trust me, you need to go back and read my poem and joseph’s response when you feel down – I laughed all Friday when I saw it:)
“different seasons” by Stephen king – apparently, this book was king’s effort to prove he wasn’t a horror writer – even though three of the four stories were horror, I thought – oh well, the positive was that I read the book – the negative was that it was entirely too long and I just didn’t enjoy it much – but I can now say I’ve read that – i’m not sure why people enjoy horror though…
“colin fischer” – cute book – not the best book of all time – but cute – colin is like all of us in many ways – we all feel disconnected from people at times – that we can’t read them – or we misread them – so I thought the introduction that pointed this fact out was good – despite the fact that I don’t think kids are this cruel any more (seriously, would an autistic kid get mercilessly picked on by teachers and students???)
“5th wave” – oh my, just when I thought high school romance books couldn’t get cheesier – classic twilight/hungers game combo – it’s the end of the world and we have a brave young girl who battles evil aliens – meanwhile, torn between her high school crush and a friendly alien – don’t worry though – the aliens get 7 billion of us, but true love wins in the end!!!
(yes, the last book was a high school BOB – sheesh people…)
happy reading – i’m sure you’re all out buying 5th wave now:)
maf
First!!!! Sixth graders strike again!!
FIRST!!!!! Go 7th graders!!!!!
First off:
He LICKED your poem……. *awkward*
First!!!
ah fred, he who snoozes…
yep, awkward all right…
Beat by 6 seconds. Ugh
Rachael, sometimes I think you just stay on the blog all Sunday and then as soon as Mr. Mayfield puts it up, you are first. But at least your a sixth grader so POINT FOR OUR GRADE!!!!!
Nicole, jealously looks ugly on you… 🙂
besides, if you had trained my parent’s cat to call you like Rachael did this summer, it really wouldn’t be an issue…
we played with a space rock in first grade today – my prize from the mcwayne center
Jeffery was at school one day and he was having the greatest time seeing all his Friends. Their was a new kid and he did not know about Jeffery’s condition and he walked up to Jeffery and said, “Hi I’m Adam. You’re bald!” Then everyone started laughing at him even his friends! Jeffery just burst out crying. When he got home his mom asked him how his day was and he walked right passed her and did not say a word. When she came to his door he told her to go away. She left him alone because she had to do some other stuff, but she was still concerned. Then that night Steven herd Jeffery crying and asked him what was wrong and he told him. Then after Jeffery went to bed Steven shaved his head!!!
That is all for today read tomorrow!
The next day at school Steven wore a hat. Some teachers made him take the hat off. But he knew in the back of his mind that the teachers were begging him to put the hat back on when they saw it. It was probibly the worst time of the year to shave his head, because it was the windest time of the year. Then at the bus stop (right in-front of Renee) a massive gush if wind blew his hat right of! He thought to himself, ” Well, at least i stoll the show from Renee Albert for a minunte.” He was the talk of the bus! Once he got to school some of his friends thought he was nuts1 Most of the girls thought he was “SOOOOOO SWEET!!!!!!”
That is all for today read tomorrow!
so i am reading a new book but i cant remember the tittle but it dose have a really long introduction so i will blog to tomorrow
HEYO!!!!!! Will Roberts told me today that i stole that from him, THAT IS NOT TRUE!!! He has false claims. You missed me didn’t you?? Oh I know you did.
Did you know that Steve Jobs named one of his computer models “Lisa” after his first child, which he denied for a long time. Steve Jobs was also a very weird person. He went through I long time where he wouldnt shower regularly because he thought that with the diet he had that he didnt need to. and he would have these “foot massages” that would relive stress fro his feet where he would pretty much just put his feet in a toilet and flush. GROSS. Steve Jobs also was the first person to make different things we now call fonts for computer typing. he wanted people to be able to type business stuff and make it look more formal. his company also made a computer named the Macintosh (later redone and called the imac)
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Well I am going to go because i have to go do stuff…ugh. bleh
Good-bye fellow maf-ers
Basket ball tryouts for the girls were awesome yet they hurt a lot! 🙁 I am going to write a poem about tryouts. By the way they already cut 5 people off today its being posted on the social studies door but NO NAMES just the numbers you were assigned so only you know and the other people who tried out :).
