I know that this is very short notice, but I'm looking for help from you guys. Ms. Larson is retiring and I want to put a short video together where students are saying what they liked best about her and what they remember most about her. If someone wants to do a few video clips of students who had her as a teacher and can get those to me via email or share another way, I'd really appreciate it. I think Ms. Larson would too.
Time is of the essence..... I'd need clips by Wednesday December 16th at the latest.
Mr. Purdon
Friday 11 December 2015
Thursday 26 November 2015
The "Brad" rap. By:Keira, Chloe, and Jewel.
So let me tell you how this all started. One day, Chloe brought these little 3D animal erasers with attachable and detachable body parts. One day, we lost the heads of the giraffe and koala bear. So, I put the body of the koala onto where the head of the giraffe went, without the yellow of giraffes body, and made Brad. We like Brad so much that we made a rap about him. Here's how it goes...
Brad rap
Brad rap
It's Brad,
He's a little British lad,
Who lives with his dad,
In the little man pad,
It's Brad,
He may be French just a tad,
His best friend is Chad
In math he can add,
He's Brad,
He thinks Webkinz are a fad,
He only wears plaid,
And his landlord is Vlad,
It's Brad,
He's really, really rad,
Sometimes he's sad,
But mostly he's glad,
It's Brad,
A hat is something he had,
He rarely gets mad,
It's Brad,
Yeah, yeah,
Oh yeah,
It's Brad!
Monday 19 October 2015
New and improved chating chain
I figured we should start a new chatting chain over the year incase somee one is sick they can tell us on here.
We all miss you.
All of us at Vance Chapman miss st James but we like Vance its a fun school.
This year we have started play an interment I chose trumpet. We have also started rotary from different classrooms and history/geography is fun. Thats all I have for now bye we miss you Mr.Purdon.
P.S. How is your class at St James Mr.Purdon?
This year we have started play an interment I chose trumpet. We have also started rotary from different classrooms and history/geography is fun. Thats all I have for now bye we miss you Mr.Purdon.
P.S. How is your class at St James Mr.Purdon?
Tuesday 8 September 2015
Something I needed to say! :)
Hello, everybody! Wow, haven't posted on this in a while... My laptops broken again! Right now I'm on my iPhone and it's working pretty well! I just wanted to say that I wish the best of luck in grade 7 and I wish you luck with the grade 6s this year. :)
In the week that I've been at Vance Chapman, everyone has been pretty nice! And yes, I know sometimes it's hard to be yourself and make new friends there but the key to make friends is to be your nice and friendly self! And then get them to sign a form saying they can't back out of this friendship... So once they sign it, they're stuck with you and you can be your crazy, kind, funny self! ^.^ Hahaha, I'd just skip the form and be myself if I were you. ;)
Teachers can be scary for a while but not because you think they're mean or anything, it's because you don't really know them and you start to think that if you do something wrong, they'll think of you differently. Don't even think about that! The best way to become familiar with a teacher is to talk to them, have conversations! Teachers aren't meant to frighten you, they're meant to be a guide and help you with any problems even if the problems happen outside of school. They are a helping hand for you. If you have any concerns about your teacher, talk to them, or your parents, or even the principal! The school can always book a private parent-teacher interview.
Hopefully everyone had an amazing summer! I know most people don't want to go back to school but you need the education to help you in life. I find it funny when people come to school and act like they hate it, but then at the end of the year, they don't want to leave! :D Just think on the bright side of things and it will sure get you through the year!
I am pretty sad about leaving St. James... I've been there for 8 years so it was like a home to me. It's not just the school itself that I miss, but I really miss all of the teachers there, and my friends there. The memories of it makes me think about how I'm never going back... Sure I had my ups and downs there but they helped me learn and every mistake that I made helped me become a better student. Look at me now! I have successfully completed 8 years of my life and it's all because of the teachers who taught me and my friends who helped me understand! I feel like I'm doing well in school at this point because I pay attention and every time I start to day dream, I remind myself that this lesson will help me in life and that I need to pay attention if I want to go to a great college and do well in life, So SNAP! I quickly start to pay attention! Maybe you guys could try this if you get off track! :)
Lastly, I know that everyone will do amazing this year! Not everyone is at Vance so just to make it clear, I'm talking to everyone no matter what school you go to. I would enjoy to see you soon, Mr. Purdon! :) And yes, I am going to invite teachers from St. James to come to the grade 8 graduation next year! ^.^ For everyone going to Vance, I'll see you tomorrow, for everyone going to another school, I hope to see you soon, and for all of the teachers at St. James, I know that I'll see you soon c:
Okie dokie! I will try to post more chapters of my book but today I just wanted to focus on school! Have a great year! Mkay, bye! :D
In the week that I've been at Vance Chapman, everyone has been pretty nice! And yes, I know sometimes it's hard to be yourself and make new friends there but the key to make friends is to be your nice and friendly self! And then get them to sign a form saying they can't back out of this friendship... So once they sign it, they're stuck with you and you can be your crazy, kind, funny self! ^.^ Hahaha, I'd just skip the form and be myself if I were you. ;)
Teachers can be scary for a while but not because you think they're mean or anything, it's because you don't really know them and you start to think that if you do something wrong, they'll think of you differently. Don't even think about that! The best way to become familiar with a teacher is to talk to them, have conversations! Teachers aren't meant to frighten you, they're meant to be a guide and help you with any problems even if the problems happen outside of school. They are a helping hand for you. If you have any concerns about your teacher, talk to them, or your parents, or even the principal! The school can always book a private parent-teacher interview.
Hopefully everyone had an amazing summer! I know most people don't want to go back to school but you need the education to help you in life. I find it funny when people come to school and act like they hate it, but then at the end of the year, they don't want to leave! :D Just think on the bright side of things and it will sure get you through the year!
I am pretty sad about leaving St. James... I've been there for 8 years so it was like a home to me. It's not just the school itself that I miss, but I really miss all of the teachers there, and my friends there. The memories of it makes me think about how I'm never going back... Sure I had my ups and downs there but they helped me learn and every mistake that I made helped me become a better student. Look at me now! I have successfully completed 8 years of my life and it's all because of the teachers who taught me and my friends who helped me understand! I feel like I'm doing well in school at this point because I pay attention and every time I start to day dream, I remind myself that this lesson will help me in life and that I need to pay attention if I want to go to a great college and do well in life, So SNAP! I quickly start to pay attention! Maybe you guys could try this if you get off track! :)
Lastly, I know that everyone will do amazing this year! Not everyone is at Vance so just to make it clear, I'm talking to everyone no matter what school you go to. I would enjoy to see you soon, Mr. Purdon! :) And yes, I am going to invite teachers from St. James to come to the grade 8 graduation next year! ^.^ For everyone going to Vance, I'll see you tomorrow, for everyone going to another school, I hope to see you soon, and for all of the teachers at St. James, I know that I'll see you soon c:
Okie dokie! I will try to post more chapters of my book but today I just wanted to focus on school! Have a great year! Mkay, bye! :D
Wednesday 2 September 2015
How's life at Vance?
Things at St. James have got off to a smooth start, except that our photocopier has been broken for 8 days and the power went out first thing yesterday!
I hope your transition to intermediate is smooth. I know you all will do well.
I hope your transition to intermediate is smooth. I know you all will do well.
Thursday 6 August 2015
Disinfect the Scene. Part One. By Keira.
"Adam." She whispers, as her lip quivers in fear."P-P-Please." A single tear rolls down her cheek. Her bright, blue eyes, filled with not only fear, but hope. Not even her grey jacket could make her feel safe and secure tonight. Our eyes meet each other, ignoring our busy surroundings. We both know what will happen. She looks down at her black sneakers, with a face of disappointment."Jane," I mutter, overwhelmed by guilt and regret."I-I love you."I stutter. She looks down and gives a small, sad smile."I know." She whispers, gently. She then puts her hand over mine, grazing my ring, and reaches for the gun, which is hidden in my belt loop, under my long jacket. She then props it up against her head, trembling with fear."Jane, please." I say, feeling extremely overwhelmed. She looks at me, only for a split second, and then looks down at our matching wedding rings, and gives a faint smile. She looks back up to me, her hand still on top of mine, and pushes down my index finger. Bang. She's dead. She falls to the ground, and I collapse beside her. I stroke her pale skin for the last time, wishing that things had gone differently. Everything around me fades to black. I start to run my hands through my short, brown hair, in fear of what just happened. What did I just do? Why did I do it? Why did she make me pull the trigger? But most importantly, why am I still alive?
I wake up in a pool of sweat, terrified of my dream.
My name is Adam Smith.
And I killed my wife.
To Be Continued.....
Special thanks to the music video Breezeblocks by alt-J for the inspiration.
Wednesday 15 July 2015
I miss you all including you mr. Purdon
If you miss anyone or all of us from school (including teachers) say who and tell why i miss you all and all the teachers. Come and check out my blog. Miss you all can't wait to see most of you at Vance bye have a safe summer.
Friday 26 June 2015
Let's start a chatting chain!
Hi guys! So, a lot of you have no way whatsoever of contacting me or some of the other kids in our class. So, I thought we can use this blog(specifically this post) to talk to each other. Please comment down below so I can talk to you! Thanks!-Keira
Thursday 25 June 2015
Tuesday 23 June 2015
Thursday 18 June 2015
YouTube
Think for a moment. Think of your future YouTube channel. What would the name of it be?
And Also what would you do on it?
The name of mine would be PSplayer200.
I would play Minecraft, GTA V, Battlefront I and II, the Spyro series, and CoD Z.
I would also make daily vlogs.
Who wants to start one?
And Also what would you do on it?
The name of mine would be PSplayer200.
I would play Minecraft, GTA V, Battlefront I and II, the Spyro series, and CoD Z.
I would also make daily vlogs.
Who wants to start one?
Tragedy- Part 6
Ow, stick in the thigh. And... Over a tree root. That's not fun.
