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Knock off - You Don’t Wanna Know
How They Got into Doing Stunts
Tucker and I were heading into our new class. We had caused a tiny problem in our last one, where we might have blown up the ant farm. Anyways, we were ready for this new class.
“Alright class, we have new students here today, Dylan Strauss and Tucker ___. Please make them feel welcome.” Our new teacher Mr. Weir said, gesturing to the two of us who were sitting in hte back. Everyone turned around to look at us as if we were the ice cream tryuck. Tucker and I waved to all of them, and they turned back around. The teacher then went on, talking about volcanoes.
I loved this lesson. Volcanoes are awesome! They explode and blow things up!
Then, Mr. Weir started explaining that we were going to be assigned a project to create our own model volcano! He walked around the classroom with a hat, and in it there were pieces of paper. We were supposed to grab one, and then who ever had the matching one was our partner.
I pulled my paper out of the hat, and got Mt. Vesuvius. Sweet! The one that caused a huge explosion in Pompeii! I turned to Tucker to ask what he got, and he got Vesuvius too! This is going to be a sweet project
After the entire class found their partners, Mr. Weir let us talk about how we were going to present our volcanoes. He said that we could do any type of project for presenting. Tucker and I already knew what we were doing though. All we needed to know was how big Mt. Vesuvius’s blast ranged.
That weekend was a crazy one. We had gone shopping with our moms and gotten everything we needed to make our model Vesuvius. We worked late into the night on Saturday so that we could experiment all of Sunday to make sure everything was perfect.
Our Vesuvius was about a foot tall, and had a hole on the bottom of it for the bottle of baking soda. We made the hold on the bottom so that we could keep on reusing the model after each test. When we finally found our perfect scenario, we were ready for presentations on MOnday.
Finally, the presentations came around on that Monday afternoon, and Tucker and I couldn’t keep still. Mr. Weir called on us first, seeing our excitement.
We carefully picked up our Mt. Vesuvius from the back of the room and brought it up to Mr. Weir’s desk. We explained the volcano; where it was, what was it famous for, and then pulled out our vinegar. We climbed one of the stools Mr. Weir kept in the classroom, and started pouring.
When we were done, we quickly ducked under the desk, learning from our mistake we made yesterday. THe volcano started fizzing, and made a rumble, And then went KABWOOSH!!!!
Pink and red foam flew everywhere! It got all over the room. It splattered on the walls, on the floors, on the desks, the shelves, the books, and of course, the other students. Tucker and I were the only ones unscathed. The entire front row and Mr. Weir were covered in foam.
We concluded our presentation and returned to our seats, oblivious to the fierce glares we got from the other students.
After school, Mr. Weir called for us to stay back. Tucker and I were sure it was to tell us what a great job we had done. Instead though, he just handed us both a roll of paper towels.
We weren’t deterred though. We had been the ones to make the mess after all. We happily wiped down the desks and what we could reach of the walls.
When we were done, we went over to Mr. Weir, who was on a stool, cleaning the higher parts of the wall. When he noticed us, he stopped and stepped down off the stool, and sat down on it so that he was level with us.
“Boys, what you two did was very irresponsible-” he started to say, when I cut him off. “How was it irresponsible? You said we could do whatever we wanted for our project.”
Mr. Weir looked at me at wide eyes. I had basically thrown what he said right back at him. He was quiet for a few seconds, and then started laughing.
Tucker and I looked at each other, worried. Usually when a teacher starts laughing at a time like this, we’re in deep trouble. Mr. Weir just kept laughing though. Finally, he stopped, and wiped the tears from his eyes.
“You two are too much.” Was all he said. He then took the rolls of paper towels from us and told us we were done cleaning. He called our moms and told them that we were done, asked them to come pick us up.
The next week, Mr. Weir had finished grading our projects and showed us all the grades. Tucker and I were nervous. What if he failed us for making a mess of the classroom?
We slowly approached the grade sheet, and were astounded by what we saw. Not only did we get the best grade in the class, we got extra credit!!!!
Tucker and I were ecstatic, and were cheering and whooping for our own good fortune.
This is when we decided that Mr. Weir would always be our favorite teacher.