Tryouts
Sneakers screaming on the hard floor
Basket balls flying here and there left to right
More shots missed than made
Basket ball drills flying out of each ear
Butterflies in your stomach
Heart racing fells like its about to bounce out of your chest
sweat is running down your face
running suicides felling like a kamikaze
Running up and down the court scolding your self for every mistake
Eyeing the coaches left and right wishing you could look at what they are writing
Breathing so hard and then missing breathes because your trying to take them so fast
feeling sore but still giving it your all
Hoping and praying your number isn’t on that door
I will tell ya’ll 2morrow if I didn’t get cut 🙂 CROSS YOUR FINGERS
SHOUT OUT TO MY BEST BUDDIE Mr. Mayfield 🙂
Colt that was just a waste of a blog.
October 1
by Mayfield
Clear skies
clear eyes
clearly drenched
in late summer sweat.
October starts hot,
not the hot of August
but hot enough to fry
your memory of August
to now make October
the hottest yet.
And yet… the sun
doesn’t break you,
the sweat doesn’t dry
you out – you learn
in October there’s more
of you left to give
because you made it
through summer
which means
you can make it
through winter
which means there’s
hope
after all.
The next day Steven was in band and Renee and Annette were whispering and talking at top speed. Then they walked up to the front of the class and said, “You are all aware of Steven’s little brothers condition, we have been talking and as you all know there is a recital coming up and we have come up with a plan to help their family with money. If we charge 15$ a ticket, and there are about 1,000 seats in the auditorium here, that is 15,000 right there! Then we have a bake sale set up in the lobby. Brian, don’t your parents own a bakery?” He said, “Yes” Then they said, “Maybe they could donate the stuff or sell it for a price. Anyway, I bet we could sell at least 500 pastries for a dollar each, so that brings us to a total of 20,750$!!!!
That is all for today read tomorrow!
hey good peiom mafeld. I lick your peoim. (Do ya see what i did there? 😀 ) I will blog 4 today and yesterday.
When I get older, I can be anything….
I can be a fire woman,
I can be a custodian,
If i wanted to be.
I could do hair,
i could make clothes to wear,
If i really wanted.
I could be a stay at home mom,
I could invent a new bomb,
If i had the desire.
I can be anything I wanted to be,
but for now
i’ll just be ME!
Colt I agree with Fred, that was a waste of blog. BUT Fred, you TELLING Colt that it was a waste of blog was ALSO a waste of blog. So in conclusion I’m right and both of you are wrong and should bow down to my superior-ness
Steve Jobs was such a perfectionist that he lived in an almost empty house for so long, and THEN when he got married and had kids (not counting the one he had already had and denied for so long) they still lived in an ALMOST empty house with no couch and it took them forever to decide if they should get a washer and dryer (witch they did) I hope they got a shower too because back then he needed to work on his showering skills. Jobs also kinda got fired from his Job at apple (gasp) bt you know since im not THAT stupid im pretty sure at one point he’s going to get it back. Steve Jobs is also adopted. (man im jumping all around with these facts) his real parents didnt want to keep him but they would only let the people who ended up adopting him adopt him if they promised he would go to college (which he didnt, haha oopsies)
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That poem thing today was pretty pointless to me. BUT i did think they did a really good job, but i could tell in parts they forgot some stuff (just cause i notice little things) but they recovered well. PLUS they did a poem that we read last year for a quiz. PLUS i loved their shirts (Will hated them but whatever to him) they said “Metaphors be with you” (get it?? A pun on “May the force be with you”) I wanna see if i can get one.
Are we gonna start our parade stories tomorrow??
Monday- I finished Alex Cross this week so this is my last blog on it. Alex and his old partner, John Sampson are working a serial rapist case and Alex thinks that it is the same man that killed his wife. They get some background on him and find out that he used to be a hitman in the mob. The mob leader’s son didn’t like him so when the son took over, the Butcher quit and left. He still had some contacts so he could still work. Alex and Sampson track him down after two cops see him in an alley about to get killed by the mob leader’s son. He gets away and moves his family. Alex and Sampson track down his new house and stay outside to observe it. They set up a dummy cop car that is really obvious and the Butcher shoots the dummy people in them.
