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, referring 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.

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.

Some of my story Whispers, Wishes and Wings:

Prologue
Harmony wanted to be a faerie more than anything else in the world. In fact, she wanted to so much that she prayed about it before she went to sleep. "Which doesn't make much sense, really," she told her cat Margo. "Because I'm not religious. Does that make sense?" Margo didn't respond. Margo never responded. It was silly to think she would, but so was wanting to be a faerie, and so Harmony kept on hoping about it. Margo responding, I mean. But Jasmine responded. Jasmine responded all too much. She was Harmony's friend, you see. Jasmine was very beautiful, with her sun soaked skin and long thick hair. Harmony would cross her skinny legs, pull her fingers through her blonde ponytail, squint through her purple rimmed glasses and sigh. "Oh, I would give ANYTHING for a pair of turquoise, shiny dragonfly wings, ANYTHING I tell you!" she would tell Jasmine, and the girl would say "Would you give me for them?" Harmony would cry out "No! Of course not!", shocked at the idea. "Well then, you wouldn't give ANYTHING," Jasmine would respond, looking back at her with superiority in her dark, beautiful eyes. Harmony would then scowl at her and purse her lips. "Well, maybe I would. You aren't all that nice to me, you know." Jasmine would nod and say "True." Jasmine was obsessed with facts. If something was true, she would agree. If not, she would disagree. She was amazingly smart and did not do well with opinionated things, like politics, for example. Jasmine was what kept Harmony from day-dreaming about flying with the eagles all day. Harmony loved to read, to write, and to draw. She was not a very physical girl, but her mother made her take fencing lessons twice a week on Tuesdays and Thursdays. "You should be happy!" he mother told her. "I've always wanted to learn how to sword fight! And doesn't it remind you of those fantasy books you always read?" Harmony's mother was a Math teacher at the University. She brought Harmony up well and strictly, but never shared the same interests as her daughter. Harmony loved to sit in a meadow behind her house all day, pretending. Her mother thought that if nothing was being done, it would be unspeakably wrong. Her father had loved pretending with Harmony, but he had died two years ago. That had been terrible for the both of them, because he was all that held them together. Her mother had been trying to find another man, but she always left him quickly. Harmony was very glad about that. It wasn't that she had anything against them, but she couldn't stand the thought of someone else taking her father's place. That would be unbearable.

P-E-A-C-E and volunteering

Does anyone here wish for peace? Does anyone here wear peace shirts, peace backpacks, peace pants? Does anyone here really hope that someday peace will come to the Earth?
If so, I envy you.
You can think this and hope all about it and dream. You can sit there and think "Oh, I believe in peace! I am a good person!" I really envy you. Because, you know what?
You're not.
You go along on your daily routine and don't do anything but wish for peace. If you want peace then go out there and try to change things! Do something for others! Get involved! Don't procrastinate, or sit around! DO SOMETHING! We can all make a difference. Yours may not be the biggest, but you can do it. YOU CAN!!!!!

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Hi guys, girls, weirdos, bookworms, aWelcome people, creatures, weirdos, and other miscellaneous things! Thanks for stopping by! Nobody's actually reading this (except Nobody, that is. He PROMISED he would check it out) so I suppose it doesn't matter what I type, but oh well. I'm an 11 year old budding author, artist, and eco-centric. My name's June, and I LOVE soft pillows, warm soup, and others... HEAVENLY... Anyway, check me out on animalsarereallycool.webs.com if you want to see more of me. Here's a cute picture my stepbrother showed me! (Apparentlly there's something they're useful for!)