I get dragged by my underarms deep into the forest. The rain is still coming down in large amounts and my clothes are probably now more mud than they are clothes. Sticks, rocks, and mud come shooting up as this strange person pulls me. Then a thought occurs to me. I'm currently being dragged through the forest by a total and complete stranger, my car doors are still open, I have no clue where I'm being taken, and yet I'm not screaming or calling out for help. Well it's never to late to start.
So I scream. I yell, I scream, and I call out for help.
"HELP! GRIFFIN! HEEEEELLLP!" I stop and gasp for air. Maybe screaming isn't the best idea saying that I have a bag over my head... Who cares.
"HELP ME! LET ME GO! LET ME GO YOU LITTLE-"
I stop screaming immediately. I swear I just heard a gun being loaded. I'm not being pulled anymore. No no no. My eyes begin to water and my lips quiver. I try not to cry out but I'm so terrified that my forehead begins to hurt. I let out a whimper and then a heavy foot stomps on the ground sending up sparks of mud.
"Say one more word and I shoot!" Booms the stranger. The voice sounds like it belongs to a woman.
The lady rips the bag off of my head and throws it into the forest. I take in a big breath and look behind me. The rain is still falling but I can see a woman with pixie-cut brown hair and clothes that look like they haven't been properly washed in weeks. Her jeans and T-shirt are coated in a thick layer of dirt and her skin is dirty and drenched. She looks at me and turns me around by the shoulders with one hand, as the other hand is occupied by a gun. The woman lets me go and holds the gun steadily in front of me.
"Who are you?" Says the woman through a loud boom of thunder and heavy rain.
I don't respond.
"I said, who are you?" Says the lady, louder than before.
I decide that she may shoot if I don't answer.
"I'm Dr- Drew A-A-Andrews." I say in a worried voice.
The woman lowers the gun and moves closer to me. She kneels down and takes out a hunting knife that she puts behind my back. I start to hyperventilate, but then I calm down as the lady only cuts the rope that was binding my hands together. She rises and looks at me with a puzzled look.
"Sister?"
"Say one more word and I shoot!" Booms the stranger. The voice sounds like it belongs to a woman.
The lady rips the bag off of my head and throws it into the forest. I take in a big breath and look behind me. The rain is still falling but I can see a woman with pixie-cut brown hair and clothes that look like they haven't been properly washed in weeks. Her jeans and T-shirt are coated in a thick layer of dirt and her skin is dirty and drenched. She looks at me and turns me around by the shoulders with one hand, as the other hand is occupied by a gun. The woman lets me go and holds the gun steadily in front of me.
"Who are you?" Says the woman through a loud boom of thunder and heavy rain.
I don't respond.
"I said, who are you?" Says the lady, louder than before.
I decide that she may shoot if I don't answer.
"I'm Dr- Drew A-A-Andrews." I say in a worried voice.
The woman lowers the gun and moves closer to me. She kneels down and takes out a hunting knife that she puts behind my back. I start to hyperventilate, but then I calm down as the lady only cuts the rope that was binding my hands together. She rises and looks at me with a puzzled look.
"Sister?"
Tuesday 16 June 2015
What could do in the summer
What could I do in the summer
1. Ride my bmx
2. Go camping in my rv
3. Be with my friends
4. Go to the pool
Post in the comments
1. Ride my bmx
2. Go camping in my rv
3. Be with my friends
4. Go to the pool
Post in the comments
Splitting Atoms Anouncement.
Hey guys. I wanted to tell you that I'm re-writing Splitting Atoms on my other blog. Feel frree to read it!
Wednesday 27 May 2015
My top 5 editions for Minecraft
My top 5 editions for Minecraft
#5: PlayStation3
#4: PlayStation4
#3: Xbox One
#2: Xbox 360
#1: PC (Computer)
Make your own list! Remember, there are 7 editions-
PC (Computer)
PE
Xbox 360
PS3
PSV (PlayStationVita)
PS4
Xbox One
I only play on PS3, PS4, and PE. I say PE is the worst edition.
Take the time to make your own Top 5!
#5: PlayStation3
#4: PlayStation4
#3: Xbox One
#2: Xbox 360
#1: PC (Computer)
Make your own list! Remember, there are 7 editions-
PC (Computer)
PE
Xbox 360
PS3
PSV (PlayStationVita)
PS4
Xbox One
I only play on PS3, PS4, and PE. I say PE is the worst edition.
Take the time to make your own Top 5!
Monday 25 May 2015
Back In Time: Part 4
My heart stops. My eyes began to tear up. My whole body shakes.
"M-Mom?" My voice quivered as I ran to give my mom a hug.
"Whoa! Honey, what's wrong? Is everything okay?" The sound of her voice made me calm, excited, and the warmth of her hug made me feel so, so, so safe. I had my mom back. I had the one who gave me life, who helped me up when I fell down, who made me feel happy when I was sad or frustrated, the one who was with me before the... The accident!
"Mom, what day is it? Tell me! Please tell me!" I yelled in worry, my eyes widened as I shook her arms. I needed to know. I don't want her to die! I need to keep her safe!
"Debbie! What's wrong with you? You are acting we-"
"What day is it?! What year is it?! Tell me!" I then become frustrated, she wasn't answering my question! I need to keep her safe! Wait... If you go back in time, there's going to be another you... So if I'm here, where's the other me?
"Deb, I thought you went to Amber's house, how are you here?" My mom's face then changed from surprised, to concerned, she probably thinks I'm nuts or something... I have to make an excuse of why I'm here so she won't be suspicious.
"I felt really sick and um... I came home, I didn't want Amber to be alone for the weekend, so I invited her over and I didn't think you'd mind. Ok, about the date, please tell me it!" My heart drops, lying to my mother was the worst thing I could, well, the worst thing I COULD do is murder and such, but lying to the one who I love dearly, especially a dead loved one, made me feel like I was going to puke...
"Ok, because you want to know SO MUCH! It's December 31, 2017. Go get some rest, I'll get Amber to bring you soup when it's done. Ok?" Her voice sounds like thousands of angels singing, a light, quiet, kind voice. I missed it so much.
"Oh, I don't need any soup, Mommy! I just want to know when you're going to work, so, when are you going to work?"
"I'm leaving for work in 3 hours, I'll be home by 11:00, just before new years!" I need to find out what the heck is happening! How do I stop her from going to work and how do I get back to 2019?
Wait, where's my dad?
"Hey, Mommy, where's Dad?"
"Oh, he's in the garage working on the car. What kind of soup do y-" Before I let her finish I was out the door. I have to tell my Dad what's going on."
"Daddy!" I try to yell over the sound of the car engine, I could see the oil and dirt of his pants, ugh, it smells like gasoline in here!
"Daddy!" I yell again, even louder. He sprinted up banging his head against the bottom of the car, I giggle a little as he gets up to wipe off his forehead with the palm of his hand which leaves a black stripe across his eyebrow line.
"Daddy, I need to tell you something, it's very important!"
"Sure, Honey, what is it?" He doesn't really sound concern, he sounds tired, and is voice sounds raspy.
"Ok, day before yesterday it was 2019! Then, somehow I went back in time and got here, to 2017, Mom wasn't alive and you were mad at Drake and I for having a party, Amber was with me and, somehow we just went back in time! Please believe me, Daddy!" I knew I can't explain what was happening to my mom because first, she would see if I bonked my head, second, she would get mad at me because I would say she was DEAD, and third, she'd think I was crazy!
"Haha, funny story, Debbie, but you shouldn't kid about death, and going back in time? Seriously? That's impossible!"
Impossible. The word strikes me with a thousand meanings. Can't happen, anything but possible, impractical. The thing is, it IS possible!
"No, Dad, it is, it is possible! It was just 2019 a day ago, and then somehow I came back to 2017! It's like, like I was suppose to come back here, like I was bound to go back in time!" For sure he thinks I'm a wacko, he's the only one I can trust to keep this a secret. Mom would tell her friends and Drake is a blabber mouth so he would tell his stupid girlfriend Lane and she would tell all of her friends that I belong in a mental asylum or so9mething stupid like that, and then her friends would play the game telephone then start spreading rumors...
"Hun, go have a rest, seriously, you look a little sick." With that, he hugs me lightly trying not to leave any oil stains on my shirt and kisses me gently on my forehead.
"Daddy, please wake me up before 2:30, before mom goes to work, pretty please?"
"Ok, I promise, now go rest up, maybe that "time travelling" thing will go away after a nice, relaxing rest."
With that, I slowly leave the room. Before I'm completely gone, I hear something my dad said but I can't quite make it out.
"What as that, Dad?"
"Oh, nothing." I see him smile a bit, that's when I walk out the door and to m room.
"Oh no, she knows to much..."
"M-Mom?" My voice quivered as I ran to give my mom a hug.
"Whoa! Honey, what's wrong? Is everything okay?" The sound of her voice made me calm, excited, and the warmth of her hug made me feel so, so, so safe. I had my mom back. I had the one who gave me life, who helped me up when I fell down, who made me feel happy when I was sad or frustrated, the one who was with me before the... The accident!
"Mom, what day is it? Tell me! Please tell me!" I yelled in worry, my eyes widened as I shook her arms. I needed to know. I don't want her to die! I need to keep her safe!
"Debbie! What's wrong with you? You are acting we-"
"What day is it?! What year is it?! Tell me!" I then become frustrated, she wasn't answering my question! I need to keep her safe! Wait... If you go back in time, there's going to be another you... So if I'm here, where's the other me?
"Deb, I thought you went to Amber's house, how are you here?" My mom's face then changed from surprised, to concerned, she probably thinks I'm nuts or something... I have to make an excuse of why I'm here so she won't be suspicious.
"I felt really sick and um... I came home, I didn't want Amber to be alone for the weekend, so I invited her over and I didn't think you'd mind. Ok, about the date, please tell me it!" My heart drops, lying to my mother was the worst thing I could, well, the worst thing I COULD do is murder and such, but lying to the one who I love dearly, especially a dead loved one, made me feel like I was going to puke...
"Ok, because you want to know SO MUCH! It's December 31, 2017. Go get some rest, I'll get Amber to bring you soup when it's done. Ok?" Her voice sounds like thousands of angels singing, a light, quiet, kind voice. I missed it so much.
