First Chapter of the book

Harmony and Jasmine went to school at Zion Elementary Academy, and were both in fifth grade, although Jasmine was only 9 and Harmony was 10. Jasmine had skipped Kindergarten, after telling the teacher that the snacks provided did not have enough nutrients to keep her awake until nap time. The teacher, Ms. Hemming, was aggravated and asked her if she had measured the amount or if she was just making this up. Jasmine had told Ms. Hemming that indeed she had measured it and started a small speech on Health that lasted a whole five minutes, and left Ms. Hemming very flustered. She had notified the principal right away. Harmony then met her in the first grade classroom on the second day of school and asked her if she needed directions to the Kindergarten room. Jasmine said no and informed the startled first grader about her high intellect and previous meeting with the teacher. Harmony did not understand half the words Jasmine used. Now, or when this story takes place, Harmony still doesn't, but has a better idea. At this time, she was sitting at her desk, chewing the end of her pencil in concentration. There was one question on the quiz Mr. Pippin had assigned that she did not get at all. It was nice to have a hard (but not strict) teacher, because (as we all know) teachers can end up dreadfully boring, and Mr. Pippin certainly wasn't that, but he gave the toughest questions and assignments. This one was on the French Revolution, which Harmony wondered if she really needed to know about because she lived in America and was quite patriotic, thank you very much! She was so fascinated with the question that she didn't realise footsteps getting close to her. She jumped and almost shrieked when she heard a smooth, calm voice greet her. "Hullo," he said in an English accent. Harmony looked up at him, flustered and about to scold him not to surprise her like that, but she stopped. He was quite handsome, with a mullet of dark hair, nicely tanned skin and a cute look in his big, dark eyes. Harmony was reminded of Jasmine. "They could be siblings!" she thought, and wondered if she should tell this boy that, but decided not to. He was making her very conscious of herself, and have a fluttery feeling in her stomach, and she didn't know why. "You shouldn't chew on your pencil," he said, refering to the writing utensil in her hand. Harmony had almost forgotten about it. She had almost forgotten about the question too! That was odd, for she had been so concentrated on it before... and what was that fluttery feeling in her stomach? Whatever it was, it had to stop! She turned to the boy, trying to look cooly into his huge brown eyes. They sort of swirled around in his pupils, like water going down a drain. Harmony had the sudden urge to swim in them. She immediately scolded herself for thinking such odd, strange thoughts. Again she tried to look cooly at him. "Who are you to boss me around like that? I don't even know who you are! Do you need directions to a different classroom?" He tilted his head and shook it. "I'm s'pposed to be here. I... I... I am... Bartholomew from... Alaska!" Harmony raised her eyebrows at this. He certainly didn't look like he was from Alaska, being tan and having an English accent. But why would he lie about something as silly as that? "Alright Bartholomew from Alaska. Why did you transfer here in the middle of the day? Don't you need to go to the Principal-" "NO!" he shouted, suddenly. Some people talking to each other started looking at him. He turned his now maroon head to face her and hissed "I am NOT going to the principal!" at the startled girl in front of him. His face wiped of the emotion and turned to its original tan. "Now, whot's your name?" he asked her. "Uh... my name's Harmony!" she said, rebounding quickly. All of a sudden, the recess bell rang and Mr. Pippin told the class to pass up their papers. Harmony groaned. She still hadn't finished the last question! She glared at 'Bartholomew' and circled a random answer. Mr. Pippin came by to pick up the class' papers and his eyes fell upon 'Bartholomew' "Ah, who is this young man?" he asked, a jolly smile playing on his lips. "Bartholomew from Alaska, Mr. Pippins," Harmony responded, glaring at the boy. "Hello Mr. Bartholomew, do you need to go to the principal's office-" Suddenly, Mr. Pippins said "Never mind, just go out to recess," seemingly just as he finished saying "office". Harmony gasped and turned to Bartholomew, but he had already left, jogging with his shiny hair flowing behind him. Harmony gulped and walked to Jasmine. "Something weird just happened..." she whispered to the other preteen. Jasmine turned, her thick hair waving, and smiled. "It'll just be your highly overactive imagination, but tell me anyway, I see you're dying to." And the two walked to the playground, not noticing Mrs. Green, the principal, walking by them, tuning her hearing aid to listen to every word.