Drawn Into Adventure: a kid's story by Cecil Disharoon, Jr. for Integr8d Soul Comics (preview)

Want to read the first couple of pages, to get the flavor? It's Drawn Into Adventure, by Cecil L. Disharoon Bethany
Within her backyard, Bethany could concentrate, with no one else watching. All alone, her solitude was cozy. Bethany wasn’t lonely. She did miss her friends, Monday and Sun Jay-in. They used to ride bicycles after school together. She remembered their laughter beneath the summer tree limbs of her neighborhood. Today, this made her feel connected, even in this new city.
Bethany hunched down to see if the moss held a small frog. When there was no rush, she could always sit, fascinated, by Nature. What kinds of plants would she find? What animals lived in her backyard?
She wondered how long her afternoons would remain her own- free of lessons. She loved to learn, but heard so much homework was coming, years of it! “Would this be all the playtime I’ll ever have?,” thought Bethany. It was a pretty heavy concept. She sprinted. This lightened her heart!
Andy
After his eighth birthday, Andy got permission to get off the bus at the house of his new friend, Ken. Andy loved the walk through the neighborhood. For so long, he was permitted only to play in his family’s yard. Now, he felt freedom! Ken Ken used to daydream out skyscraper windows, to see city life bustling, far and below. His mother added hours of online instruction to her professional teaching. Now the family could afford the move to somewhere more spacious, out of the city. Ken’s parents hoped Ken would now go enjoy the outside, like his new friend Andy: ride bicycles, run, climb! But like his father, a commercial illustrator, Ken often sat still at a table, dutifully drawing. As when he’d visit the park downtown, Ken still spent his free time on his talent.

How Andy and Ken Met (Or: cultvating a friendship) Andy met Ken while he was on foot, between Chaplin Street, where Ken had recently moved, and Winedock Road, where Andy lived with his sister and parents. Ken met up with three rude boys, who thought it would be fun to force the quiet boy to talk. Though Ken was older, Andy did not think twice about making helping Ken, who was alone.
He simply walked up to Ken and said, “Hello, are you ready to go?”
Ken’s eyes flashed bewilderment, but he remained his usual cool water self. “Sure.”
“We were talking,” said one of the boys, sneering. They were the kind of kids who liked wrecking snow men.
Andy warned them:
“The Cultivator walks these streets. You don’t want him to find and punish you, do you?”

They felt no fear of Andy, who was smaller, and didn’t seem tougher than they were. But, the boys did puzzle a moment over who the Cultivator was. For that matter, WHAT does that even mean?
Andy knew. He stood up for Ken, because he knew: “Secretly, I am the Cultivator!”

Since they couldn’t make anyone miserable, the boys went on.

Andy had created this Cultivator identity. He based it off the home gardening tool an older neighbor let him have. It had a handle made of wood, and three metal prongs, skinny metal curves, sticking out. This was the symbol of his super-identity for now. He often loved to play the most suspenseful, outrageous adventures he could imagine.
He didn’t tell Ken this, right away. He told Ken about the mean boys, though.
“Those three like to corner a little kid. Then Tommy sits on top of the kid. I think the other kid is Brad, who laughs the whole time. Caleb jokes the whole time that tell you you’re going to get it.”

“You tell a story well,” remarked Ken. They re-shouldered their backpacks to get in line for the bus. Ken sketched something awesome before he got off for his stop.
They quickly became story-telling partners. What do you think, eh? My kid readers have enjoyed it so far. I think it's crying out for a few illustrations. It's about 8,300 words long. I'm revising now, but will look for a publisher soon, because this has series written all over it. If I must, I'll self-publish, but I do want it to reach a lot of kids! Of all ages! Best, Cecil Disharoon, Jr. contact me at luelyron@gmail.com