Tuesday- Then there is a gunfight outside of his house between him, the cops, and the mob. The mob people die and the butcher runs. Alex and Sampson chase him. Alex doesn’t shoot him in front of his family for some reason. The butcher had a car hidden for getaway purposes. Alex shoots him and the Butcher makes it home. He hugs his family and Alex lowers his gun. The butcher faked it and put his pistol too his wife’s head and made Alex surrender. He shoots Alex and Sampson shoots him. Before he died, The Butcher told Alex that he didn’t kill his wife. Sampson tells Alex that they had a lead on his wife’s killer and that they killed him a while ago. Everything goes somewhat back to normal until someone calls Alex and tells him that they are a killer.
Trent
yeay. time to catch up with the overachevers.
Blog1
in fact, I have been working on a small list for my Airsoft Team. At this very piont in time there are 6 people but i’m still recruiting because I want at least 9 people(besides myself).
These persons have not agreed to me pulishing there names yet. So if i do then, I could have a whole bunch of legal crap the can file (like sueing, pressing charges, etc.)
now on to the REAL blog!
I was look at some of my old papers from 5th grade and i found this awesome poem.
Astronomical Powers
This special being inside of me,
Is always nagging at my mind.
To let him go and take over my day.
Since I was old enough to talk fluently,
I had a second voice in my head.
The first time I let him go free,
The end was enevitable for the couch,
The one that now lays 30 ft out the shattered window.
From that experiance I never let him out,
Up untill today……
Blog 2
Now I can finally work on my new reviews. This week I’m doing something on a new Airsoft shot gun. The M1014 is pesonally the best shot gun that I have useed yet. It hold 4 extra shells on each side of the stoch. It has great FPS and the gun just works like a dream. I actually recomend getting it from Evike.com.
Is it shelby nebutt or the other one. I guess it is the athletic one, not the smart one
okay, so i’m blogging again.
we all are, after all.
by the way, STAY AWAY from my “peoms”, Joseph! no one wants you licking them. i mean, who would lick “peoms”? that’s just WEIRD!
i’ll be coming back later for some more blogging, but for now i’ve gotta go. bye! 🙂
well what person in their right mind would stalk people with their hood powers?
okay, back to blogging (like i said). 🙂
you guys won’t believe it, but…..I’VE FINISHED HUNGER!
that’s right, people…..i’m on the third book, Lies.
this one is weird. Caine and Sam are no longer at each other’s throats, and Drake (aka Whip Hand) is thought to be dead. there’s this “prophetess” named Orsay, who can see other people’s dreams. she’s gotten to the point where if she places her hand on the FAYZ wall, (which burns really bad if you touch it) she thinks she can see the people’s dreams who live OUTSIDE the wall. Orsay is trying to tell Sam that his mother, Connie (who is on the outside of the FAYZ wall), wants him to let go of trying to be the hero that keeps the kids from “poofing” (which only happens when you turn 15), and let them appear back to the families that are gathered on the other side.
but see, the catch is, neither Sam or Astrid believes what Orsay is saying. and the people inside the wall have no idea that the rest of the Perdido Beach civilians are on the outside, waiting for them. people are dying, running out of food, fighting sickness and famine. it almost frustrates me!
alright, alright….i’ll lay off the speech. now, for some creative writing, by moi! 🙂
(by the way, Joseph, this is a non-lickable “peom”, so, STAY AWAY!) 🙂
“The Most Important Thing”
~by Blue~
The most important thing by far
is time,
no one can deny.
The sunshine is very nice,
I say,
but you cannot hold a candle to it.
Love, Faith, and Charity
are all quite alike,
but Time far exceeds the limit.
For you can give a child time,
you can give him love,
but you cannot give him sunshine,
which shines only from above.
The most important thing is time.
You cannot disagree.
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well, that was my poem for the week.
it just hit me how much i miss reading Anna’s blog (sniff, sniff). 🙁
we love you Anna!!
well, to end things on a happier note, i would like to post a video that you all need to watch on YouTube.
look up “bad lip reading” and click on the ones posted by “badlipreading”
they’ve got ones on Spider-man, The Hunger Games, Obama vs. Romney debate, and also (my absolute FAVORITE), and a NFL video. what they are are these hilarious video clips from different things, like random NFL interviews. they clip them all together, and do these wacky voice-overs that match what the lips of the people are saying (hint, hint-bad lip reading).
anyone should watch these (LOL). 🙂
well, it’s been more than 20 minutes, so…….i’m gonna be heading on out.
see ya’ later! 🙂
oka blog 3 and then off to math homework.
