(Except the first chapter of Wings of the Sky isn't finished.)

Chapter One

It Just Takes Belief

"Write down on your sheet of paper, a mythical, or mystical, creature that you wish to be real. But it has to be created by you, not original."

P-E-G-A-S-I, I wrote.

Ms. Clye walked over to each student’s desk.

At last she came beside mine; glancing over my shoulder, "Esther, did you not understand what I said?”

I looked up and nodded.

"What did I say, opposite, of what you wrote?"

"Um," I took a moment to think, "You said for us to make up a mythical creature?"

"Uh huh, I will let you do just this time, but if you do that again, I will send you to the office."

I raised my hand.

"Yes?" Ms. Clye asked, rather impatiently.

"Actually, my real name is Hadassah, not Esther." I said, correcting her.

She gasped, insulted, the other students laughed in the background.

. . . .

"So, what did you write?" asked my only friend, Amy.

"Pegasi," I answered, "what did you write?"

“‘Panda corn’." She smiled.

I smiled back, imagining a panda with a horn.

. . . .

Unfortunately, after having lunch at the cafeteria, I was called to the principal’s office.

I sat down. The room looked like a dungeon; gray walls and one tiny window, so that no one can escape.

"Esther-" The principal started.

"My name is Haddi," I said through my gritted teeth.

Mr. McCarthy sighed. "Haddi, why did you insult Ms. Clye in history class?"

I didn’t answer.

"Es- I mean Haddi, pay attention-! Please."

"I didn't insult her; I only announced that my real name is Hadassah."

Because, she called me Esther.

Mr. McCarthy sighed again and leaned back in his black chair.

"Why didn't you just listen to Ms. Clye?" he finally asked.

“‘Cause, pegasi are the only creatures I want to be real," I answered.

Mr. McCarthy leaned forward. "Hadassah, do you believe in pegasi?"

I nodded.

"How do you believe in them; even though there have been no traces at all?" He sounded interested.

I shrugged. “I just believe, no matter what.”

Or not.

"Haddi, aren't you a little old to believe in fairy tales?" Mr. McCarthy asked, with a sneer on his face.

I was really irritated; I bared my teeth showing my braces.

"What I'm sure of, pegasi aren't just from Mother Goose, or something. They're real, and I'll prove it someday.”

I got up and went out the door.

Chapter Two

The Old Woman

Melissa ran up beside me.

"So, how was your meeting with the principal?" She asked in her snotty voice.

"None of your business." I muttered, walking into the forest.

I'd rather walk by the so called 'haunted house', than go by the public road the 'nosey-people' use, who won't mind their own business.

I always felt sorry for the old place, built in the 1800s I guess. And nobody has lived there for years, either.

I stopped and stared.

An old woman was sitting in a rocking chair on the porch of the 'haunted house!'