okay, this is the second part of my first chapter, oh gosh, i am terified to post! never gets easier! sorry about the font and stuff, it doesnt show up right on this site, it looks better in the draft i have.
I stopped.
The air seemed to wrench me from gravities hold as it gathered under me, almost like an inner-tube of air.
I looked at jazzy, she had flung her hands out, palms flat like a stop gesture, her eyes were closed, face screwed in concentration. Was my life ever normal?
A surprised yelp tore out of my chest as the ground plummeted towards me again, before slowing. My little buoyant cloud of air dropped me, not gently, on the grass of the courtyard.
I looked up as a screech tore through the air. The thing, monster-bird whatever it is, wasn’t happy. It dived, double wings folded, at me.
Before it hit, an invisible, soundless clap of thunder sounded, slamming into both of us.
My head whipped back into the thankfully soft grass, the creature wasn’t so lucky. It slapped onto the concrete with crushing force, a snap blew over me as it stilled, twitching in jerky movements. I thought I might puke.
The air grew heavy and I looked, aghast, at jasmine. A stairway was forming outside the imploded window, how were the other students not noticing this!
She dropped onto the ground with a dull thump, grinning at me and casting a disgusted look at the creature.
“Jensen! Your okay, I knew I could do it!” I forgot, for an instant, we were enemies. I jumped up and hugged her. Yes hugged, I hugged the person I had had a year old enmity with.
She no longer looked like a selfish queen bee. Well, to me at least. Her dark brown eyes flicked behind me, widened and dropped.
“Bartleby!” I turned as a wave of cold water lapped at my feet.
Water? Today was just getting weirder and weirder.
Yes, I am not the ‘perfect’ kid, but usually my life was okay, like, monsters weren’t attacking me.
The man, bartlewhatever was tall, really tall. I looked up, and up and up at his tanned, olive face, matched with a head of thick, shaggy, mouse colored hair.
What snagged my eyes were his eyes.
They were a pale, pale blue, almost a hazy grey. And they were angry.
I could have sworn my heart stopped.
“Jasmine haryn, you have done your duty, thank you, but it’s almost time for school to start, so I recommend you go home.” He said, slowly, calm, assured.
Jazzy bristled “no bartleby, I will stay with Jensen.” I just sat on the ground, staring at the twitching creature.
So much for a quiet, normal day, Was I so trouble prone?
“Umm, hello?” I asked, temper spiking with the realization I was alive and well “want to explain what the heck just happened? I was attacked by a flying thing! And you are just chit chatting away!”
His pale eyes turned to me “Jensen Jones, I don’t believe we have met, my name is bartleby McConnell, and you are a gifted child.”
I think my bee just turned into a hornet
Alright, I have no idea what is going on in this first scene whatsoever. You might want to clarify. 
I'm not so sure that I like your style of prose. You start off going pretty formal, and then the formality totally dies. Commit to one level of formality, and stick with it. 