Blog 3
since seeing the chart in class today, I noticed how I don’t get my dayly 3 or 4 donuts like i used to. But other than that I staarted wondering what other “healthy snacks” had that big amount of sugar but with out vitamins or any actual nutrition.
To start with I have a pack of All “Natural” California Rasins. The amount of sugar is about 20g and there isn’t a single gram of protien in the box. On the box it states Vitamins A and C, but has 0% DV in parenthises, so basicly it has none. The only thing going for them in the “healty department” is the Calcium (2% DV) and Iron (4% DV).
Last we grab a Quaker Yogurt bar. This doesn’t have much sugar (which is labeled as 11g), but it does have something interesting. Everyone knows that after a while, sugar breaks down into alcohol. Well, This little bar has up to 5g of sugar alcohol, which is the contence of 1/8 of a glass of wine (acording to the bottle in the fridge). On top of the sugar problem, The carbs and calories are high. Not the best coice for a snack.
HEY DUDES!!!! I didn’t make the team 🙁 but that means that I am determined to make the SOFTBALL TEAM!!!! also the team next year 😉 Going to write a poem about the devastation about not getting in hope you enjoy it this one come from the Heart 🙂
Golden list
The restless night tossing turning
deep down I already new the answer
Bus screams out side your window your heart sinks
Head phones shoved down into your ears so far but the music doesn’t phase you it sounds muffled or muted
You glance at the poster and look but you don’t see your name your really not surprised
people keep asking you every time you lie and say you don’t know every time you heart breaks just a bit
people find out your number some how
Every class you wish it would end
All of the sudden you keep getting hugs from people and they keep say “You should have made it” and ‘ I’m sorry”
First sadness sets
Then anger rushes over
The bus ride sadness starts to over whelm your vision get blurred you hold back the tears
Break down in the yard but you back it turned away so no one can see
You hold I together until you get home then tears come out like a water fall
No golden list just the pale whiteness of a tissue :,(
SHOUT OUT TO MY HOME SLICE Mr. Mayfield !!!!!! 🙂 😉 😉 🙂
WISH ME LUCK FOR NEXT YEAR AND SOFTBALL TRYOUTS !!!
I secretly hope Shelby fails at all she attempts so that she has no choice but to run cross country – and become a superstar:)
HEYO PEEPS and yes Annmarie that is my word and my word only. Ok so we had a test on the preamble today….yay…. It went good i guess. Here is a poiem!
“Starry Night”
First tar i see tonight.
I wish upon it, thinking of one secret to wish for.
I close my yeys and wish away.
Ocean splashes over my face.
Dessert sand hits my legs.
Monkeys shriek.
The trees surround me.
The wish came true.
I found my family.
My tribe.
My lif.
I found me
Ok just noticed something there is a ton of spelling mistakes in that…first off its star not Tar. Second off it’s not a dessert it’s desert. And 3rd it’s not lif it’s life
Wednesday- I am reading The graveyard Book by Neil Gaiman. It is about a man that breaks into a house and kills the parents. he is going to go and kill the toddler but when he gets in the room, he finds a teddy bear in place of the kid. He couldn’t find the son after he looked all over the house, so he leaves. Then the narrator shifts to the point of view of the kid that escaped. He is smart and goes through his plan of escaping the crib. He used his teddy bear as a step and climbed out. He flipped over the side of the crib and it hurt a little, but he didn’t scream because they would put him back in. The kid learned how to climb down stairs but not how to get back p them, so he goes down to the first level. He goes through the front door left open by the killer and out into the street. He sees people near the graveyard. Then it describes two old ghosts walking by the cemetery and they hear recently dead parents screaming for their baby. I predict that they are the parents that just got killed and that their son will be raised by them as ghosts or other ghosts.