"Oh, I don't need any soup, Mommy! I just want to know when you're going to work, so, when are you going to work?"
"I'm leaving for work in 3 hours, I'll be home by 11:00, just before new years!" I need to find out what the heck is happening! How do I stop her from going to work and how do I get back to 2019?
Wait, where's my dad?
"Hey, Mommy, where's Dad?"
"Oh, he's in the garage working on the car. What kind of soup do y-" Before I let her finish I was out the door. I have to tell my Dad what's going on."
"Daddy!" I try to yell over the sound of the car engine, I could see the oil and dirt of his pants, ugh, it smells like gasoline in here!
"Daddy!" I yell again, even louder. He sprinted up banging his head against the bottom of the car, I giggle a little as he gets up to wipe off his forehead with the palm of his hand which leaves a black stripe across his eyebrow line.
"Daddy, I need to tell you something, it's very important!"
"Sure, Honey, what is it?" He doesn't really sound concern, he sounds tired, and is voice sounds raspy.
"Ok, day before yesterday it was 2019! Then, somehow I went back in time and got here, to 2017, Mom wasn't alive and you were mad at Drake and I for having a party, Amber was with me and, somehow we just went back in time! Please believe me, Daddy!" I knew I can't explain what was happening to my mom because first, she would see if I bonked my head, second, she would get mad at me because I would say she was DEAD, and third, she'd think I was crazy!
"Haha, funny story, Debbie, but you shouldn't kid about death, and going back in time? Seriously? That's impossible!"
Impossible. The word strikes me with a thousand meanings. Can't happen, anything but possible, impractical. The thing is, it IS possible!
"No, Dad, it is, it is possible! It was just 2019 a day ago, and then somehow I came back to 2017! It's like, like I was suppose to come back here, like I was bound to go back in time!" For sure he thinks I'm a wacko, he's the only one I can trust to keep this a secret. Mom would tell her friends and Drake is a blabber mouth so he would tell his stupid girlfriend Lane and she would tell all of her friends that I belong in a mental asylum or so9mething stupid like that, and then her friends would play the game telephone then start spreading rumors...
"Hun, go have a rest, seriously, you look a little sick." With that, he hugs me lightly trying not to leave any oil stains on my shirt and kisses me gently on my forehead.
"Daddy, please wake me up before 2:30, before mom goes to work, pretty please?"
"Ok, I promise, now go rest up, maybe that "time travelling" thing will go away after a nice, relaxing rest."
With that, I slowly leave the room. Before I'm completely gone, I hear something my dad said but I can't quite make it out.
"What as that, Dad?"
"Oh, nothing." I see him smile a bit, that's when I walk out the door and to m room.
"Oh no, she knows to much..."
Friday 22 May 2015
Tragedy- Part 5
I look at Griffin for a while then burst out laughing. "You- you actually believe that-that I have a destiny in this-this little HOUSE?!" I say while laughing so hard I begin to get cramps.
I look at her again after I rub my eyes. She's looking at me with a straight face. That's when I realize that she isn't joking. I try to calm down then say, "So... are you gonna say something?"
"What do you want me to say?" Says Griffin as she picks her fingernails.
"I don't know, maybe WHY IN THE WORLD ARE WE HERE AND HOW WOULD MY DESTINY BE HELD HERE?" I yell.
"Fine," starts Griffin. "You remember how last year your grandfather died because of those numbers?"
I nod and think Why wouldn't I? I had like a 14 hour dream last night about me trying to figure out where they came from. Those dolls are still freaking me out...
Griffin continues. "He tried to track down where the radio signals were coming from and they lead him here."
Radio signals...? Oh, yeah! His car radio kept on getting blocked by these radio things with the numbers repeating.
"How'd he track them here?" I ask.
She clears her throat. "Now that I don't really know, but I do know that when he found this place, that's when he went insane. I think this place is cursed by those numbers, but others may differ."
I look at the windshield. Rain hits it and I hear the distant roar of thunder. Then a thought occurs to me. How does she know this?
"I thank you for all the information, but how the heck do you know this?" I say questionably.
She stares at me, purses her lips, then bolts out of the car. I look shocked at her momentarily then run after her. The dirt driveway has now turned into mud and my clothes get coated in it. I try to look through the rain to find Griffin, but I can't see her anywhere. I then see a shape moving in the trees and I run towards it. I try to run as fast as I can, but when you're wearing heels, you can't really go that fast. The figure moves further into the forest and I continue to run at it. I run and run until I notice that the figure has disappeared. I stop and pull my hair back with my fingers.
"Griffin!" I yell.
No response. "Griffin!" I yell even louder.
"GRIFFIN!" I scream at the top of my lungs.
I begin to tear up and I yell one more time.
"GRIF-"
But that's before a bag gets put over my head and I get dragged into the forest.
I look at her again after I rub my eyes. She's looking at me with a straight face. That's when I realize that she isn't joking. I try to calm down then say, "So... are you gonna say something?"
"What do you want me to say?" Says Griffin as she picks her fingernails.
"I don't know, maybe WHY IN THE WORLD ARE WE HERE AND HOW WOULD MY DESTINY BE HELD HERE?" I yell.
"Fine," starts Griffin. "You remember how last year your grandfather died because of those numbers?"
I nod and think Why wouldn't I? I had like a 14 hour dream last night about me trying to figure out where they came from. Those dolls are still freaking me out...
Griffin continues. "He tried to track down where the radio signals were coming from and they lead him here."
Radio signals...? Oh, yeah! His car radio kept on getting blocked by these radio things with the numbers repeating.
"How'd he track them here?" I ask.
She clears her throat. "Now that I don't really know, but I do know that when he found this place, that's when he went insane. I think this place is cursed by those numbers, but others may differ."
I look at the windshield. Rain hits it and I hear the distant roar of thunder. Then a thought occurs to me. How does she know this?
"I thank you for all the information, but how the heck do you know this?" I say questionably.
She stares at me, purses her lips, then bolts out of the car. I look shocked at her momentarily then run after her. The dirt driveway has now turned into mud and my clothes get coated in it. I try to look through the rain to find Griffin, but I can't see her anywhere. I then see a shape moving in the trees and I run towards it. I try to run as fast as I can, but when you're wearing heels, you can't really go that fast. The figure moves further into the forest and I continue to run at it. I run and run until I notice that the figure has disappeared. I stop and pull my hair back with my fingers.
"Griffin!" I yell.
No response. "Griffin!" I yell even louder.
"GRIFFIN!" I scream at the top of my lungs.
I begin to tear up and I yell one more time.
"GRIF-"
But that's before a bag gets put over my head and I get dragged into the forest.
Question of the Day
If you had to pick one place anywhere in the world to stay for the rest of your life, where would it be?
What's your favorite video game?
One of my favorites are the Spyro series.
What's yours?
Tell me in the comments!
What's yours?
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Thoughts
I constantly worry, never really stops. And it's usually about stuff that doesn't even matter. I can't even sleep some nights because of what I think about. I'm usually lost in thoughts. Let's put it this way, you only know a part of me. If I were to explain further, I only share not even half of what goes on in my head. Stuff kids say to me I have a hard time forgetting. I damages you confidence and messes with your head. Especially when you already have 99 problems. People I know think that I'm someone totally different than I really am. Nobody knows. I guess in your own mind you view yourself as a freak who's completely insane. That would be me. I wish I was better at telling people how I feel, or that they could be the slightest bit empathetic. To say the least I realize that people can relate, and that it's not just me.
Minecraft...FINAL UPDATE?!?! What do you do on Minecraft?
The city is complete!! Are you gonna build a city? Tell me what you do on Minecraft, I would really like it!
Thursday 14 May 2015
New Minecraft City
Well, I have another update series coming right now. A new City on Minecraft. It doesn't have a name at the moment, but let's get to the important stuff! First of all the streets are made from cyan-stained clay instead of black wool. The fire hydrants are different too, but I won't be explaining that. Right now I'm working on a area where the roads are made out of normal bricks. It's going to be awesome! Streets in that area are Evergreen Boulevard,Oak Avenue, Tamarack Drive, Cedar Close, Maple Place, Poplar Circle, Acadia Square, Spruce Square, Juniper Point, Birch Wynd, and Birch Gate. I ran out of time to do more of this, unfortunately.
Tuesday 12 May 2015
Tragedy- Part 4
"Drew? Wake up or you're going to be late for your interview!"
I moan and say "Where am I? Who are you?"
The person lightly slaps me in the face and grunts. "It's me, Drew! You slept in!"
"What?" I croak.
"You have a job interview at 10:00. It's 9:24!"
"What are you talking about?" I say. "I don't have an interview. Now whoever you are, get out of my house or I'll-"
"DREW OPAL ANDREWS IT'S GRIFFIN GREY NOW GET UP NOW OR I'LL HIT YOU SO HARD YOUR MOTHER WILL FEEL IT!"
That's when I snap back into reality. My interview. Griffin. Oh no. I quickly open my eyes and jump out of bed. I run to the washroom, brush my hair and teeth, throw on some perfume, some makeup, and rush out of there. I look at my clock. 9:41. I sprint to my closet and throw on a pair of blue jeans, a white blouse, and some black pumps. I the rush out the door while still putting on one of my heels, get into the passenger seat of Griffin's car, and drive to my interview.
We pull up in front of the building, which is pretty spectacular. Roses and marigolds line the outside of the restaurant and wooden railings trace the walls, adding a beautiful rustic feel to the place.
"Good luck!" Shouts Griffin as I walk up the stairs to the main doors.
I wave at her, then walk in.
"Welcome!" Exclaims a woman with short brown hair. "I'm Willow Grey and if you could just follow me, I'll lead you to Mr. Geller's office."
I look at here for a moment and think Why does she look so familiar?
"Um," I say, "I'm sorry to bother you, but have we met before? Like, besides inside this restaurant?"
She hesitates and says "No... I don't think so. People do say, though that I remind them of Rita Ora, just with different facial features."
I smile and she does the same.We walk down a short hallway lined with beautiful painting and plants. I keep on going over in my mind of where on Earth could I have seen Willow before until we reach a door that says 'manager' on it. The lady opens the door and in a black leather office chair sits a man in a red and black flannel with hazel eyes and neat-yet-messy hair.
