The Alberic Stones: Harry Finon Stories

I have shown you this story before but I have edited it so there is one type of point of view and also grammar and spelling mistakes have been fixed. I really want to continue with this story so I thought I should repost it. I also need ideas on how to continue it. I have made 3 chapters with this so I'll post those. Sorry if you think this is spam but I didn't want to post on an old thread so I made a new thread. Once again, sorry.


[FONT=&quot]Chapter 1[/FONT][FONT=&quot]

[/FONT][FONT=&quot]The Summer passed and after several weeks of boredom, Harry was walking to school. His bag was firmly gripped onto his shoulders and he felt his forehead sweating from the heat. It was unusually hot for September. He looked up the street which led up to the school with the mountain behind the school. The sunrise seemed to peek over the mountain and some sunbeams went into his eyes, making yellow patches appear in his eyesight but as these patches disappeared, he saw the lamps hanging over the road like vultures. The lamps didn't work throughout the summer, causing the darkness to crawl throughout the area, during night time but one light always worked; the one around the corner by the local convenience store but this particular lamp flickered, instead of a solid, continuous light. He passed down old Mrs. Griffin's house, where her fat ginger red furred cat always chilled out, sitting on the windowsill, every morning, Mrs. Griffin was an old friendly woman, who invited Harry's family to have tea, every month. Mrs. Griffin was like Harry's third grandmother but her forgetfulness made her unfriendly to her cat because she thought it was from the streets, coming in to attack her. She threw it out sometimes. Soon enough, Harry stood on the steps up towards the school and entered inside to find the same 17 year old boy, listening to his music player with his massive headphones, which produced a large volume of sound. Harry could hear his music so clearly as if it could be coming from a stereo at normal volume. It was that loud, that he wondered how he was not deaf. The boy sat down on a circular bench, which surrounded a wooden carving of an owl. The carving was about triple the size of the boy with the headphones. His afro like curly hair and glasses made the boy stand out from the crowd but the halls were empty because it was early. Harry gave a nod to him and walked up to the table, which stood in the main hall. I was waiting for the arrival of Jennifer Slacker, the girl Harry fancied ever since Grade 8. She was kind, clever and polite. She was also very beautiful and the way she ran her hand through her long silky brown hair made Harry's heart lift unto the skies. Harry never thought he stood a chance with her but during the summer, my self-esteem had increased so Harry decided, this year was the year, he was going to ask Jennifer Slacker to a date. Harry looked up at the clock above the sign for the cafe and it read "8:25AM". Jennifer always came to the school early at Middle School and suddenly Harry realized he was right. His heartbeat raced, as he saw her beautiful smile, her deep brown eyes and long hazel hair. She sat down on the opposite side of the table; the table Harry was sitting on.[/FONT]