Thursday Creative- Have you ever realized that whenever someone tells you that they need to tell you something, then don’t tell you, you pay way more attention to it than if they would have actually told you? This happened to me when a man came up to me in a mall and handed me a T-shirt, said to hold on to it, said he would explain it later, and left, never to be seen again? I still have that red shirt under my bed, in case he ever comes back and needs it. I don’t have a good reason to keep it because it probably doesn’t matter, but curiosity can get you stuck in the middle of something that you have no business being in. I wore the shirt once and got shot at, but there was no way to know if the plain, simple, every-day T shirt was the reason. Ever since then I just kept it hidden, just in case. My friends ask me why I keep it and I tell them because I think there is more to it than just a red shirt. It has a tag written in Chinese or Japanese, and I don’t have the guts to get someone to read it and translate it.
Trent
When Steven was at the doctor at Philadelphia he was in the room watching a movie with Jeffery and a alarm went off!!! It scared Steven half to death. When he looked at Jeffery he just sat there. Then he asked him, “What happened?” “Are you ok?!” Jeffery said I’m fine it is just a signal. Then a ton of nurses and doctors came rushing in. They were trying to get a kids heart to start back. The, “Signal” means that a kid’s heart stopped working! Then later that day, When Jeffery had fallen asleep, he got his practice pad and drum sticks and went to find a place that he could be alone to practice in. He found a place at the end of the hallway; it was the laundry-room. He was practicing and some one banged on the door. He fell of the dryer and angrily said, “WHAT!?!” And opened the door. It was the girl that he had seen when they first got there. They talked for a while and it got late, so they went to bed. Then the next morning he said goodbye and she said, “Come and visit next time you come!”
That is all for today read tomorrow!
Well today was a not so happy day…..for lots of people really. I punched two people (plus a wall) and almost cried. SOOOOOO I think Ill write a poem about it before i get mad again. This is based on how i feel in a probably totally different situation that whoever is reading this BUT i think many will understand.
Here’s to the people who think their best isn’t good enough,
to the people who always end up beside someone who is better than them:
You try your best but everyone else just seems to be better,
the person next to you outshines you.
Every time the limelight almost hits you they jump is front,
making you look terrible and them look awesome by comparison.
By all means, you know you’re not bad,
you’re just not as good as them.
People always say a team is only as good as their worst player,
why does that player have to be you.
You can beat that person in many other things,
but i guess no one cares about that.
They’re perfect,
and you’re just you…
^
Yeah sooooo….im gonna go.
happy hump day everyone
Today I finished Origami Yoda, by Tom Angleberger. The book is about a kid named Tommy, but he didn’t make origami Yoda. A weird kid named Dwight made him. The irony of the story is that Dwight it a dumb, and crazy, but he made up origami Yoda. Well he made his own way of folding it. Back to the irony, Yoda gives great advice even though Dwight isn’t that smart.
Creative- Dreams
Lying in bed,
thinking strange thoughts,
wondering what will happen next.
Now it all becomes more clear,
all the things have come be.
Then I wake,
thinking of my dreams,
saying what is wrong with me.
I’m last on Thursday, Whoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!
BOOK: Eldest
PROMPT: Creative
SIDE NOTES: Ricky, I deny you this place. HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! Ha!
Anyway, X and Y (Pokemon) in 9 days. Yay.
Creative:
Ok I read The Throne of Fire. In this follow-up of The Red Pyramid, Sadie and Carter Kane fight there way through a museum and try to find the first scroll of the Book of Ra(The Egyptian Sun God, God of Order, and old king of the gods.) so they can wake him from the depths of the Duat(a place in which Gods stay at until released and put inside a human, or animal, host, also where your ba,your ghost or spirit, goes when you are asleep) and convince Ra to lead them into battle against Apophis[a-po-fis](The God of Caos, and a Giant Snake) who is trying to eat the sun and plunge the whole world into darkness and destroy all humanity. And that is all I have read.
So before I bring this blog to a close I just want to say thanks to Keaton Abernathy and Jason Kelley for encouraging me to read these books.
HEYO!!!!!
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NO WILL THAT’S MY WORD
Im am going to do another poem today, sorry i guess im just full of emotions
~Drama~
“I love him!”,
Um no you don’t, you’re in middle school.
“You stole him from me.”,
He’s a human not an object, I didn’t STEAL him.
“You know I loved him.”
No i didn’t, just last week you hated him.