"Hello," Says Mr.Geller as he stands up to shake my hand. "I'm Mr. Geller, the owner of Lacuna. Please, take a seat," He gestures towards a wooden chair with black leather cushions on the back and bottom of the chair.
"Hi, I'm Drew Andrews and I just wanted to start off by saying I have admired your restaurant for some time now and it would be an honor to get a job as a chef here. Sorry, I just wanted to get that out of the way." I say as I start to blush a bit.
"It's okay. So, what got you interested in cooking?" Says Mr. Geller.
"Well," I start. "My mother was a chef at a high end restaurant in New York, and she would teach me how to cook simple things like cake, omelets, and pasta. She then signed me up for cooking classes, which got me even more in love with the idea of being a chef. Now I've worked at only three restaurants and I am totally obsessed with cooking."
"Wonderful. I'll give you a call as soon as possible," Says Mr. Geller.
I smile and say my goodbyes. I leave the restaurant and get into Griffin's car.
"So... How'd it go?" She says enthusiastically.
"I won't know until he calls me back," I reply.
She nods and starts driving. It's not until about 10 minutes into driving that I realize we're going the wrong way.
"Um, Grif, Where're we going?" I ask.
"You'll see," She says.
I sit back into my chair and turn up the radio. 'All Of Me' by John Legend is playing and I hear Griffin quietly singing to herself. I let out a small giggle and look back onto the road. By now I've realized we've been going in the wrong direction for at least 25 minutes and I start to get worried.
"Grif, where are we going for real?" I ask nervously.
She just smirks and continues driving. I begin to play with my fingers, which I now find is a habit of mine when I get nervous. The sky gets dark and it begins to rain. Typical March weather. Griffin's wiper blades swish back and forth and I watch the rain land on the windshield in abstract patterns. The car then takes a sharp turn to the left and Griffin begins to drive up a long dirt driveway. We arrive in front of an old house that has to have only 4 rooms and I stare at it blankly.
"You brought me all the way out here to see a stupid shack?" I ask in awe.
"It's more then a shack, Drew." Explains Griffin.
"Really?" I say. "Because to me it looks like a beaten down old hut that probably hasn't been used in over a zillion years. So please, tell me why it's more than just a shack."
"It's more than a shack because it holds your- your-"
"My WHAT!" I exclaim
"It's holds your destiny." She says.
We pull up in front of the building, which is pretty spectacular. Roses and marigolds line the outside of the restaurant and wooden railings trace the walls, adding a beautiful rustic feel to the place.
"Good luck!" Shouts Griffin as I walk up the stairs to the main doors.
I wave at her, then walk in.
"Welcome!" Exclaims a woman with short brown hair. "I'm Willow Grey and if you could just follow me, I'll lead you to Mr. Geller's office."
I look at here for a moment and think Why does she look so familiar?
"Um," I say, "I'm sorry to bother you, but have we met before? Like, besides inside this restaurant?"
She hesitates and says "No... I don't think so. People do say, though that I remind them of Rita Ora, just with different facial features."
I smile and she does the same.We walk down a short hallway lined with beautiful painting and plants. I keep on going over in my mind of where on Earth could I have seen Willow before until we reach a door that says 'manager' on it. The lady opens the door and in a black leather office chair sits a man in a red and black flannel with hazel eyes and neat-yet-messy hair.
"Hello," Says Mr.Geller as he stands up to shake my hand. "I'm Mr. Geller, the owner of Lacuna. Please, take a seat," He gestures towards a wooden chair with black leather cushions on the back and bottom of the chair.
"Hi, I'm Drew Andrews and I just wanted to start off by saying I have admired your restaurant for some time now and it would be an honor to get a job as a chef here. Sorry, I just wanted to get that out of the way." I say as I start to blush a bit.
"It's okay. So, what got you interested in cooking?" Says Mr. Geller.
"Well," I start. "My mother was a chef at a high end restaurant in New York, and she would teach me how to cook simple things like cake, omelets, and pasta. She then signed me up for cooking classes, which got me even more in love with the idea of being a chef. Now I've worked at only three restaurants and I am totally obsessed with cooking."
"Wonderful. I'll give you a call as soon as possible," Says Mr. Geller.
I smile and say my goodbyes. I leave the restaurant and get into Griffin's car.
"So... How'd it go?" She says enthusiastically.
"I won't know until he calls me back," I reply.
She nods and starts driving. It's not until about 10 minutes into driving that I realize we're going the wrong way.
"Um, Grif, Where're we going?" I ask.
"You'll see," She says.
I sit back into my chair and turn up the radio. 'All Of Me' by John Legend is playing and I hear Griffin quietly singing to herself. I let out a small giggle and look back onto the road. By now I've realized we've been going in the wrong direction for at least 25 minutes and I start to get worried.
"Grif, where are we going for real?" I ask nervously.
She just smirks and continues driving. I begin to play with my fingers, which I now find is a habit of mine when I get nervous. The sky gets dark and it begins to rain. Typical March weather. Griffin's wiper blades swish back and forth and I watch the rain land on the windshield in abstract patterns. The car then takes a sharp turn to the left and Griffin begins to drive up a long dirt driveway. We arrive in front of an old house that has to have only 4 rooms and I stare at it blankly.
"You brought me all the way out here to see a stupid shack?" I ask in awe.
"It's more then a shack, Drew." Explains Griffin.
"Really?" I say. "Because to me it looks like a beaten down old hut that probably hasn't been used in over a zillion years. So please, tell me why it's more than just a shack."
"It's more than a shack because it holds your- your-"
"My WHAT!" I exclaim
"It's holds your destiny." She says.
Tuesday 5 May 2015
Tragedy- Part 3
I wake in a meadow. The sky is clear, the birds are chirping, and the wind is hardly even there. I sit in the middle of all this thinking What? How did I get here?
I'm utterly confused, but I decide that sitting here won't do me any good, so I get up and move a couple steps back. The wind then begins to pick up. The leafs in the trees are stirring in a twister like shape and their soft, pale green is now turning into... black. The birds stop chirping and the crystal clear sky turns into grey and smoky olive. The wind throws my hair all over my face and threatens to rip my clothes off of me. I push my hair back and see something odd in the distance.
Coming over the hills is some sort of cement. It coats the trees, hills, and some of the innocent animals that graze the meadow. The cement stops and quickly goes backwards towards where it came from, taking everything it covered with it so that there is only mounds of dirt and sand.
I stare blankly at the scene until I hear a voice whispering something, but I can't make out what it's saying. It then gets louder. "A man of words and not of deeds, is like a garden full of weeds."
I then realize it's not just one voice, it's a choir of children. I look around to see where the voices are coming from, but I can't see anything. Everything has gone black. I stumble around in the darkness, looking for something to hold me steady, as the room seems to be rocking side to side.
"And when the weeds begin to grow, it's like a garden full of snow." The voices say, slow and scary. All of the sudden two red lights flash for an instant in front of me. I try to slow my breathing, but I'm way too panicked to even fathom what is happening.
"And when the snow begins to fall, it's like a bird upon a wall." Say the children.
There! Again! The red lights. Except instead of one set, there are four identical pairs of red lights. They fade away into the blackness.
"And when the bird away does fly, it's like an eagle in the sky." The choir seems to be getting closer, which sends me into extreme panic.
"And when the sky begins to roar, it's like a lion at the door." Closer.
"And when the door begins to crack, it's like a stick across your back." The lights flash on and off. At least 12 pairs.
"And when your back begins to smart, it's like a penknife in your heart." The voices are so close now. Calm down. No, not happening. I play with my fingers and move backwards. My face gets hot and tears roll down my face. I've never been this scared in my life.
"And when your heart begins to bleed," Say the children, more mellow but stick scary and raspy. I panic and I feel something warm and sticky in the palms of my hands. Blood.
"You're dead, and dead, and dead indeed!" Finish the children, almost screaming.
I stop crying and steady my breathing. All of the sudden a light goes on, like the type you see in old interrogation offices. I notice I'm sitting in an old rocking chair.
"Tell us a story." Says a voice.
I twist my body around to see at least 15 old dolls staring at me. One has a horrific smile and says "Tell us a story. We shared with you our voices, now speak."
"What?" I ask.
"Tell us a story," Says the creepy doll. Her smile goes into a frown and the other dolls frown with her. "Tell us a story about some numbers. We like them."
I stare anxiously at them. "Numbers? Wh- what are you talking about?" I say, as I fake a smile.
"The ones that killed your Papa. Six, seventeen, fourteen, thirty nine, one." Says the doll.
"Six, seventeen, fourteen, thirty nine, one." Repeat the rest of the dolls. "Six, seventeen, fourteen, thirty nine, one."
I rise from the rocking chair and move away from the dolls.
"Where are you going? You haven't told us a story yet. We get very angry." Says a doll with torn overalls and ripped out eyes.
"Yes. Now tell us a story, Drew. Tell us a story." Says the frowning doll.
"No." I say.
The dolls all rise. I blink, and there they all are, staring at me.
"Too bad." Says a doll with a burlap sack over its head.
"Goodbye." They all say.
And with that, the dolls all take sharp needles out of their legs and stab me with them. I scream from the pain and the dolls disappear, just before the wooden floor cracks and I fade into the darkness.
I'm utterly confused, but I decide that sitting here won't do me any good, so I get up and move a couple steps back. The wind then begins to pick up. The leafs in the trees are stirring in a twister like shape and their soft, pale green is now turning into... black. The birds stop chirping and the crystal clear sky turns into grey and smoky olive. The wind throws my hair all over my face and threatens to rip my clothes off of me. I push my hair back and see something odd in the distance.
Coming over the hills is some sort of cement. It coats the trees, hills, and some of the innocent animals that graze the meadow. The cement stops and quickly goes backwards towards where it came from, taking everything it covered with it so that there is only mounds of dirt and sand.
I stare blankly at the scene until I hear a voice whispering something, but I can't make out what it's saying. It then gets louder. "A man of words and not of deeds, is like a garden full of weeds."
