As you will see, this story is a lot different than my first one. Just thought I would show you guy's my variety. And I know it's short, but if you guys like this chapter, the next few will be longer (hopefully).

"Hey Huey?" said Jazmine holding a copy of 'InStyle', "How come I don't look like these girls"

"I don't know, it might have something to do with the fact that your not 23 years-old"

Huey and Jazmine were sitting atop their hill like they did almost everyday, Huey silently reading the newspaper and Jazmine just sitting beside him, watching the clouds and thinking. But today, Jazmine also brought something to read.

"Why did you even bring that thing up here?" he asked

"What do you mean? You're always telling me I should be reading when we're up here"

"Yeah, but I didn't mean material like that" he said, giving a disgusted look in the direction of the fashion magazine lying on her lap.

"I don't tell you what you can and can't read" she said, pouting a little.

"There's a difference, Jazmine. I'm reading about topics that will actually impact our lives and the world we live in. I don't think future generations will care what the new black was 1,000 years ago"

"You're so mean, Huey Freeman", but of course, she didn't mean this. He did, after all, have a point; he always had a point. And that's what she liked about him. He had a vast intellect far above anyone else his age. But as all intelligent people know, with great knowledge comes great pain. That's why stupid people are always so happy; they are not aware of all the wrong that is going on around them. But Huey Freeman was, and that was why he never smiled.

Not that Jazmine was stupid or anything. She got straight A's in all of her classes. But there are two different kinds of smart: book-smart, where you know facts about various subjects you learn about, and spiritually smart, where you see the universe for what it truly is. Huey was both.

"Don't you ever get tired of reading about all those bad things?" asked Jazmine, "Wouldn't you rather read about something happy?"

"Yeah, fashion is a real tea party with all of these models starving themselves to death just so they can be in the spotlight for two damn seconds"

Jazmine couldn't think of a response to this, so she started to cry, in hopes of gaining some sympathy, and maybe even an apology. But it never worked. No matter how many times she did this, he just turned his head and said something like "Jazmine, get a grip" or "Stop crying and make better use of your time". And she did always eventually stop. Hell, if she always stayed mad at him, he wouldn't be her best friend. Though, admittedly, she did wish he would think of her as more than that one of these days.

"Hey Huey?"

"Yes, Jazmine?" he said with slight annoyance at the sign of another dumb question.

"Do you think I'm pretty?" she asked innocently.

This made Huey furious, "Now what the hell kind of question is that!?" he asked, probably slightly more surprised than furious now that you think about it, "Just what do you hope to gain if I tell you that 'you are the most beautiful 10 year-old girl I have ever laid my eyes upon'? Isn't there something of more importance in this world that you would rather like to know about? I'm out of here"

And so, he left, leaving Jazmine sitting atop their hill all by herself. But truth be told, there was nothing Jazmine wanted more in this world than an answer to that question.

Different, huh?