You’re in middle school,
get it together
Blog 4
Since of coarse there seems nothing else to do, I’ll just tell you guys about the minecraft mod i’m making. So mod one is “Josephez mod” and adds two new worlds. There is an awesome “Pirate Island” and “Wizard World”. Hopefully, I can add Cptn. Jack Sparrow and Prof. Dumbledor to my mod. Other than those people, my mod adds shark, octipi, and jelly fish the the Pirate Island. It also adds dragon, giants, and (hopeing that I can) Hagred. And if I “spell”-ed his name wrong, its because I haven’t read the series yet.
mod two is being called “Guardian” mod. Those of you who have seen “Gaurdians of Gaul” or “Rise of the Gaurdians”, this mod is NOT about them. It’s more about a angel, named Doug, who I’m trying to code this one ability to where he came take an ender dragon, or wither, out with one punch.
I want to tell you more about it and continue to rub my abilities in your faces, but I don’t want you to steal my ideas. I mean, I only have been working on these mods since mid-summer.
Oh! Also, if Mr.Maf lets me, I will personally unveil my mods live when I’m done with them.
Sorry, didn’t know that Tab + Spacebar sends the comment. :V
Creative- Actually Started:
It was dark. Damp. Cold. I didn’t know where I was, why I was, when I was, I didn’t even know WHO I was. I just urged to get out. I needed something, something shiny. I couldn’t remember past that. My brain had put that as my most prioritized thought, and my most important thought, so that’s all I could remember. I needed it. What it was, was to be figured out later. After I got out of there. So I needed to get out. I walked around and began to explore. I fell in a pit filled with black liquid. I climbed out quickly. I didn’t want to find out what it was. Or, worse, what lived in it. I ran my hands along the wall. I felt markings. They were odd. I pictured them in my head. It was too dark to see them. I suddenly remembered something. A scene. In my head. I was walking down some stairs, in this very room, presenting myself to, to, to, to something. I couldn’t quite remember. It was blurry where the thing or person was. It suddenly went black. I drew some sort of weapon. Again, I couldn’t remember. I turned around. I heard a screech from behind me. The thing was gone. I was attacked from behind. Everything disappeared. I guessed that’s how I got there. “Back to exploring”, I thought. I felt another marking, and automatically pushed. The marking went inward. A arch opened up. I had another memory. I used to do that everyday. I would walk in. I would meet a man, I couldn’t quite make him out. Everything disappeared again. The memory was over. I entered the arch. It was still dark in there. It looked like a training area. I remembered punching the now destroyed straw dummies. I had a mental image of the area in my head. The library was to the right. The balance practice area was past the dummies, straight ahead. The dormitories were to the left. I headed to the library to see if I could get any information about where I was. My search proved useless. As I was walking to the dormitories to check for other people, I noticed a book laying on the ground. I took and read it. It was a map. I was in a castle of some kind. This was an area for someone. There was ink spilled on the information. I was apparently one of few who knew where it was, as the map provided a list of these special people. I put the book down and went to check the dormitories. I checked all the doors on the 1st, 2nd, and 3rd floors and had nearly completely checked the 4th, and final, floor. No one. But when I checked the 57th door, someone started to attack me, but stopped when he saw who it was.
“Oh, it’s you,” he said.
“And who exactly am I?” I asked seriously.
He laughed. I kept a straight face. I asked what was funny. He realized I was serious.
“You really don’t know who you are, do you?” He asked.
“No, I don’t,” I replied.
“You were a legend among legends. A ruler of war. No one could defeat you in battle, until recently,” He answered, proudly.
“And who are-,” I started to question.
“I am Ste-,” He began.
We were ambushed. Surrounded, the man panicked. I kept cool.
“If I really am who you say I am, this should be a breeze,” I calmly said.
I defeated most of them, but they were expecting me and attacked me from above. The jumped on me, defeating me. They killed the man and threw me in prison. I have yet to decide how to escape.
Oh don’t funerals in Hayden make our world go round. But then I got to eat at Cracker Barrel while all you guys had to eat school food. And then I got candy. Needless to say. I’ve had quite a few sour patch kids. But if Anna eats anymore they’ll all be gone. Also I have this stupid project to finish for Mrs. Boyd. I only have 2 1/2 note cards with info on them. Shame I know. But I’ve been busy. Maybe. Possibly. Not really. Nope. I just like to procrastinate. Okay! Time to blog.