I then realize it's not just one voice, it's a choir of children. I look around to see where the voices are coming from, but I can't see anything. Everything has gone black. I stumble around in the darkness, looking for something to hold me steady, as the room seems to be rocking side to side.
"And when the weeds begin to grow, it's like a garden full of snow." The voices say, slow and scary. All of the sudden two red lights flash for an instant in front of me. I try to slow my breathing, but I'm way too panicked to even fathom what is happening.
"And when the snow begins to fall, it's like a bird upon a wall." Say the children.
There! Again! The red lights. Except instead of one set, there are four identical pairs of red lights. They fade away into the blackness.
"And when the bird away does fly, it's like an eagle in the sky." The choir seems to be getting closer, which sends me into extreme panic.
"And when the sky begins to roar, it's like a lion at the door." Closer.
"And when the door begins to crack, it's like a stick across your back." The lights flash on and off. At least 12 pairs.
"And when your back begins to smart, it's like a penknife in your heart." The voices are so close now. Calm down. No, not happening. I play with my fingers and move backwards. My face gets hot and tears roll down my face. I've never been this scared in my life.
"And when your heart begins to bleed," Say the children, more mellow but stick scary and raspy. I panic and I feel something warm and sticky in the palms of my hands. Blood.
"You're dead, and dead, and dead indeed!" Finish the children, almost screaming.
I stop crying and steady my breathing. All of the sudden a light goes on, like the type you see in old interrogation offices. I notice I'm sitting in an old rocking chair.
"Tell us a story." Says a voice.
I twist my body around to see at least 15 old dolls staring at me. One has a horrific smile and says "Tell us a story. We shared with you our voices, now speak."
"What?" I ask.
"Tell us a story," Says the creepy doll. Her smile goes into a frown and the other dolls frown with her. "Tell us a story about some numbers. We like them."
I stare anxiously at them. "Numbers? Wh- what are you talking about?" I say, as I fake a smile.
"The ones that killed your Papa. Six, seventeen, fourteen, thirty nine, one." Says the doll.
"Six, seventeen, fourteen, thirty nine, one." Repeat the rest of the dolls. "Six, seventeen, fourteen, thirty nine, one."
I rise from the rocking chair and move away from the dolls.
"Where are you going? You haven't told us a story yet. We get very angry." Says a doll with torn overalls and ripped out eyes.
"Yes. Now tell us a story, Drew. Tell us a story." Says the frowning doll.
"No." I say.
The dolls all rise. I blink, and there they all are, staring at me.
"Too bad." Says a doll with a burlap sack over its head.
"Goodbye." They all say.
And with that, the dolls all take sharp needles out of their legs and stab me with them. I scream from the pain and the dolls disappear, just before the wooden floor cracks and I fade into the darkness.
Blog announcement.
Hey guys! I just wanted to say that I will start posting less and less on this blog. The reason for this is that I started my own blog this weekend. If you would like to continue reading what I have to say, come check out my blog, "The Awesome Perspective". If you have trouble finding it, all you have to do is click my name on the contributors list, and look at the blogs I follow/own. It'll be there. I will continue posting on that blog after the end of the school year, so if you would like to continue to read what I have to say from grade 7 and up, all you have to do is go there. Okay, that's all I have to say for now. See you tomorrow. :)
Cats, Rats, and Minutes Math Problem
6 cats can kill 6 rats in 6 minutes.
How many cats can kill 100 rats in 50 minutes?
How many cats can kill 100 rats in 50 minutes?
I'm Absolutely Amazed!
I really haven't had a chance to read the blog recently, but I was totally amazed at the writing that has taken place. It is so cool to see you sharing your stories, poems, and thoughts here. I truly enjoy reading everything you write!
Keep up the great work.
Keep up the great work.
Saturday 2 May 2015
Tragedy- Part Two
"That'll be $14.65," Says the cab driver.
I willingly hand over the money and walk out of the taxi. I do have my own car, but it's in the shop due to some problems with the motor. The cool fall breeze carries the sounds of cars and chatter through the air. This may be a small town, but there sure is a lot of noise. I walk up the paved walkway, walk up the stairs, and grab my grandfathers house key from out of my pocket. I unlock the door, and walk in.
It's chilly in there, so I zip up my sweater. I walk though the house, when all of the sudden I hear something coming from the kitchen. I carefully motion towards it, when a huge black squirrel comes darting out. I swear at that moment my heart almost jumped out of my chest. The squirrel runs behind the wardrobe and a puff of dust comes out from it. I always hated the fact of how my parents decided to buy this house, but now I'm actually sort of glad they did. I shake my head and walk away from the kitchen. I then walk down the hallway towards what I came for in the first place. His basement.
I slide the key off from the light next to the door and open it. By "it" I mean the door.
I'm going to be quite honest here, I was terrified to go into his basement. My parents never re-did the house or gave away any of my grandpa's stuff, so as you may have guessed, the numbers were still engraved in the basement walls. I make my way down all the stairs and fumble around in my pocket for my phone to use as a flash light. I manage to find it and turn it on, and the whole basement now has a dim glow. It may be faint, but it's better than wandering around in a dead man's basement with no light at all.
I make my way through the basement, trying to not look at the walls. I hear something hit the ground. It was probably just the squirrel, I think.
I ignore it and keep on searching for something to look through, for some type of information, but I can't seem to come across anything. I become frustrated and rub my T-zone with my finger tips.
I came here to find something, so that's exactly what I'm going to do, I think to myself.
So I keep looking. Just when I'm almost certain there's nothing useful down there, I see a thin three drawer filing cabinet tucked under a saw horse. I pull it out, rub my hands together, and open up the first drawer. Nothing. I open up the second drawer. Again, nothing. I cross my fingers and open up the third drawer. I shine my flash light in a see a rectangular piece of metal lying in the back of the drawer. I pull it out. It's a USB stick. I smile and decide that this is the reason why I came down here. Thank you, fate. I jog towards the stairs, still amazed at my discovery. I was expecting to find nothing, to be honest. I shine my flash light on the stick and see some sort of writing on the side. I move it closer towards my light and see a reflection on the metal of the stick. I hold my breath and look behind me.
"Who the-" I start.
It then goes black.
I willingly hand over the money and walk out of the taxi. I do have my own car, but it's in the shop due to some problems with the motor. The cool fall breeze carries the sounds of cars and chatter through the air. This may be a small town, but there sure is a lot of noise. I walk up the paved walkway, walk up the stairs, and grab my grandfathers house key from out of my pocket. I unlock the door, and walk in.
It's chilly in there, so I zip up my sweater. I walk though the house, when all of the sudden I hear something coming from the kitchen. I carefully motion towards it, when a huge black squirrel comes darting out. I swear at that moment my heart almost jumped out of my chest. The squirrel runs behind the wardrobe and a puff of dust comes out from it. I always hated the fact of how my parents decided to buy this house, but now I'm actually sort of glad they did. I shake my head and walk away from the kitchen. I then walk down the hallway towards what I came for in the first place. His basement.
I slide the key off from the light next to the door and open it. By "it" I mean the door.
I'm going to be quite honest here, I was terrified to go into his basement. My parents never re-did the house or gave away any of my grandpa's stuff, so as you may have guessed, the numbers were still engraved in the basement walls. I make my way down all the stairs and fumble around in my pocket for my phone to use as a flash light. I manage to find it and turn it on, and the whole basement now has a dim glow. It may be faint, but it's better than wandering around in a dead man's basement with no light at all.
I make my way through the basement, trying to not look at the walls. I hear something hit the ground. It was probably just the squirrel, I think.
I ignore it and keep on searching for something to look through, for some type of information, but I can't seem to come across anything. I become frustrated and rub my T-zone with my finger tips.
I came here to find something, so that's exactly what I'm going to do, I think to myself.
So I keep looking. Just when I'm almost certain there's nothing useful down there, I see a thin three drawer filing cabinet tucked under a saw horse. I pull it out, rub my hands together, and open up the first drawer. Nothing. I open up the second drawer. Again, nothing. I cross my fingers and open up the third drawer. I shine my flash light in a see a rectangular piece of metal lying in the back of the drawer. I pull it out. It's a USB stick. I smile and decide that this is the reason why I came down here. Thank you, fate. I jog towards the stairs, still amazed at my discovery. I was expecting to find nothing, to be honest. I shine my flash light on the stick and see some sort of writing on the side. I move it closer towards my light and see a reflection on the metal of the stick. I hold my breath and look behind me.
"Who the-" I start.
It then goes black.
Tragedy- Part One
Six, seventeen, fourteen, thirty nine, one. Six, seventeen, fourteen, thirty nine, one.
I would tell you what those numbers mean, but I don't know. A list? Maybe. A code? Who knows.
At this stage in my life, you would assume I would know what they mean. After all, it was my grandfathers dying wish for me to figure that out.
But I can't. It is not physically or mentally possible for me to do. What purpose could those numbers have even? Six, seventeen, fourteen, thirty nine, one. All pointless to me, but not to my grandfather,
He discovered those numbers when he was 28. He got an anonymous call and those numbers were repeated over, and over, and over again. He thought nothing of it, then the next day those numbers were spray painted on his car in blood red. He thought it was just teenagers playing a joke on him, but those numbers kept on appearing everywhere. For 42 years. Unknown radio signals, fax papers, emails, but then the dreams came.
He began having night terrors. Faceless men repeating "The numbers are important. Figure them out. Hurry up, Paul. Hurry up."
That's what drove my grandfather to insanity. He would come over to my house at random hours and scold me for not knowing what the numbers meant. "Why haven't you found them, Drew? Why haven't you found them?! This is your fault! Now figure them out!" He would yell
I was so scared. Wouldn't you be if a crazy old man was at your front door at 2:00 in the morning?
My parents then found out what was happening and got the police on his case. They got a search warrant and found in his basement the numbers written all over the walls. They took him to a mental hospital where 3 months later he committed suicide. Jumped out a window. The doctors said he would have died anyways from depression, anxiety, and overall just from the state he was in.
