Superhuman Trailer Trash Book One

Nature gifts the genetic lottery to a teen from the wrong part of town. Will he be a hero, a villain, or something else?

Max is just trying to make the best out of life. Just another teen living in poverty, hoping to one day leave his trailer park, neglectful mother, and her abusive boyfriend behind.

He had never been smart, strong, or fast. All of that changed overnight.

Max will need to unravel the mystery of what has happened to his mind and body. Trouble will swirl around his family, school, and his friend. Max may be super now, but he is still human. Hopefully, he won't mess this up.

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Excerpt from Superhuman Trailer Trash Book One © Copyright 2024 M.D. Peregrine

As Max burst through the double doors into the gym, he was like a

rabbit caught in the gaze of a wolf. Standing tall with his hands behind his back was his gym teacher, Coach Tuitt. He hated tardiness and was always hard on anybody who came in late, but he always seemed to dislike Max as a general rule. Last year Max had been unable to pass a single physical fitness test, so he was required to retake Physical Education this year. Coach Tuitt liked to use Max as an example and often would point to Max and explain that this is why you shouldn't do drugs or smoke. It upset Max because he didn't do drugs and he didn't smoke. His mom and Rob smoked cigarettes and sometimes pot, but Max never had. He was sure that Coach Tuitt could smell the cigarettes and maybe even the pot on his clothes and had only assumed Max was using. He didn't know why, but Coach Tuitt just didn't like him.

“Max!” Coach Tuitt screamed. “If I were a betting man, I would wager that your delay is not excused. Am I correct?” Max nodded. Coach Tuitt grinned. “Fine. You just volunteered to go first on every test today.” He pointed to the climbing rope. “Climb. This is a test. You either make it to the taped-off mark and climb back down, or you fail. Your grade is based on your time, and time starts NOW!”

Max's stomach sank. He had never been able to climb more than ten feet off of the ground. He was terribly afraid of heights and never really strong enough to climb much. It made Max more nervous that the only safety in place was a wrestling mat that Coach Tuitt kept under the rope.

Despite his fear and numbness throughout his body, Max had the rope in his hands just seconds after he was told to start and began pulling himself up slowly. After a few moments and close to ten feet off the ground, Max realized that his feet were dangling, and he had yet to use them to hold himself up. Always before, he would have to curl his legs in the rope to take the weight off his arms. Once he realized he could pull himself up with his arms, he tried to pull a little faster. It didn't feel like he was straining himself. This is awesome! It felt so easy he felt he could pull harder and faster, so he did. He just looked up and kept pulling himself up as fast as he could. When he got to the taped- off section, he kept going. He was looking right at the top of the rope, tied across a support beam. There was a bell on the beam, and at the beginning of this year, just like every year, Coach Tuitt would climb to the top and ring the bell to remind his students how strong and fit he was. He could hear Coach Tuitt calling for him to come back down, but he was determined now to ring that bell! He kept pulling and eventually got to the very top. As he rang the bell, the chime was overpowered by another sound. It was the sound of all the other students below cheering for Max! They were clapping and shouting and calling out his name.

When Max looked down at the cheering students, he made a serious mistake. He suddenly realized that he was almost forty feet in the air, scared of heights, and in his panic, he lost his grip on the rope. He flailed and tried to grasp the rope again, but it drifted further from his grip as he rushed toward the ground. Looking down in anticipation, Max twisted his body mid-air to point his feet straight down. He then angled every joint in his body until they were loose and supple. When he felt his feet hit the ground, he grabbed his head with both hands, bent his knees, and tilted slightly to his right side. As he came down, he rolled in a ball first to his right knee and right shoulder and then into a barrel roll several times before stopping on his back with his head still protected by his hands.

Coach Tuitt was immediately by his side, ordering everyone back and telling Max not to move and nobody to touch him. He sent one boy to get the nurse and another to fetch the first aid kit. The third, he said to go into his office and call 911. At the mention of 911, Max took his hands from his head and sat up. “Forget 911. No ambulance. I feel fine!” He didn't want them to know that his family couldn't afford the ambulance fee. Coach Tuitt ordered Max to lay back on the mat and wait until the nurse arrived. Max nodded, but only because of the look on the man's face. It was sincere worry and compassion, a side of Coach Tuitt that Max had never seen.

“That was a great climb,” he said. “I never saw anyone climb that fast before. Not even when I was in the Navy with the Teams.” Everyone knew that Coach Tuitt had been a Navy Seal when he was younger, but he never spoke of it to anyone Max knew. “You did good, Max. Just remember that part of the test is to climb back down. I have to give you a B since you took a shortcut.” He grinned, and Max smiled back in return. Max wasn't exactly sure what had happened, but he knew things were now different between him and the Coach.

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