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FREDDIE BRENNER’S
 MYSTICAL ADVENTURES
Book 6
The Indian Hauntingat Malibu Canyon
by
Kathy J. Forti
© copyright 1984, 2011
 
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The Indian Haunting at Malibu Canyon
 
he Los Angeles Airport was crawling with Thanksgiving travelers. FreddieBrenner was just glad to be escaping to sunny California this year for histurkey dinner. It was colder than a deep freeze back home and had evensnowed a few days earlier.He smiled as warm sunlight flooded his face. He was in the land of palm trees,Disney Land and Hollywood stars. Everyone had a cell phone attached to their ear andsleek expensive sports cars buzzed in and out of every lane with glamorous lookingpeople behind the wheels. LA was full of fast action. He wished he could see who wasinside all those long black limousines. Probably rock stars.
His Aunt Margo‟s job had transferred her to Los Angeles exac
tly one month ago.She had called his Mom almost every other day saying how lonely for family she was.So here they were for Thanksgiving ready to spend the holidays in her new house thateven had a swimming pool.Aunt Margo was the youngest of his mothe
r‟s sisters and was pretty cool for anold person. She had promised Michael and him that she‟d take them to Universal
Studios, Disney Land, and a lot of other attractions. Freddie wanted to see the PacificOcean and the surfers. Aunt Margo lived near the ocean in some place called Malibu
Canyon, which she told his mother was „heavenly, absolutely heavenly.‟
 Aunt Margo met them in her mini van which, Freddie noted with somedisappointment, was not nearly as cool as some of the other Jaguars and Porches comingand going. She looked tired, really tired, and right off his mother starts asking thequestions.
“I haven‟t been sleeping well since I moved into the new house,” his Auntexplained. “I guess it takes awhile to settle in and get comfortable.”
 Freddie sometimes had trouble sleeping, too. But not in the morning when it wastime to get up. He could sleep through his alarm and just about any other racket Michaelinflicted on him each new waking day. He looked over at Michael who was stillgrumbling about one of the wheels being broken on his new suitcase. He was dragging itacross the pavement, making a lot of racket.
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LauraNovak

And you have proven yourself! Great writing, great read. Reminds me of what a writer in a class I took was aiming for with a YA novel. THIS is what she hoped it would end up as. Glad to read your work.

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