It's been one year now since that happened, and I want to find out what those numbers mean. I, Drew Madison, want to for fill my grandfathers dying wish. Where should I start? Well, the answer to that is fairly obvious.
His basement.
He began having night terrors. Faceless men repeating "The numbers are important. Figure them out. Hurry up, Paul. Hurry up."
That's what drove my grandfather to insanity. He would come over to my house at random hours and scold me for not knowing what the numbers meant. "Why haven't you found them, Drew? Why haven't you found them?! This is your fault! Now figure them out!" He would yell
I was so scared. Wouldn't you be if a crazy old man was at your front door at 2:00 in the morning?
My parents then found out what was happening and got the police on his case. They got a search warrant and found in his basement the numbers written all over the walls. They took him to a mental hospital where 3 months later he committed suicide. Jumped out a window. The doctors said he would have died anyways from depression, anxiety, and overall just from the state he was in.
It's been one year now since that happened, and I want to find out what those numbers mean. I, Drew Madison, want to for fill my grandfathers dying wish. Where should I start? Well, the answer to that is fairly obvious.
His basement.
Friday 1 May 2015
Why I haven't been posting!
Ugh! This is going to bother me so much! For the past few months, I've gone without my computer (I know, I am going to die!) and my computer has been the only electronic to post on the blog on, my house computer can't really type because of the keyboard and my phone doesn't allow me to even go on the blog. Supposedly my laptop had a virus and whenever I tried to log into it, it just went to a black screen, so soon I will be chopping it into millions of pieces with my dad's axe! Yay! Hopefully, when it's my birthday, I will get a new laptop! I don't NEED a laptop, I could always go onto the blog at school, but it would be nice to have one again! Okie dokie! Thanks for reading this and soon I will start up my Back In Time!
Hope you guys understand and I will write later! Okie dokie, bye!
Hope you guys understand and I will write later! Okie dokie, bye!
Which video game consoles
Which video game consoles do you have?
PS1
PS2
PS3
PS4
Microsoft Xbox
Xbox 360
Xbox One
Other..
If you have a console that belongs under 'other', tell me the name of it, not just other.
I have the PS1, PS2, PS3, Nintendo GC, and Microsoft Xbox consoles. My brother owns a PS4.
PS1
PS2
PS3
PS4
Microsoft Xbox
Xbox 360
Xbox One
Other..
If you have a console that belongs under 'other', tell me the name of it, not just other.
I have the PS1, PS2, PS3, Nintendo GC, and Microsoft Xbox consoles. My brother owns a PS4.
Tuesday 28 April 2015
I Will Find You. Part 5. By:Keira
No.
I fly off my balcony, expecting certain death. I did not just do that.Why would I do that? Ugh! The icy, crisp air slaps me in the face, as the pale moonlight shines down on me. The streets are filled with chatter and cars. Lights sparkle throughout the city, copycating the stars that shine bright in the clear night sky. I wonder what time it is. I wonder what time I'll land on the ground. I wonder what time I'll die. I mean, I pretty sure one of these next breaths I'm going to take is going to be the last. What will Amy do without me? What about dad? I mean, we can't find mom. He'll have nobody without me. Why did I jump? I didn't even want to!
Then; there's a thud. I know that I landed.
Bang. I fall on the ground. Cold conreat stabs my hands. Am I dead? I don't think so. I slowly stand up. Well, I am pretty sore. I then realize, that I'm not on the street. No, I'm on the roof of the building next to my apartment. I'm alive. Ha! I lived! Oh my gosh. I can'the believe that I can jump that far! I feel relieved as the cold wind whips through the air. I yell out a cry of joy, happy to be alive.
That's when I see her. A little girl. Sitting on the roof. Crying. She has dirty red hair that covers her face. She hides herself in a little red hoodie. "Are you okay?" I ask, worried for her safety.
"I Am..." She says, ominously, "but are you?" She yells, jumping up from her spot. Her red hair reveals her face, which is covered in eyeliner.
Then, she attacks me. She puls a huge stick out of her bag, the ones that people would use to get across rivers. Yeah, I don't know what they're called. She runs towards me then disappears. She pops up behind me, without walking there. She's like the other guy! She'so going to kill me!"Little red says 'hi'" she yells, in an insane manor. To bad you're going to bed!" she yells, angerly.
Then, everything goes black.
To be continued.
I fly off my balcony, expecting certain death. I did not just do that.Why would I do that? Ugh! The icy, crisp air slaps me in the face, as the pale moonlight shines down on me. The streets are filled with chatter and cars. Lights sparkle throughout the city, copycating the stars that shine bright in the clear night sky. I wonder what time it is. I wonder what time I'll land on the ground. I wonder what time I'll die. I mean, I pretty sure one of these next breaths I'm going to take is going to be the last. What will Amy do without me? What about dad? I mean, we can't find mom. He'll have nobody without me. Why did I jump? I didn't even want to!
Then; there's a thud. I know that I landed.
Bang. I fall on the ground. Cold conreat stabs my hands. Am I dead? I don't think so. I slowly stand up. Well, I am pretty sore. I then realize, that I'm not on the street. No, I'm on the roof of the building next to my apartment. I'm alive. Ha! I lived! Oh my gosh. I can'the believe that I can jump that far! I feel relieved as the cold wind whips through the air. I yell out a cry of joy, happy to be alive.
That's when I see her. A little girl. Sitting on the roof. Crying. She has dirty red hair that covers her face. She hides herself in a little red hoodie. "Are you okay?" I ask, worried for her safety.
"I Am..." She says, ominously, "but are you?" She yells, jumping up from her spot. Her red hair reveals her face, which is covered in eyeliner.
Then, she attacks me. She puls a huge stick out of her bag, the ones that people would use to get across rivers. Yeah, I don't know what they're called. She runs towards me then disappears. She pops up behind me, without walking there. She's like the other guy! She'so going to kill me!"Little red says 'hi'" she yells, in an insane manor. To bad you're going to bed!" she yells, angerly.
Then, everything goes black.
To be continued.
Werewolf sighting part 2
It was the Werewolf....
I began running for my life. I thought I was doomed...
but..
It was actually going for the deer, so that bought me some time. I drove away in fear.
I told everyone and everyone said I was lying. I said to them I passed the Lie Detector test at the police station and showed video proof to them. I was telling the truth.
I began running for my life. I thought I was doomed...
but..
It was actually going for the deer, so that bought me some time. I drove away in fear.
I told everyone and everyone said I was lying. I said to them I passed the Lie Detector test at the police station and showed video proof to them. I was telling the truth.
Werewolf sighting
I continued this series with another fiction story. I was driving in the dark late out at night when I came across deer piled up on one another. I was wondering what animal would be capable of doing that. Something 350 pounds? So I keep driving and guess what I find............
A full deer skeleton! What?
I then see something in the bush. What is it?
TO BE CONTINUED! IT IS NOT OVER!
A full deer skeleton! What?
I then see something in the bush. What is it?
TO BE CONTINUED! IT IS NOT OVER!
Gymnastics ( Sylvia)
Dear ankles,
Sorry for all I've done to you.
Dear wrists,
I didn't mean to hurt you.
Dear shoulders,
I'm sorry for the damage.
Dear arms,
How much longer can you hold me up?
Dear back,
Sorry for all the falls and all the pain.
Dear head,
I've shaken you up a lot haven't I?
Dear legs,
To much running, and falling, and pain!
Dear body,
Why do you cause me so much pain?
Dear me,
But promise me you will never stop.
Minecraft City COMPLETED!!! -Josh
After about 8 months working on this monstrous creation every day after school, working at 7:00 AM, and finding great builds, it's finished- MINECRAFT CITY!!!! I thought I got it done about 2 weeks ago, but I made a small residential area with a park. Streets in this area are Emerald Drive, Ruby Crescent, Bond Court, Suncrest Place, Downing Street, and Southgate Court. All of these names were inspired by real streets in County Park. The area includes single homes and townhouses.
I used to live in County Park, on York Street. There's only one school for the whole area. There should be a second school.
Back to Minecraft. I continued the power lines system with the wires crossing over the area. The Airport was smaller than I wanted it to be.
There won't be much Minecraft stuff coming up.
I used to live in County Park, on York Street. There's only one school for the whole area. There should be a second school.
Back to Minecraft. I continued the power lines system with the wires crossing over the area. The Airport was smaller than I wanted it to be.
There won't be much Minecraft stuff coming up.
Monday 27 April 2015
I Will Find You. Part 4. By:Keira
I wake up on the cold, hard, wooden floor, drenched in sweat. Another scary dream. Another nightmare. Another part of my everyday life. All I can hear is her screams. Mom's screams. Amy's screams. Dad's screams. The last looks, before disappearing; forever. Every dream is so different. The sad, lonely ones where she says goodbye, and then leaves me. The scary ones where I'm seeing her being taken away, and then killed. The ones where I'm searching for her, but she's not there. Every time I sleep, a nightmare about my mom fights it's way into my head. Every night...
The sun has faded from the sky, and the fresh moonlight shines down on me. It's... Beautiful. Who cares if I'm safe inside my house. I'm just going to end up dying of starvation in two weeks. I have to-to-to; to get out of here! I mean, even if I survive this physically by no dying, I would have died as a person. I mean-um-like-no-not like, as-wait-um-yeah. Sure. Let's go with that. The energy of a thousand bolts of lightning shoot through my body, making feel like a-a-a-um, oh who cares, I'm not an author. I cannot stop fidgeting. I run to grab my backpack and my coat. Then, I try to fight the next moment that my body attempts to make. I fidget as i attempt to grab a knife and, drag it through the sloppily sewn curtains. No. I try to fight back. I open the doors to my balcony. No. I yell at myself, using all the will power I have possible, but I keep going. NO! I stand up on the railing of my balcony, reluctantly, expecting certain death, I jump.
no....
To Be Continued....
