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The Dream Diaries


Evelyn Hernandez Series, Book 2
Philip Hoy
Contemporary/Romance/Suspense/Interracial (paranormal elements)
Evernight Teen Publishing, Word count: 45K



The rumor at school is that after the varsity quarterback broke her heart, Evelyn Hernandez broke his hand. Then she demolished his car, beat up his girlfriend, and smashed all the windows in his house—or so the story goes. Some say that under the long hair and blunt cut bangs, beneath the cute dresses and colorful tights, and behind the pretty face and big brown eyes … hides a black-hearted, spell-casting, evil witch.



Only Evelyn doesn’t care what people at school say, or think. She couldn’t be happier. Her bullies have been brought to justice, her parents trust her, and she has a boyfriend who adores her. She’s even returned to drawing in her journal … but that’s when the nightmares begin.
Evelyn believes her violent dreams are messages from the future. Something terrible is going to happen at her school and only she can stop it—but how, and at what price?
16+ due to sexuality, language, and adult situations 
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I’ll be right back,” Karen said over her shoulder as she stepped out into the cold night. She set the bulging bag of trash down long enough to close the door behind her and then hefted it again in both hands and began walking awkwardly with it down the stairs. Her sandals slapped loudly against the bottoms of her feet and the unwelcome odor of chicken bones and baby diapers wafted upwards with each waddling step.
At the bottom of the stairs, she stopped and looked around self-consciously, but the apartment complex was strangely quiet this late in the evening, with most of the windows around her already dark and not another person in sight. She tightened her grip on the neck of the garbage bag and started walking again. The dumpsters were just around the back of her building at the end of the parking lot, but in the dim light of the yellow security lamps they looked much farther. It was colder outside than she expected and Karen regretted not putting on a sweater before leaving the apartment.
A brick wall surrounded the trash bins with large metal gates in the front that were kept locked, but there was a smaller walk-in opening around the back. What if someone was in there, she thought, or something … doing who knows what? Rather than step a foot inside, Karen was tempted to just heave the bag over the wall and hope the lids were up. But the thought of her nephew’s shitty diapers strewn across the parking lot, along with the junk mail and old homework with her name on it, stopped her, and she took a breath and walked inside.
She was relieved to find the lid on the nearest bin was already thrown back, which meant she wouldn’t have to touch anything. She lifted with one hand at the top and the other pushing from below until the weight of the bag rested on the dumpster’s edge, then she pushed it over and let it fall with a muffled splat.
When she turned to leave, a figure was standing in the opening, blocking her way.
“Who’s there?” she shouted, taking a step back.
“Hey, hey,” the figure quickly reassured, slowly moving forward and lowering his raspy voice as he spoke. “Don’t be ascared, girl. We’re not gonna hurt you.”
“Spider?” Karen recognized his bug-eyed, boney face, but she hadn’t seen him at school in over a year. She heard he was locked up.
Orale!” he said, looking back. “See, Creeper? I told you this heina was down.”
A second figure stepped out of the shadows behind Spider, filling the entryway and smiling nervously at Karen.
“Hey, Creeper,” Karen said, smiling and suddenly walking past Spider toward him. “Why you up so late?” she asked, as if they were old friends. “Don’t you have homework or something?”
Most likely confused by the friendliness of her greeting, he shuffled back a step, clearing the doorway just as Karen hoped he would, and she bolted for the opening.
Spider was faster and grabbed her from behind. She tried to scream, but his hand was already covering her mouth.

Back on the Hero’s Path
By Philip Hoy, author of The Dream Diaries: Evelyn Hernandez Book 2
When I began the sequel to The Revenge Artist, I had the idea that my main character, Evelyn, would graduate from hero status in book one to superhero status in book two. That is, having successfully defeated her own bullies, she would naturally progress to defending others from the same. I even had the movie trailer all worked out: 




In The Revenge Artist, Evelyn Hernandez had to save herself.


A crowded school hallway, a couple embracing, fingers texting, long dark hair in tangles, tear-smeared mascara running down a girls face…


Now, in The Dream Diaries, she must use her powers to save others.


Except in The Dream Diaries that didn’t happen, at least not right away. Evelyn, it turns out, is much more complicated than that and she doesn’t always behave the way I expect her to. Which is to say, despite her powers, she’s not so different from most teenagers.  Around her friends, comfortable and confident, she forgets herself. 


For example, early in the story the girls notice a new boy in a grey hoodie and baseball cap sitting off by himself during lunch. A group of older boys are about to approach the kid’s table to harass him and knock the cap off his head, but before this can happen, Evelyn makes a joke about the boy’s “Slim Shady” look and Karen joins in, imitating the “southern accent” he is said to have. Karen says that he’s known as the Psycho Loner Kid on campus and this prompts Evelyn to begin making creepy, Norman Bates impressions, “We all go a little mad sometimes. Haven’t you?” 


Thankfully, Denise speaks up. “Don’t you think you guys are being mean?” she asks. But by now Evelyn and Karen are having too much fun to quit. That is until they witness a group of older boys stop at the kid’s table to bully him. Suddenly Evelyn is very ashamed of herself. That night she has another one of her recurring violent dreams and the very next day, to the astonishment of her friends and most of the lunch crowd, she approaches the kid’s table and introduces herself. This of course, does not go as she’d planned, but it does set her back on the hero’s path…and on her way to saving the world.  


Opening riffs of Metallica’s “Unforgiven”


…a fist crushing an empty beer can, the glimpse of a pistol disappearing into the waistband of someone’s khaki pants, a car with darkened windows parked low in the shadows, a backpack unzipping, a sketchbook opening, a hand with dark nail polish gripping a pencil…


The words “BULLIES BEWARE” spray-painted in red on a wall of school lockers.


A bead of wet paint rolls down the locker face and drips to the floor.



 The Series:  Evelyn Hernandez


Author Bio:

Philip Hoy is a high school English teacher by day and a short-story author, novelist, and poet by night. When he is not creating lesson plans or grading essays, he is writing. He lives in Southern California with his wife Magdalena, also a teacher.


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