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The Rebel Starr: The Time Travel Shenanigans of Oliver Starr, #1
The Rebel Starr: The Time Travel Shenanigans of Oliver Starr, #1
The Rebel Starr: The Time Travel Shenanigans of Oliver Starr, #1
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The Rebel Starr: The Time Travel Shenanigans of Oliver Starr, #1

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Oliver Starr is a genius. He's thirteen but spends his time in his mother's lab making inventions. His biggest invention? Time travel. With his newly invented device, he begins a test. A test that goes awry and he finds himself in the middle of the American Revolution. Joining forces with the liks of Paul Revere, he makes his way from Lexington to Concord and finally to Boston with the minutement and future Colonial Army.

LanguageEnglish
PublisherSean Collom
Release dateAug 31, 2022
ISBN9781386631996
The Rebel Starr: The Time Travel Shenanigans of Oliver Starr, #1
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Sean Collom

Sean Collom grew up in Gilbert, Arizona. He is now a father of four children and a school teacher in Florence, Arizona. Bionicum is his debut novel.

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    The Rebel Starr - Sean Collom

    Chapter One

    I’M OLIVER. OLIVER Starr. My mom owns a big tech company called Starr Technologies. It’s kind of a big deal. At least, that’s what people tell me. What do I know, I’m thirteen. But from what people say, there hasn’t been a company as important as Starr Tech since the around 2020, and that was over a hundred years ago!

    Yeah, my life seems like it would be pretty cool, right? You’d think so. Turns out having a super famous mom with a big company isn’t all that great. I don’t remember the last time I spent good quality time with her. On the bright side, I get a lot of time to myself to work on my own projects. I’m an inventor, too. And kind of a genius, but I don’t really like to brag.

    Yes you do.

    Oh, that’s Heather. She’s an AI that I created with all the free time I have. Unfortunately, she’s developed quite the attitude. Pro tip: When you get lonely a lot and create someone to talk to, don’t give them too much personality. And it’s not a great idea to put it into a microchip embedded in your skin. I did that just for giggles, but now I can’t get rid of her without telling my mom I’ve been breaking into her lab at home when she’s at the office. So now I’m stuck with a constant voice inside my head. Like a conscience, but really annoying.

    Anyway, as I was saying, I’m kind of a genius. I like to build things.

    Build things... That’s a funny way to describe blowing things up.

    Hey, I built you didn’t I? You didn’t blow up.

    Yeah, good thing, or you’d be dead.

    You’re not wrong...

    Anyway, I like to build things. Whenever my mom isn’t around, I sneak into her office and mess around with whatever I can find. I programmed a bot to do my online schoolwork for me, so I have the whole day to do whatever I want. Unfortunately, Heather is right about one thing. Most of my inventions don’t make it past the first test. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve had to clean up the lab so my mom didn’t notice anything. There is one project that worked better than I thought it would, but it was a doozy.

    Chapter Two

    IT WAS MY THIRTEENTH birthday. I jumped out of bed and immediately regretted it. I was only in my boxers and it was December in New York City. The windows were completely frosted over and the heater wasn’t turned up yet. I like it kind of chilly when I sleep so I can bundle up under the covers without getting too hot. Luckily, though, Heather can interface with the house systems.

    Heather, will you turn on the heat in here, I asked.

    The furnace kicked to life as I got dressed in a plain white t-shirt and jeans. I bolted down the stairs to get my annual birthday breakfast cake, which was less of a cake and more of a big pile of donuts with candles in them. It was a tradition my mom started when I was old enough to eat donuts. My socks slipped on the tile floor on my way around the corner into the kitchen and I barely caught myself before face-planting into the clean tile.

    As expected, there were my donuts, sitting on the counter. Unexpectedly, however, they were still in the box. No candles. Nothing. I was crushed. This was the first year I didn’t have my giant pile of donuts waiting for me when I woke up on my birthday.

    My mom was there, though, so I asked her, "Where’s my donut

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