Well, currently I'm writing (sort of) mermaid novel, and I'm having some trouble deciding names. This time, instead of finding the right names that's the problem, it's that I have to much, so that's where you all come in.

So I have Caleb Wolf and what do you like better out of Pippa Fischer or Evelyn Fischer. I sort of like Pippa (Pip for short), but Evelyn (Eve for short) goes with the last name Fischer.

Here's the first page of my novel, there are probably HEAPS of mistakes because I'm only fourteen and my editing isn't to thorough

The wind caressed the gloomy clouds in the night sky changing the peculiar shape of them, covering what visible stars were left.
Everything went by rapidly in our moving car; it reminded me of life, quick and hard to remember the beauty. I didn’t know how many times we had taken this highway down to my Nan’s house, but this time, it was different.
“Pip, can we just talk about this. You at least need to know the details about the–” Dad paused. “The trip”
I didn’t answer. Trying to look as exasperated as I could, I pouted my lips.
“Fine! If you won’t listen then I’ll just explain it like I’m talking to a brick wall. You’re staying at your Nan’s because Australia needs me elsewhere.” His words were harsh.
“No! What you’re doing is committing suicide and leaving me with Nan and Dixie.” A tear silently streamed down my left cheek before I had time to fight it. In a quick attempt to hide it from him, I looked out of the passenger window that was beginning to broaden with fog.
“You don’t understand, Pip. I have a job, a duty to Australia, to protect it. I don’t know how long they will need me, but I might be home sooner than we think. So, I’ve set you up for a 6 month stay. You’ll be starting at Mathew Flinders Secondary College on Monday.”
“You’re making me go to school?” I couldn’t hold back a short smirk. He obviously noticed, letting out a howling laugh.
He put on a serious face and continued. “I know you don’t like this, but they need me there.” I just nodded, pretending that I was agreeing.
My father had signed up for a reckless job in the army. He actually believed that one solider could stop a war. At the time, I thought he was going to leave me with no parents. But things are different now and if I could do that night over, I would believe in him.
The trip felt like it was never-ending but I knew we were close when we got to the round-about that led to Clifton Springs, Drysdale and Ocean Grove. He took the first exit and traveled down the familiar road.
After Mum went missing, Dad and I spent a few months at my Nan’s and then once Dad started getting the hang of being a single parent, we came down every second weekend. But Dad and Nan had a falling out about 3 years ago, and I haven’t seen her since. I guess the only reason he asked Nan is because we don’t have any close family friends that Dad would trust with this.
We swerved and turned numerous streets and the only thing that made me realize we had finally made it to Nan’s was all of the huge mansions that surrounded the nearby beach.
We parked to the side of the road, trying not to distress Nan’s garnished lawn. Her garden always reminded me of a jungle, just trimmed up with flowers that wouldn’t harm you.
I flung the strap of my bag over my shoulder squeezing it with one hand and getting ready to get out of the car with the other, already trying out brave faces. Then Dad surprised me and said “I’m sorry.” I was just preparing myself to be strong and then he had to say that. Tears begun to swell in my eyes, making them sting. I can’t let him see me so weak. Not letting a tear break through my barrier; I made a loud sniffling noise and continued to unwilling open the door. Dad followed.
The chill of the wind set a layer of Goosebumps over my skin. It was hard trying to remember how long it had been since it had been this cold.

Tell me what you think and constructive criticism will be really appreciated. You can check out another bit from it here;
http://au.answers.yahoo0o0com/question/ind…