Monday- SOAPSTONE- 9/30/13- Gone
Speaker- The author 3rd person omniscient
Occasion- Something weird has happened in their life
Audience- 14 year olds
Purpose- To Entertain
Subject- Lana healed her arm and leg.
Tone- Awestruck
Tuesday- Change- 10/1/13- Gone
I’m going to take Lana into account tonight. Lana has had a bad attitude about going to the ranch all week and then her grandfather just vanishes. The barrier is put up which Lana hasn’t found yet. The author explains that she was upset with her mom. She hated her mom for leaving her and that she hated her for making her go here. When Lana breaks her arm and leg she is just stuck in the middle of nowhere. And then her mindset changes. She realizes she doesn’t hate her mom and dad bit wants them there to comfort her. I think it’s weird that in books and real life it takes something tragic to happen so somebody can see where they messed up.
Wednesday- 10/2/13- POV SHIFT- Gone
I can’t believe that I just did that. I told them about it. That that light. They all looked at me like I was crazy but I thought about and told them the truth. It felt so food to get off my chest. So good to know that I wasn’t alone. I felt like finally for the first time in months I had people on my side. And I knew that if it came to it I head to step up and put some kind of order back into FAYZ. It was the only way.
Thursday- Creative- 10/3/13- Gone
Joci’s POV
Gasps could be heard around the living room as everyone turned to look at Dani.The color had drained from her face as she got up and ran into another room.
“Dani wait!”I yelled after her.I followed her into Michael’s room where she was packing all her stuff into a bag.”Stop!What are you doing?!”
“Just let me go Joci.He obviously doesn’t want me anymore so I’m just making things easier for him.”
“You don’t mean that.Now calm down there has to be a reasonable explanation for this.”
“He’s made his decision Joci.”She sniffled before whispering.”And so have I.”
I tried about stopping her, begging for her to come back, but she wasn’t listening.I followed her downstairs where Julie and Tessa had a questioning look on their faces.I gave Tessa a pleading look, silently telling her to say something, anything to make Dani stay, but before she could say anything Dani was gone.
Tessa’s POV
I have no idea what just happened, but obviously it wasn’t good.Dani is gone.She just packed up and left.I thought about calling Michael, but he was still in the interview and I couldn’t interrupt, even though this was a serious problem.
I really wanted to know why he said that.He obviously hadn’t said anything to Dani about it or she wouldn’t have taken it that way.It was just at a moments notice which I thought was strange.He wasn’t like that.He cared for Dani.It was all just so confusing.
The girls and I sat in silence trying to understand everything, but we were obviously getting nowhere.After a while Joci spoke up.
“Guys the interview is over.”I looked at the t.v. which had been playing the whole time to see that she was right.I jumped up and grabbed my phone hitting Michael’s contact and pressing the call button.He answered after a few rings.
“Hey.”
“What did you do?”
He paused.”What happened?”
“She’s gone Michael.She packed up and left.She said that she was just making things easier for you.Why did you say that?”
“She’s gone?”He whimpered.”I didn’t mean for it to turn out like this I really didn’t.I wanted to talk to her,but I never got the chance.I care about her and I didn’t want to hurt her.”
“Then why did you?”Joci pulled the phone out of my hand so that I wouldn’t blow up at Michael.
“What she means is why didn’t you just wait until you could talk to her?”
“Because….I don’t know I just couldn’t take it anymore.Her calls telling me that she really missed me.Her constant begging for me to come home.It made me feel so guity knowing that I was hurting her.I couldn’t do it anymore.”
I thought about it for a minute.At first it sounded stupid and illogical, but the more I thought about it, the more sense it made.
“Please just talk to her.”
“I can’t.”
“Why?”
“Because it hurts too much.”
This was making me feel so helpless.The struggle of trying to save a lost cause.I didn’t want to face it, but that’s exactly what it was.A lost cause.I couldn’t believe it had taken me this long to figure it out ,but their love had been burning out for a while now.Now all they had left was ashes.I sighed and walked away ignoring the calls of the girls.The only thing that could make me feel better at that moment was sleep.
