I'm back with another story. This story takes place a few months after 'Wings of Flame' in the summer time. I hope you enjoy. And if you haven't read 'Wings of Flame' yet then I suggest you do, or else what's happening may not make sense.

I don't own any of the characters…Except for Sparrow, Sparrow is mine.

Now, onward.

It was finally summer, school's out and Jade was looking forward to hanging out with her guy-friends. She didn't stop to think that they might have other plans.

"What do you mean you're busy tomorrow? I thought we were going to hang out." Jade whined to Frank. Frank rolled his eyes and said

"Didn't I just say that it's only for two hours in the morning…and not just tomorrow, but I have rehearsal almost every morning in June."

"I still don't see why you are going to give up two hours of your day to sit around a play boring songs on the Violin; it doesn't seem like you at all." Jade says.

"That's because it isn't. I don't really like to play classical music, but this symphony group is playing soundtracks from movies and musicals, and that stuff is fun to play. And I don't play the Violin, it's a Viola."

Jade and Frank kept on arguing while Charlie and Seymour just sat back and watched.

"So, this group that Franks in…What exactly is it?" Seymour asked Charlie. Charlie looked up from his drawing and says

"It's a sort of mini-symphony for junior high and high school kids. Since we are starting Junior high next year Frank is allowed to join. But he has to take a bus to get there because it's half an hour away and his dad doesn't want to drive him there and back every day."

Early the next morning, despite Jade's arguments, Frank got on the bus to go to rehearsal and sat down away from everyone else. Frank didn't like being around people who didn't understand him, so when his friends weren't around he was often by himself. Today though was different.

"Hey can I sit here?" A voice asked. Frank looked up to see the speaker: A girl about his age that had a kind and somewhat familiar look in her eyes, and the most unique hair that Frank had ever seen. Her hair was layered and shoulder length, but what was different was the color. The top of her head had red hair, but then it faded to strawberry blond, and then just normal blond. And it looked completely natural.

"Yeah, go ahead." Said Frank, turning to look out the window, planning on just ignoring the girl, but she would have none of that.

"What instrument do you play?" She asked.

"The Viola." Frank replied. Hey, just because he doesn't trust people he first meets does not mean that he ignores them.

"The Viola? That's pretty cool" The girl says. "I myself play the Flute. Oh, and my name's Sparrow."

Frank turned to look at the girl. "I'm Frank." He says, "So, Sparrow, that's a unique name."

"I know, I love it." Sparrow says, smiling, she continues. "My dad is really into things that fly. To him, flight means the same thing as freedom. So he named me after a bird."

"What about your mom?" Frank asked

Sparrow shook her head, "I never knew my mom, only my dad, although it's been many years since I've seen him." Sparrow started looking a little sad.

"I never really knew my mom either," Frank says "She died when I was younger. Why haven't you seen your dad?"

"He's sorta in jail, for something that he didn't do. No one else believes me on that, but he just seems too nice to do something bad." Sparrow said, still looking sad.

"I sorta feel the same way about my uncle. Yeah, he does commit crimes and all that, but he's not a bad person. And at least you have good memories about your dad, I see mine every day and we can't stand each other, we barely ever talk. I know that my dad isn't always a jerk, but it seems like he's always nice to everyone else except for me."

Sparrow smiled sympathetically and said "Maybe you just need to meet him in the middle, try to see things the way that he does. Maybe it would help if you knew why he treats you the way that he does."

"Oh, I know why." Frank said quietly, and turned to look out the window again. Sparrow looked at Frank sadly, then reached out and grabbed his hand.

Yay, chapter 1 completed, and I apologize that it's so short, but they will be longer later. This story doesn't have much action in it, and it has a lot of talking. But all the talking is important so just bare with it please. I will try to have the next chapter up within a week, until then, May the Fourth be with you…I just had to say it.