung her from side to side, making wide turns across the carpet. After the length of about three lights, he suddenly stopped.

“Ay! I forgot to dust the living room.”

He’s really serious about cleaning. I’m kind of surprised since I sported a thick interior coat of dust up to yesterday.

He finally stopped cleaning and peeked his head out of the small kitchen window.

“My price isn’t cheap, but that girl is getting no ordinary car today. Eighty-four thousand miles? Joyota Corolli? Ha, if I weren’t saving up for a Ferrari I’d probably keep that baby.”

Hey, I’m not a baby! I’ve run many tough roads already. And I had a name. I-I just can’t remember because of—that night.

“But oh well, the time has come to flip this car like a coin!”

Now he’s calling me a coin? Ginger! I need you to come rescue me. “Now the house is ready. Surely they would love to come in for tea.”

(Ginger)

With Mama and me in the rental car, we were off. We followed Daddy in his truck, Young Silver. I was holding a huge bank check. My hands vibrated with excitement as Mama drove down the road. The flowers swayed to the song of spring. The sun reclined high in the sky, almost as if it were a spectator ready to witness my glory. We quickly arrived at Shadybrook Apartments where Mr. Gassan lived.

“Hello Ginger, Melody, and—” “Gavin.”

“Nice to meet you, sir. Would you all like to come inside for tea?”

That’s sweet, but I just want my car!

“I actually have to go straight to work after this, but thank you,” said Daddy.

Wow, he really looks disappointed. “Maybe Mama and I can come in for a few minutes,” I suggested.

Mr. Gassan rubbed the bald spot on his head and smiled. He was wearing a bright-orange shirt with white flowers, khaki pants, and flip-flops.

I rarely wear orange, but today we matched.

Daddy’s face suddenly came under a spell of seriousness. “Ginger, I don’t think that’s a good—”

“Gavin, we’ll be fine,” Mama said.

My dad thought for a moment. “Okay, but I’d like to see the title before I leave.”

Mr. Gassan opened a briefcase I hadn’t noticed before. “Here it is, sir. And just to erase any worries, my friend, I’ll let you take the title right now.”

Daddy took the golden sheet from his hand. “Well, that’s a bold move.”

“Yes, yes, I trust you. You are a Christian family, no? I find many of those here in Tulsa.”

“We are, but don’t trust everyone,” my mom warned as she playfully waved a finger at him.

“Of course—I am a car flipper. Sometimes shiny rims don’t shimmer.”

Okay, am I missing something here? Are we going to be on the 10:00 news tonight?

“And as a Christian, I’m not going to take this title yet. Here,” said Daddy, handing the title back to Mr. Gassan. “I just wanted to see it.” We said good-bye to Daddy and followed Mr. Gassan upstairs. “I live on the third floor, ladies. We could have taken the elevator, but I

need exercise as you can see.”

“You look fine, Mr. Gassan,” I said.

“Why thank you, Ms. Ginger,” he said, turning to smile at me. His

apartment was like nothing I had ever seen. He had strings of little lights dangling from the ceiling like a marketplace. A large chest labeled “car” sat in front of his couch like a coffee table. And his kitchen was filled with teas of every kind.

“Wow,” I said. “You have quite a collection!”

“And your house is clean for a man. For anyone, really,” Mama added.

“You are both too kind. Please, do sit down at my kitchen bar,” he said. “What kind of tea do you like?”

“What do you suggest? You obviously have excellent taste in cars, so I trust your tea taste,” I said.

Mr. Gassan stepped on the opposite side of the bar and rested his hands on the counter in front of us. “Well, how about some ginger tea, Ms. Ginger?”

“Oooh, I’d love to try that!”

“Would you like ginger tea as well, Ms.

Melody?” “She doesn’t like me,” I joked.

“How could you not like your own daughter?” asked Mr. Gassan, raising his hands in disbelief.

“I don’t like the tea—only the person. Green tea is fine.”

The ginger tea tasted stronger than it looked. I usually eat and drink really slowly, but I was amped up about my new car and could not slow down.

“Ginger, let your tea cool first. You don’t want to keep burning your tongue again and again.”

“Okay! I’m just so excited.”

We small talked with Mr. Gassan for a while. And then he said something creepy.

“You know I thought of kidnapping you both the other day.” Mama and I set our tea cups down mid-sip. I remembered moves from my 6th-grade tae-kwon-do class.

“But of course I dismissed the thought,” Mr. Gassan continued. “As the driver I had to focus on keeping you two safe, not on finding some hideout spot to hold a ransom. Plus, I would never do such a thing. I’m a nice guy, you see. Future family man.”

I breathed a sigh of relief. “I’m glad you didn’t kidnap us,” I said. “I’m only 18, and there are so many adventures to experience out there. On wheels.”

“Yes, I know. The adventures of a girl and her car. No, the adventures of a curly-haired girl with a cute voice.” He rubbed his chin.

Didn’t he say something about my voice when I first met him?

My mom sat up in her chair. “Mr. Gassan, you do realize you’re old enough to be Ginger’s father?”

“Of course, my friends, of course. I simply like to enjoy a sweet voice when I find one. Now, let’s get down to the exchange before I say too much.”

Moments later, I exchanged my check (and $1,000 in cash, because Mr. Gassan wanted “a little spending money”) for a clean title to the car. He also gave us two car keys and a remote to the Pioneer sound system. “Oh, and can you please sign this contract?” I asked.

30-Day Warranty Agreement

If Ginger Gregory finds anything wrong with this 2002 Joyota Corolli within the first 30 days of ownership, I, Gassan Ali, agree to make the necessary repairs.

He signed the bottom of my self-made contract. “Okay, there you are, Ginger!” he said. “Oh, and I should let you know that this is no ordinary sedan.”

I raised my eyebrows. “What does that mean?”

Mr....

Produkt-Details

• Erscheint lt. Verlag: 21.9.2016
• Sprache: englisch
• Themenwelt: Literatur ► Romane / Erzählungen
• ISBN-13: 9781942451235 / 9781942451235