Harmony, Chapter 4 Dedicated to: Awesome Friend: Alexandra Z @alex_z980 @alex_z980 @alex_z980 -Introducing: •Alex When I got home from school that day, I waited a few hours, then texted Peter. Me- Hey, it's Starr from English I waited. And waited. And waited some more. UGH!!! That night, at ten, he still hasn't texted back. He didn't reply the next day either. Then, finally, the next morning, (Sunday) my phone buzzed. "Yesss!!!!" I whispered, picking it up. But it wasn't from Peter Blocked Number- STAY AWAY. I'M WARNING YOU. "What?!" I exclaimed. Me- Who is this? Blocked Number- STAY AWAY. Creeeeppppyyyy. I thought. Wait... could it be Macy or Cassandra? It could be... I decided to text one of my best friends, Alex. Alex has EVERYONE'S phone number in her phone. Both he mom and dad are on the PTO, and the school social worker used to babysit Alex's mom. Also, Mrs. Maquilio, the art teacher, would always let her dogsit for poodle. Me- hey, who's number is this? 571-729-6016 Alex- Hang on a sec.. Me- okee dok Alex- dok? Me- forget it. Lol Alex- lol that number is Cassandra Lisiak. I dropped my phone. It clattered under the bed. It buzzed. Alex kept calling me, wondering where I went. I was frozen. My mind was racing. Why? Why me? I couldn't move. My thoughts were a whirlpool, whisking around my head, sloshing over the brim. I stood up and ran down the stairs and burst out the front door. I felt the golden California sunlight that warmed me. My mom wasn't hone and didn't care if I left to go to a friend's house. "Friend." I hopped on my bike and sped off towards Cassandra's house.

Harmony, Chapter 4 *is coming soon. (

Harmony, Chapter 3 The next day, Peter didn't show up at school. I tried texting him, but he didn't reply. He made another no-show the next day, which was Friday. That day, I was packing up my backpack when another note fell out of my locker. It couldn't have been from Peter... Right? The tiny piece of paper was folded. After unfolding, I found a messy scrawl, much unlike Peter's, saying in all caps: STAY AWAY FROM PETER. OR ELSE. Authors Note: -So so so so so sorry this chapter was so short. Comment, like and follow!!! Next chapter will be longer!

Harmony, Chapter 2 "Uhh... No," I stuttered, immediately blushing and feeling stupid. Why couldn't I be sexy and mysterious like Macy or Cassandra?! Peter flashed me another sparkling smile that showed all of his beautiful white teeth. "Sweet," He said, grinning. He slid into the dark blue chair next to me and opened his textbook to page 79. Shakespeare. "Peter," Mrs. Joldie, the English teacher said. "Please read the third #poem on the page. It's a love #poem." Most of the boys in the class groaned and sat back and closed their eyes. But Peter just looked at me with those perfect green eyes. He smiled. Then he read, loud and clear, "Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate: Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer's lease hath all too short a date: But thy eternal summer shall not fade." It was beautiful. When he was done reading, he smiled a smexy crooked smile. My heart melted. Later.... It was ninth period when I was opening my locker to grab my bag. I stuffed all the books into it. I had been thinking of Peter the entire day. Not even the Devil Sisters (Macy and Cassandra Jevil) could get me down. I shoved my English textbook into by bag and a little piece of paper fell out. Curious, I snagged it right before the very final bell and a wave of students rushed toward the doors. The note read: Beautiful. -Peter Then it had his phone number. Holding back tears of joys, I rushed home and quickly typed his number into my iPhone.

Harmony, Chapter 1 The new boy walked into the room. I had overheard, a few days before, that we would be getting a new student in Broonfield Middle. Named Pete Doug. He walked into the room, masculine, lean, and fit. A black t-shirt was stretched across his beautiful body. He had a hard jaw, with a square-ish face and high boyish cheekbones. His light, dirty blonde hair that looked to me kind of like Peeta Mellark's, from the Hunger Games. But what fascinated me the most was his eyes. They were a dazzling green. Looking into his deep eyes was like looking at fire in the rain. He looked around and saw the empty seat next to me and gave a small smile to Mrs. Joldie, our English teacher. She shook his hand and welcomed him to seventh grade. He took his textbook from her and gazed around the class to find a place to sit. Once again, as his stunning green eyes swept over to me, I saw Pete's eyes linger on the empty chair next to me. I instantly looked down, wishing I had dressed a little nicer than my usual baggy sweatpants and tee. He sauntered over to me in the back row, flashing me a perfectly crooked smile before asking, "Is this seat taken?", gesturing towards the blue plastic chair next to me. I stopped breathing.