I Know When You're Going To Die
Description
Leonardo Cantrell is a painfully
shy sixteen-year-old who cannot look people in the eye. One night while he's
volunteering at a homeless shelter, an old man forces eye contact and gives Leo
the power to see Death.
His best, and only, friend—J.C. Rivera—thinks
this new power is cool until Leo accidentally looks into J.C.'s eyes and “sees”
his murder, a murder that will occur in less than two weeks. Stunned and
shaken, the two boys sift through clues in Leo's “vision” in a desperate effort
to find the killer and stop him before he can strike.
Aided by feisty new-girl-at-school,
Laura, the boys uncover evidence suggesting the identity of the murderer.
However, their plan to trap the would-be killer goes horribly awry and reveals
a truth that could kill them all.
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About the Author
Michael J. Bowler grew up in Northern California. He taught high school, both in general education and to students with disabilities, and worked with incarcerated youth. When Michael is not writing, you can find him volunteering as a youth mentor with the Big Brothers Big Sisters program and raising his newly adopted son. He is a passionate advocate for the fair treatment of children and teens in California and hopes his books can show young people they are not alone in their struggles.
I sat so merry in my abode
Loving hands around me
I dreamt of such glorious days
One day i would see
I remember the day I left
My room
I closed the door behind me
One quick look again
Then walked away
The room which would always remind me
The glorious days I had dreamt
I did merrily spent
How little did I then know
Life turns on a dime
My room is now not as it was
When I closed the door
Behind me
My room now is a prison
But not how one would invision
It is one of sorrow and grief
Sadness burns into the bare walls
I catch my breath
And weep
Why did thou'st doth betray?
The room which once embraced me
I ask with riddled heart
Jagged and torn
Which wicked riddles have I thus sought?
I sit still
I am now my room
No dreams as once before
I age before my open door
In my room long ago
I sat merrily in my loving abode
Loving hands did hold me
All gone
My room and myself
Now one
Two thrust to be together
Forever
Alone