The Halloween Dino Trip: The Mystery Adventures of Jillian Waylan, #1

By Lea Schizas

Jillian is planning her first big Halloween party and hopes the weather holds out.

Well, the weather does...but after Jillian, in her witch's outfit playfully chants the following from a prop witch's spell book:

"Changes are due…

Not many but a few

To meet your history

And see it's not misery

Ghosts will abound

Trekking all around

For you will now travel

In a land full of marvel"

everyone is in for the surprise of their life. Her backyard is gone. In its place greenery filled with tall trees, a variety of bushes, and...DINOSAURS?

The Mystery Adventures of Jillian Waylan will be a series of books for grades 4 - 6 where a witch's spell book ends up in Jillian's hands all the time, no matter how much she tries to get rid of that book. Exciting adventures to other times and interesting historical figures are in store for all of her friends. But the mystery is...who keeps placing that book in Jillian's hands? A clue is placed in each book for the readers to try and figure it out. 

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lea Schizas
• Release date: Jul 14, 2021
• ISBN: 9781773920801

Lea Schizas

All her life, Lea Schizas chased her dream...to be a writer. At some point that dream became reality because of hard work, and never allowing the negative forces in life stop her from that goal.“Writing is a time where I place all my worries to the side, where I step into a new world and become just about anyone my pen inks out.I love saying these four words now...I. Am. A. Writer.I am a mommy of 5...grandmother...living her dream...and so can you.”For more information on other books by Lea Schizas, please visit:www.thewritingjungle.com

Book preview

Chapter One

The Halloween Party

Jillian opened the bedroom window, poked her head outside, and peered at the sky. The sun warmed her face.

Clear, clear, clear. Better stay like this until my Halloween party.

October brought cooler temperatures, rumbling thunder, and dark gray clouds, earlier this year than others. Today’s blue sky, however, gave Jillian hope. She shut her window but not before one last glance up.

Jillian walked around the white-bleached canopy bed, her bare feet sinking into the matching plush area rug. She opened her closet and stared at last year’s costume hanging in the far corner, a witch’s long-sleeved dress and matching hat.

A smile flittered across her lips before turning into a pout. Only thing needed is a new robe, she thought, poking her fingers through torn slits on the right sleeve.

Jillian, Barbara’s here, called her mother from downstairs.

She pulled on a pair of socks and dashed out the door.

Hey, Barbara said, a smile pasted on her face.

Jillian jumped the last couple of stairs, landing right in front of her lanky friend.

Where’s your costume? Jillian stared at Barbara’s empty hands. I always get a sneak preview of what you’re wearing before Halloween.

Mom’s not finished sewing it yet. But it’ll be ready before Friday’s party.

Barbara’s hazel eyes sparkled with amusement.

It’s not ready, or you don’t want me to see it yet? Jillian planted her hands on her hips waiting for a response.

Barbara giggled and shrugged her shoulders. "Let’s just say it’s not ready to be unwrapped."

Hmm. Jillian was definitely intrigued now.

Daisy appeared out of nowhere, barking loudly, and startling the girls. She jumped from one to the other, sniffed, and pawed the girls for their attention.

Daisy, quiet. Jillian reached down and grabbed the rambunctious Shi Tzu, scooping her in her arms.

You’re lucky she’s not a Chihuahua. My aunt’s dog barks nonstop. Barbara leaned over and patted Daisy on the head. You dressing her up? She giggled when the pup licked her hand like a Popsicle.

Yep, a witch needs a ghost dog.

Daisy’s black and white face shook as she looked around, eying both girls. She wiggled to get free, flapping her puffy pom-pom tail in Jillian’s face.

Okay, okay, hold on. Jillian placed the puppy on the floor and then rummaged through her back pocket taking out a scrunchie. She tied her long hair in a ponytail.

Why don’t you ever wear a black wig to cover up your tomato hair? Barbara asked.

And be the same like every other witch?

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