The sun has faded from the sky, and the fresh moonlight shines down on me. It's... Beautiful. Who cares if I'm safe inside my house. I'm just going to end up dying of starvation in two weeks. I have to-to-to; to get out of here! I mean, even if I survive this physically by no dying, I would have died as a person. I mean-um-like-no-not like, as-wait-um-yeah. Sure. Let's go with that. The energy of a thousand bolts of lightning shoot through my body, making feel like a-a-a-um, oh who cares, I'm not an author. I cannot stop fidgeting. I run to grab my backpack and my coat. Then, I try to fight the next moment that my body attempts to make. I fidget as i attempt to grab a knife and, drag it through the sloppily sewn curtains. No. I try to fight back. I open the doors to my balcony. No. I yell at myself, using all the will power I have possible, but I keep going. NO! I stand up on the railing of my balcony, reluctantly, expecting certain death, I jump.
no....
To Be Continued....
Thursday 23 April 2015
I Will Find You. Part 3. By:Keira
It was real. It was real. It was real. It was real. It was real. That's the only thought that goes through my mind. It was real. I find myself taking every single step I can to make me safe. I shut my blinds and sloppily sew them together. I close all of my doors, lock them, and pile furniture up against them. I gather all of the normal household items that could be used as a weapon. After I've taken every single precaution possible, I huddle up in the dark, lonely, space that my couch is held in(I moved my couch to block front door.) I rock back and forth, in an obsessively repetitive motion, on my hard, cold, creaky wooden floor. Then, my phone rings.
When I stretch my arm across the room to reach the phone, my wound gives my arm agonizing pain. I scream, but immediately attempt to muffle it with my non-injured arm, in case the guy was around. I manage to grab the phone, and I see that it's Amy. My best friend. I'll give you a brief description of her. She has dirty blond hair and pale skin. Freckle find their way under her eyes and over her nose. She has vibrant blue eyes and is the same age as me.
"Amy?" I ask, making sure it wasn't the guy."Hey." She says in respond."What's up?" I ask, trying to finish this conversation, so I can stitch up this wound faster. "Well, I was wondering if you wanted to get lunch later. You've been so upset about your mom lately, so I thought that you might feel better if you had you're mind taken off it. You know, a little bit of fun." She asks, concernedly."You know what, this whole conversation made me feel better, Well, I guess I don't need lunch to cheer me up then. Bye!" I lie, in a rushed manor. I hang up the phone before she can respond. I inwardly sigh, scared to death about what will happen next.
A couple minutes after the phone call, I decide to clean up my wound. I grab a sewing needle, disinfectant, and a very special type of thread that is okay to use on skin. I'll spare you the gory details of what happened next. Let's just say, it was disgusting.
After the stitching, I grow drowsy, and unintentionally fall asleep.
"Tick, tock, goes the clock, now what shall we play?" Sings the gentle, yet disturbing voice of a dozen children. I find myself in a dark, cold, creepy, backstage of a circus. Completely black. Nothing to bee seen. I hear a sudden, high pitch scream, and then the immediate face of a scowling doll is 5 inches away from my face, only she can be seen. Large, brown threads sprout from her head, and her pink tutu is viciously shredded. Then, A flash of dark fills the room, only for a millisecond, and the doll, now violently glaring and smiling like the Joker, is millimeters away from my face.My heart pounds, racing faster than ever. I scream and push my elbows and feet to get me away from her(Because I was lying on my back.) The dimly lit spotlight that shown on the doll had disappeared, making he vanish from sight. "Tick, tock, goes the clock, and all the years they fly," Chant the children. Another scream. I look around and see Amy hula-hooping, but I only see the back of her. Her thin, dirty blond hair is held a pony tail, and she wears a grey tee-shirt and blue jeans. "Amy?" I ask, scared to see what happened to her. She slowly turns around, sending shivers up my spine, and i see a terrifying sight. Her face is covered in frowning clown makeup, not her whole face, just the eyes and lips. She frowns along with it, while continuously hula-hooping. Suddenly, a clown runs up to her with a knife in his hands, and grabs her shoulders, and the spotlight that once shown on her, has disappeared. I hear The most horrible, bone chilling, gruesome, scream I have ever heard. "Tick, tock, goes the clock, soon you and I must die." Sing the children. Then, I see my mom, reaching for me, trying to get to me but she can't. I try to run to her, I use all of the power that I have to get to her. But I can't. Then, the man that attacked me on the streets, creeps up behind my mother and grabs her shoulders, Holding the shard of glass that he attacked me with in his left hand, and pulls her away. My heart jumps out my chest, I have never been this scared in my life. "Mom!" I scream, as she's dragged away from me. Then, The lights go out, and I hear a scream.
"Tick, Tock...."
To be continued....
When I stretch my arm across the room to reach the phone, my wound gives my arm agonizing pain. I scream, but immediately attempt to muffle it with my non-injured arm, in case the guy was around. I manage to grab the phone, and I see that it's Amy. My best friend. I'll give you a brief description of her. She has dirty blond hair and pale skin. Freckle find their way under her eyes and over her nose. She has vibrant blue eyes and is the same age as me.
"Amy?" I ask, making sure it wasn't the guy."Hey." She says in respond."What's up?" I ask, trying to finish this conversation, so I can stitch up this wound faster. "Well, I was wondering if you wanted to get lunch later. You've been so upset about your mom lately, so I thought that you might feel better if you had you're mind taken off it. You know, a little bit of fun." She asks, concernedly."You know what, this whole conversation made me feel better, Well, I guess I don't need lunch to cheer me up then. Bye!" I lie, in a rushed manor. I hang up the phone before she can respond. I inwardly sigh, scared to death about what will happen next.
A couple minutes after the phone call, I decide to clean up my wound. I grab a sewing needle, disinfectant, and a very special type of thread that is okay to use on skin. I'll spare you the gory details of what happened next. Let's just say, it was disgusting.
After the stitching, I grow drowsy, and unintentionally fall asleep.
"Tick, tock, goes the clock, now what shall we play?" Sings the gentle, yet disturbing voice of a dozen children. I find myself in a dark, cold, creepy, backstage of a circus. Completely black. Nothing to bee seen. I hear a sudden, high pitch scream, and then the immediate face of a scowling doll is 5 inches away from my face, only she can be seen. Large, brown threads sprout from her head, and her pink tutu is viciously shredded. Then, A flash of dark fills the room, only for a millisecond, and the doll, now violently glaring and smiling like the Joker, is millimeters away from my face.My heart pounds, racing faster than ever. I scream and push my elbows and feet to get me away from her(Because I was lying on my back.) The dimly lit spotlight that shown on the doll had disappeared, making he vanish from sight. "Tick, tock, goes the clock, and all the years they fly," Chant the children. Another scream. I look around and see Amy hula-hooping, but I only see the back of her. Her thin, dirty blond hair is held a pony tail, and she wears a grey tee-shirt and blue jeans. "Amy?" I ask, scared to see what happened to her. She slowly turns around, sending shivers up my spine, and i see a terrifying sight. Her face is covered in frowning clown makeup, not her whole face, just the eyes and lips. She frowns along with it, while continuously hula-hooping. Suddenly, a clown runs up to her with a knife in his hands, and grabs her shoulders, and the spotlight that once shown on her, has disappeared. I hear The most horrible, bone chilling, gruesome, scream I have ever heard. "Tick, tock, goes the clock, soon you and I must die." Sing the children. Then, I see my mom, reaching for me, trying to get to me but she can't. I try to run to her, I use all of the power that I have to get to her. But I can't. Then, the man that attacked me on the streets, creeps up behind my mother and grabs her shoulders, Holding the shard of glass that he attacked me with in his left hand, and pulls her away. My heart jumps out my chest, I have never been this scared in my life. "Mom!" I scream, as she's dragged away from me. Then, The lights go out, and I hear a scream.
"Tick, Tock...."
To be continued....
Wednesday 22 April 2015
Tuesday 21 April 2015
I Will Find You. Part 2. By:Keira
At 3:29 am, my dad leaves to go home and get some sleep. He's the only one of us that works. We need to make some kind of income, right? After that, I make eggs for breakfast, but I lose myself in in my mind and end up burning them again. I don't really care how they taste at this point. After I eat, I slowly get get ready for the day. I take a shower, get dressed(With non-matching socks) and grab the flyers before I leave my apartment. I run around the city asking people if they have seen my mom, but nobody has.
Eventually, I find myself wandering down an alley, just so I can hang up the flyers. A frosty wind attacks my face, as my footsteps echo down the cold, dark, empty alleyway. Cracked windows and cobble stone are the only things in sight. All I can smell is the moist air and the faint scent of cat vomit. I slowly make my way down the dark, creepy alley. I get my stapler gun ready to hang up the flyers, when all of the sudden, the wind gets much stronger, and it blows several posters away. I try to secure the posters in my hand better, but the wind just gets stronger. All of the sudden, the wind starts swirling around me, making me sneeze, as dust and garbage flies up. The gust rips the paper out of my hands, and sends them flying in a circular motion. A blur of a person in a grey hoodie emerges from the wind. I look closely at him, not able to see his face due to the tilting of his head. That's when I see it. The most frightening thing I've ever seen(In person, of course). The men held a huge shard of glass in the hand that had been covered with a glove. But when I blinked, he had disappeared. I immediately spin around and see him on the other side of the circle .Then, the most impossible thing ever happened. I cannot emphasize how impossible this is. The hoodied man duplicates himself. Seriously. Right in front of my eyes. Oh. My. Gosh. I am flippin' out right now. This is not physically possible. All of the sudden, he duplicates himself in a 360 degree around me. They all slowly emerge towards me. I try to move, but they all surround me. I have nowhere to go. I'm as good as gone. "Stop looking for her!" He yells, in a dark, grumbling voice. Then, he lifts up the glass, and cuts a huge, gory, scar on my right arm. All of the sudden, everything goes black.
I wake up in my bed, covered in sweat,(as usual) and I feel a wave of relief wash over me. It was just a dream. Then, I lift up my right arm, just to check, and it's there. A bloody scar stretches across my arm. I look down
to the pillow that my arm gently rested on, and it has a streak of red down the side. I have never been more scared.
It. Was. Real.
To be continued...
