Melody's Hub

Miko walked down the hall of cages, almost all of them empty. Which case did Officer Dennys said it was? Oh, the sixth cage on the right. Miko found it soon.  She peered inside the bars. A boy, maybe thirteen or fourteen, was sitting on a small stool.  Miko pressed her face against the cage, hoping it wasn’t a child who was in there. But it was. It  was  a child. “You’re the convict?  You’re  the one who  kidnapped  Evan Fife?” Miko asked in disbelief.  The boy looked up. His eyes were sunken, blackened. Miko gulped. What had happened to him? “No,” he whispered, raspy. Then, like a bullet, he shot out and grabbed Miko’s hand, but she pulled it out quickly. “What are you doing?” Miko tried to keep her voice level. “ Who told you? ” he asked fiercely. “Officer Dennys.” The boy’s eyebrows mashed together in anger. “ Dennys!  Of all the people? Dennys’ a mole, Myelin. A big mole. He never wants to help out. He’s just doing it for the glory.” Miko didn’t bother to ask how he’d know her name

Hi guys! Yes, the part you've all been waiting for: the final book of 'The Jr. Pop Diaries: Year 2'! Bet this one will rock your socks off! Enjoy: 1. Blank Face They moved away.  They moved away. I couldn’t handle it well. You and I both know I couldn’t. 2. The Ride To Fresno Narrative Continued by Tana  I sat in the train, cradling my sketchbook in my lap. My voice was hoarse after crying so much. I thought I would have a bit of a happier ending. Turns out, I wouldn’t. I had a pencil in the little loop of the cover of my sketchbook, so I pulled it out and started drawing. I drew my old home, with its simple brick foundation and clay roof. I drew what I imagined would be my new house. It would probably be white and blue, kinda cheery, like a summer home. And maybe have an old-fashioned chimney coming out of the roof.  Mom and Dad were sitting opposite to me. They were staring out the windows, but Dad was typing frantically on his phone, perhaps trying to explain why we move

Varangi Didi and the other gurus are going to attend a shoot for one of the Indian Idol episodes, and Didi wants to specifically support one of the contestants, Nihal Tauro.   “You all, I have told your parents to make sure you stay out of trouble. This might be the only practice you’ll miss, but you better rehearse, for you’ll need it,” she warns us. The other gurus nod, then they leave.  All of us, twelve Super Dancers, are watching them climb into two SUVs and drive to the studio.  “Are we following their orders?” Parita asks, breaking the silence. “Nuh-uh, nuh-uh, nuh-uh.” Sobhit modifies his usual Shah Rukh Khan dialogue, and makes us laugh. Heading back inside the hotel, Arshika says, “You know, we should  all  have a sleepover.” Prithvi’s eyes widen. “Sleepover? You’re a dreamer, Arshika. A dreamer.” “It isn’t a bad idea,” Florisha says. “Then let’s do it!” I pump my fist in the air. Eeshvi facepalms. “Sankalp, you idiot. We can’t.” “What do you mean?” I ask. “Because our parent