TITLE: Jasmine Jones and the Slightly Heroic League of Misfits
GENRE: MG Fantasy
When an eccentric twelve year old girl discovers she’s a magically created clone of a tyrannical dictator, she joins an unlikely group of misfits on a mission to defy her destiny and save a living metropolis.
It’s not like I set out to be an evil dictator.
I didn’t spend weekends building a doomsday device or plotting world domination. Truth is, I spent most of my time trying to stay out of trouble. Three days before I took power was a typical example—it was a warm Friday afternoon and my classmates were on their way to a relaxing weekend. Some strolled home in groups, laughing and organising sleep overs.
I was hiding in the music room store cupboard before the final bell stopped ringing. I waited a long twenty minutes then snuck out to the old gum tree. I leapt up the branches like I’d been doing it for years (and I had), and surveyed the school grounds.
I pictured my surroundings as a giant chess board with enemy forces poised to attack. I wished it was Monopoly, the real estate thing sucked but I loved that little silver dog. Or there was Clue but—
“Help,” someone yelled from below. I squinted through the branches to see a blonde kid collapse against the Library wall. I cursed, wishing I’d left a minute earlier.
“Someone please help,” he mumbled, obviously not going anywhere.
I checked the area again before lowering myself down.
“Hey,” I said, hitting the ground a few feet away.
The kid’s head jolted upright. He was thin, and way too long—like a giant stick insect in shorts and a t-shirt.
“I know you,” he said.