Eventually, I find myself wandering down an alley, just so I can hang up the flyers. A frosty wind attacks my face, as my footsteps echo down the cold, dark, empty alleyway. Cracked windows and cobble stone are the only things in sight. All I can smell is the moist air and the faint scent of cat vomit. I slowly make my way down the dark, creepy alley. I get my stapler gun ready to hang up the flyers, when all of the sudden, the wind gets much stronger, and it blows several posters away. I try to secure the posters in my hand better, but the wind just gets stronger. All of the sudden, the wind starts swirling around me, making me sneeze, as dust and garbage flies up. The gust rips the paper out of my hands, and sends them flying in a circular motion. A blur of a person in a grey hoodie emerges from the wind. I look closely at him, not able to see his face due to the tilting of his head. That's when I see it. The most frightening thing I've ever seen(In person, of course). The men held a huge shard of glass in the hand that had been covered with a glove. But when I blinked, he had disappeared. I immediately spin around and see him on the other side of the circle .Then, the most impossible thing ever happened. I cannot emphasize how impossible this is. The hoodied man duplicates himself. Seriously. Right in front of my eyes. Oh. My. Gosh. I am flippin' out right now. This is not physically possible. All of the sudden, he duplicates himself in a 360 degree around me. They all slowly emerge towards me. I try to move, but they all surround me. I have nowhere to go. I'm as good as gone. "Stop looking for her!" He yells, in a dark, grumbling voice. Then, he lifts up the glass, and cuts a huge, gory, scar on my right arm. All of the sudden, everything goes black.
I wake up in my bed, covered in sweat,(as usual) and I feel a wave of relief wash over me. It was just a dream. Then, I lift up my right arm, just to check, and it's there. A bloody scar stretches across my arm. I look down
to the pillow that my arm gently rested on, and it has a streak of red down the side. I have never been more scared.
It. Was. Real.
To be continued...
Monday 20 April 2015
I Will Find You. Part One. By Keira
"M-M-M-M-Mom?"I stutter, gasping for air. She stares at me, in an unusual manor. "Mom, Say something, please." I beg, only getting a blank stare in response. Everything around me is a foggy, bright white. I can only see my mother, sitting beside my laying figure. "Mom!"I scream, in a desperate attempt to get her to speak to me. She just blinks at me, in a calm manor. Then, she bends down to give me a hug, and stands up. "Mom..." I say, in a quiet, but nervous, voice. She slowly stands up, as loose strands from the bun that her long, brown hair is held up in, whips through the sudden breeze. I immediately know what' happening. "Mom!!!" I scream, attempting to stand up, but an unknown force roughly shoves me to the ground. She stares at me, with calm, but slightly sorrow, eyes. "Mom!!" I shout, as she turns away. My panic levels rise to the top, and I almost break my lungs screaming for her. Suddenly, I'm covered heat to toe, in cold, soaking wet water. "Mommmm!" I scream, sputtering through waves of water, that only cover me. I fight with as much power as possible. trying to stand up, trying to breath. Trying not to die on the inside. I see her get one last glance at me through the water, before she disappears forever.
I wake up covered in sweat. Another bad dream. Just like every night. Every single night. I look to my alarm clock. 1:58 am. I silently sigh to myself. There's no point in going back to sleep. I've already completed my education, and I'm not supposed to go to work until I get better. I slowly drag me sock-covered feet over the hard-wood floor of my studio apartment. I pass by my table, which is covered piles on piles in missing people flyers. Every time I pass that table, I can't help but look down, because every time I look down, I see her for what could possibly be the last time. I slowly pick up a flyer. I stare at her features. Her caring, grey eyes. Her silky, brown hair. Her award-wining smile. Her creamy, pale skin. I miss her so much.
A quiet, but sudden, knock on the door awakens me from my trance. I slowly creep towards my door, and look through the tiny hole. I see my dad, the person that has been there for me the most since mom went missing. I unlock my door, and greet the familiar face. "Hey," I say, while obvious sadness fills my voice. He looks at me in a empathetic manor. "Another bad dream?" He asks, with a concerned stare. "Yeah." I say, solemnly. "Look, Matt, I know it's been hard, having your mom be missing for five months now, I miss her so much it kills me inside," He begins, trying to cheer me up, "But if she doesn't come back in about a year, we'll have to accept that she's probably gone." He says, trying to hide the fact that he's on the verge of tears, but miserably failing. "Is this you moving on?" I ask, scared to feel alone in this struggle. "What? No. You're a smart kid, Matt, You know that I look for her every single day of my life. Okay?" He asks me. I stare at him, trying to decide if I should devote the rest of my life, from being 22(That's how old I am now) and up, to finding my mom. I knew the answer as soon as he finished the question. "Yes" I say.
I just wish that he was there when the real struggle began. But that was still a while away.
Or was it?
To be continued...
I wake up covered in sweat. Another bad dream. Just like every night. Every single night. I look to my alarm clock. 1:58 am. I silently sigh to myself. There's no point in going back to sleep. I've already completed my education, and I'm not supposed to go to work until I get better. I slowly drag me sock-covered feet over the hard-wood floor of my studio apartment. I pass by my table, which is covered piles on piles in missing people flyers. Every time I pass that table, I can't help but look down, because every time I look down, I see her for what could possibly be the last time. I slowly pick up a flyer. I stare at her features. Her caring, grey eyes. Her silky, brown hair. Her award-wining smile. Her creamy, pale skin. I miss her so much.
A quiet, but sudden, knock on the door awakens me from my trance. I slowly creep towards my door, and look through the tiny hole. I see my dad, the person that has been there for me the most since mom went missing. I unlock my door, and greet the familiar face. "Hey," I say, while obvious sadness fills my voice. He looks at me in a empathetic manor. "Another bad dream?" He asks, with a concerned stare. "Yeah." I say, solemnly. "Look, Matt, I know it's been hard, having your mom be missing for five months now, I miss her so much it kills me inside," He begins, trying to cheer me up, "But if she doesn't come back in about a year, we'll have to accept that she's probably gone." He says, trying to hide the fact that he's on the verge of tears, but miserably failing. "Is this you moving on?" I ask, scared to feel alone in this struggle. "What? No. You're a smart kid, Matt, You know that I look for her every single day of my life. Okay?" He asks me. I stare at him, trying to decide if I should devote the rest of my life, from being 22(That's how old I am now) and up, to finding my mom. I knew the answer as soon as he finished the question. "Yes" I say.
I just wish that he was there when the real struggle began. But that was still a while away.
Or was it?
To be continued...
Wednesday 15 April 2015
Tuesday 14 April 2015
Monday 13 April 2015
Thursday 9 April 2015
Electric Ultramarine
Electric Ultramarine
You are the boldest of all blues,
With your strong, loud, bold colour and name that fits oh-so
well,
A young boy who was abandoned found joy in grief,
Batteries look up to you as an energy source and great power,
Dark slate blue wishes to
be you for once,
As her dark colour sits in the shadows,
Cold,
Lonely,
Scared,
But soon you will bring light to darkness,
The pain in your sorrow WILL be forgotten,
As you unwrap the gift of light in your heart,
Those who were once cold, dark blues, shall now have glee
Your sad story is still in the depths of your
colour,
Your father left as you were a child for another
colour,
As the time drifts away, no father, part time mother,
Your mother couldn’t see you suffer,
How royal blue she was,
Her heart couldn’t bear for your childhood to be
so,
So,
So,
So miserable, so blue,
Amazingly fun, surprisingly happy,
How do you do it?
With the pain you’ve suffered, and the abandoned
love,
You’ve managed to pick yourself up when you were
put down,
How?
The word races through every colours minds,
Was it red that was by through the toughest times?
Was it orange who gave
sunlight to your day?
How,
How,
How?
No one will ever know,
Your story, your life, has been a complete mess,
Other colours see cheerfulness and fun, if only
they knew,
If only they knew…
A rain drop in the rain,
That’s who you used to be,
Now, you’re a beat in the music,
The one who keeps every blue together,
You may not be as happy and bright as Mr. Yellow,
You are not in the rainbow,
YOU are perfect, Electric Ultramarine,
Just perfect.
sky blue
Sky
blue
He
is nice to green
and
purple
because
they are cool.
He
likes sports and he’s happy.
and
sky blue looks good because
he
is the colour of the sky.
sky
blue is not mean to purple and green
Sky
blue likes the sky and
sky blue smells fresh and
new like spring flowers
sunsets
Sunsets
Sunsets
with the great orange…
Sunsets
that bring the beautiful orange are always a gift to the eye and always nice
and bright, you have to be alright to think it’s not bright! And my color is
such a nice sunset color and it’s like watching the glare come off the lake in
the morning… Night rises my color is no longer needed, YES! My long day is
over, until tomorrow…
Sunset
1, sunset 2, sunset 3, and sunset 4, every day the sunset does the same thing
and each time it does my color is always there brighting and ending everyone’s
and sometimes he makes it even more night! And suddenly its night! So it
doesn’t need to be bright, NO! I don’t want it to be night, I want it to be
light so I can fill everyone’s face with delight. And every time you look at my
color you can just imagine the smell of pumpkin pie cooling on a window ledge.
Also my color feels like a bright orange soft towel just getting out of the dryer,
and still nice and warm
sierra
Wednesday 8 April 2015
Gold!
Gold is
Really
Really
Really
Rich.
Her best friend platinum is really
Really
Really
Nice.
Gold’s personality is that she is really
Mean, rich, angry, jealous, and quiet.
Gold is angry as a lion, rich as a little mouse,
mean as an old lady, stubborn as a three year old, quiet as a mouse, and
worries about her self.
Gold has a smell and she smells like garbage “smelly”,
and that’s why some people don’t like her. Money isn’t everything. B
U
T she also tastes like vegetables
“yuck”, Gold feels like she should stop being mean, jealous, angry, stubborn,
stealing, and selfish.
GoldHas some experience a couple of years ago she
won the lottery and she won 100,000 dollars and that’s how she became rich.
Gold is good at a lot of things like singing and
dancing but some people don’t like her.
And some people say that gold is mean, stubborn,
selfish, jealous, angry, quiet, steals, has a lot of money, and worries about
her self.
And sometimes G
O
L
D wishes that she was a different color.
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