Dave Casler
PO Box 98
Ridgway, Colorado 81432
Young Adult Novels by Dave Casler...
I've been told by publisher after publisher that there's no market for Young Adult novels. I think they're wrong! So I'm putting my novels on-line for you. Forget the publisher! Read to your heart's content--it's free! And, I'd like to hear from you, too! Contact Page.
You're reading About Phillip. Be sure to check out About Dan here.
Phillip is a computer nerd who suddenly discovers a liking for track. Everything would be fine except for his father.
About Series Home
About the About Series
Index to All Chapters
Here are all the chapters, disguised as asterisks. Hover your mouse over an asterisk to see the title of the chapter. Click on the asterisk to go straight to that chapter.
*
*
*
*
*
*
*
*
*
*
*
*
*
*
*
*
*
*
*
*
*
*
*
*
*
*
*
*
*
*
*
*
*
*
*
*
*
*
*
*
*
*
*
*
*
*
*
*
*
*
*
*
*
*
*
*
*
*
*
*
*
*
*
*
*
*
*
*
*
*
*
*
*
*
*
*
*
*
*
*
*
*
*
*
*
*
*
*
*
*
*
*
*
*
*
*
*
*
*
*
*
*
*
*
*
*
*
*
*
*
*
*
*
*
*
*
*
*
*
*
*
*
*
*
*
*
*
*
*
(About Phillip Home) (Last) (Next)
Think About Running!
"So anyway this guy behind the counter can’t believe I wanna dump my permit."
The trio made their way onto the Fairview High track under a beautiful May sky along with the Park athletes and boosters. All the trees had leafed out; it was truly spring at last. The grass was lush underfoot. A bare hint of a breeze ruffled the unseasonably warm afternoon. The Fairview meet was the last full-fledged event before Regionals. The field was full to bursting with athletes, coaches, parents, spectators and equipment—seven schools were competing.
"Did they let you?" asked Grant, huffing to keep up. "You didn’t tell me about this."
"What’d they say?" asked Melanie.
"They took it. I had them issue me an ID-only thing. It looks just like a driver’s license but it’s not."
"So that was step four, right?" asked Grant.
"Yep. Never even occurred to me it was so simple."
"What’s step five?" asked Melanie. They were drawing even with the Park staging area.
"Don’t really know. I guess negotiate a safe return. Anyway Dad came to me last night at Young Men’s and told me he and Mom are coming over tonight to talk. Martin told me it’s all Grams’ idea. Dad looked pretty unhappy, like he doesn’t really wanna do it."
"Tonight?" asked Grant. "I thought you and Melanie were gonna go to the movies."
"Yeah, well, I guess that’s gotta be on hold, ok, Melanie?"
"I suppose." Her face fell. "But I guess this is more important."
"How do you think it’ll go?" asked Grant.
"To be honest, I don’t think it’s gonna go well. I’m nervous. You know how Dad is." He kicked the grass pensively.
"Yeah, I think my dad thinks you’ve moved in forever."
"Are your folks wanting me to leave?"
"I don’t think they’ll throw you out, if that’s what you mean," said Grant. "But Mom’s complaining I’m not doing my homework ‘cause I’m always on the computer with you."
Phillip considered this. "I guess I should talk to them. Maybe the bishop has some other ideas. I’m not ready to move back home."
"I wish you’d move in." said Grant hopefully. "I’ve never had a brother. Or a sister, for that matter. It’s kinda cool."
Melanie spoke up. "I’ve got a younger brother. I don’t think you want one of those."
"Hey," rejoined Phillip. "Martin’s not bad as brothers go."
"Phillip! There you are!" Luke ran up to the trio. "Coach says we all have to be in one place. C’mon!" He paid no attention to Melanie and Grant.
"Later, guys." Phillip turned to follow Luke. He turned back to Grant. "See if they’ll let you get some pics right at the finish line." He jogged with Luke toward the Park group.
Melanie called after him. "Phillip! Think about running, not about tonight!"