Lincoln’s last days
Lincoln is ready to attended our American cousin he asks grant to join but grants wife doesn’t want to go because of Mary’s gossip.
Booths plan to kidnap Lincoln was changed to kill him at the theatre . He and George made a plan to kill Lincoln . Booth walks into the theater to see how he can escape .he chooses to jump off the balcony and out the back.the next night he walks into Lincoln’s box and gets behind the president.
I’m reading ground zero by John Thomas. I’m to the part where John goes back to his apartments and finds his landlady dead, slumped down on the ground with no indication of what happened. He goes back to his apartment and find his phone and it says 18 missed calls from his mom. He called her back and they both silently started tearing up int he background. He tells her a sort of story, or kinda throws her off to make her think he got out all fine and dandy when in all reality he barely escaped his death and the only thing stopping him from death was a elevator. He talks to her and decides to go home. As he is packing up he takes a look, thinking that it looked that his presence there never even occurred. He reminiscinces on when he just arrived, a boy in all reality, and now, a man. He gets in his car and drives and finally gets there only to be greater with a hug and some tears, a “sup”, and a handshake from his dad. He goes in and finds dinner already prepared and it’s his favorite food. He sits down and tells them about the attack and decides to tell them the truth since his dad can see right through a lie and it gets something asked about what he’s going to do now, and he replies, “I’m going to join the army.” There’s 20 minutes
Sup you guys I just read some parts of the blog and YA”LL are DEPRESSING!!! I am going to write a HAPPY poem.
Sun bathing you in warmth
Leaves crunching under you feet
The soft ground griping your toes
The wind brushing your hair on your face
The blades of grass swiping at your ankles
Silence is golden
The sky is as blue as the Persian gulf
Clouds like cotton balls
Trees losing leaves of all hues
Ants marching on the pavement like soldiers
Seems like your in a phase and nothing can go wrong
Your floating above like your watching a movie
Your alarm clock goes off and your eyes open
SHOUT OUT 2 DA BEST TEACHER IN THE WORLD Mr. Mayfield 🙂
Just got back from the high school’s pep rally and it was amazing! Especially when Duck and DJ did the woody the wood pecker laugh when the drumline finally got the chance to get on the floor, The band went absolutely insane! We played about ten songs. Although I finally missed a middle school game for something actually worthwhile, but I still had to watch cheerleaders perform. I stayed at the band room before the pep rally and read my science textbook! yay, It’s so awsome i nearly passed out!
Caleb’s back, back again, I don’t know, the other words, doo doo doo.
Since I have seem to lost my first two journals, I am going to post them both to the blog tonight. No , this isn’t a Thursday night last minute blog. I was actually a good boy and did them, but was a an irresponsible boy and lost them. So watch out, because the awesomest journals you have ever seen(not) are coming!!!
I am reading the ice fire by Chris D’Lacey. I just read where Sophie comes back. It was really sad when he talks about how she was crying and everything. I don’t know who I like more, Zanna or Sophie. I think I like Zanna more, agreeing with David. Though I do want to see if Sophie shows up later in the book. When, not if, I mean. Speaking if the romantic interests in the book, it sort if surprised me with the slightly graphic, detailed description of his romantic partners, in between the lines of course. But it’s there.
I am reading ice fire by Chris d’lacey. The next part cracked me up. I just read where David can’t find Zanna and it is revealed he is officially in love with her. He starts singing badly and loudly to the radio, doing crazy things, and it’s hilarious. I’m wondering where Zanna is too. I’m also wondering where she went and when she is going to turn up. TOO MANY QUESTIONS!!! I NEED ANSWERS! Goodnight! 🙂
Sup peeps?
This week. I’ve been reading the first book I’m the Hunger Games series. It’s right before the reaping, and tension is building. This is Prim’s first time in the reaping, so Katniss in very worried. Katniss is also worried for herself. I would be too if my name was in the drawing 20+ times!
Speaking of times, you are probably wondering WHY IN THE WORLD am I blogging at 6:00 in the morning. Well, I just had 5 minutes left to do so, in the words of Larry the Cable Guy, I knew I had to “Get ‘er done!”
Hmmmm, AnnMarie feeling emotional…… is this a bad road to take????