My name is Rich Smith, and I am a poor young potato farmer. My family and I work together to make these potatoes delicious and wonderful for everyone to enjoy. I’ve been harvesting potatoes since I was a wee little boy, and to this day I still do. I’ve become accustomed to this life, planting seeds and harvesting these crops, and it makes me feel proud every time we ship them off to some merchant who’s never actually going to give us a cut of the revenue. I love my potato farming, and I love to see the smiles on everyone’s faces Each potato is given the same amount of water, fertilizer, soil, and our love to make sure that each of them are wonderful to the taste.
All my life, I’ve farmed potatoes, from striking the hoe into the ground and make an area suited for a potato seed, to hacking away all of the grass to a reasonable size and the vicious weeds, thirsty for more. I’ve hand picked each of these potatoes straight from the ground, and helped to wash them up and clean them up. I cut off the roots growing out of the potato, even if it’s extremely disturbing. I’ve sacked these luscious ovals of brown, making sure each person who buys a Smith’s brand of potatoes will be coming back for another sack. I help my mother boil the potatoes, and then creating some of the best mashed potatoes the world has ever seen. My potatoes are wonderful, but will I be able to switch my lifestyle from poor potato farmer to rich business man? Do I, in the current state of the government, have the power to even become rich? I may not know too much because I’m not able to go to school, but my parents have told me what the government is still doing to oppress us, whatever that word means.
My young, ambitious parents grew up as slaves, or at least that’s what they tell me. Everyday they said they were beaten on a daily basis, and were forced to work day and night, harvesting cotton without rest. They showed me the cruel scars they’ve received, how gruesome each and every single one of them were! Not only this, but they had enough scars on their back to look like they just escaped a war! Nowadays, we have our own land, but many of my friends they sharecrop for some greedy money pig named Mr.Loathe. I’ve heard horror stories about Mr.Loathe and his cruel actions I guess I could see that, considering his name and all, but my parents always tell me don’t stereotype because of their names.
My family named me Rich, because they thought that I could be the first person in our family to live a successful life, becoming a person showered in wealth, and have enough to help support my family. They want me to show my younger siblings how hard work and determination can lead you to a great life, and that potatoes won’t be able to help. I know it’s my job to lead our family to a better life, but something tells me I can’t because of things to come in the future. I mean all I do is farm potatoes for a living, even as little as it is, I still at least earn something.They give us this lecture daily, and I know it must be done, but will I be able to do it?
Sometimes I fantasize on what rich people do with all of their money. Maybe they drive fancy cars, and drive all around showing just how much money they own compared to everyone else. Those greedy sharecrop owners must also make a ton of money, sneaking those crops into high paying stores so they can earn even more money than they actually deserve?, all because they cheat people for the pursuit of cash, cash, and cash. Do rich people even care about the others in society? Would I become a person who tells people to get out of my way, and forcefully knock down the poor, lowly peasants who stand in my way. I mean, maybe this could all happen, as I think to myself while my parents give the most intense lecture of their lives, but hey what would I know? I am, but a poor potato farmer aren’t I?
“Under the sea,” my father said, “that’s where you belong. You are but a princess with responsibilities greater than ones of your own. This is your life.”
As an only child growing up in the kingdom Oceania, my life was nothing but a constant routine of classes prepared for the better of myself as its next queen. Ever since I was a kid, the ideal life of a mermaid princess - especially one who is next in line - consisted of lessons after lessons. In the morning, after breakfast etiquette, I attended my daily violin lessons. Followed soon after, my day consisted of one hour periods of Latin, How-to-be-Queen lessons, and alternating classes of math and science each. As a result, I have missed out on many things in life, including making friends and having fun. I’ve dreamt of a life on land, where dreams become the reality; away from bowing mermen and relentlessly-overprotective bodyguards. It’s time for me to find myself because I know in my heart I am not a ruler and have never been.
My name is Princess Seraphina, daughter of King Titanus and Queen Eleanor. However, rather than being the glorious threesome, it was just me, myself, and I. My parents never had the time to raise me. In fact, I consider the head maid, Josie, to be my second mother. She showered me with love when I was sad or lonely and made her daughter, who was my age, named Isabelle play with me when I wasn’t busy. Through all my tough times, from self doubt to boy troubles, I’ve always found Josie and Isabelle to be my savior. They became the family I never had.
These thoughts of leaving all I knew behind started when Isabelle and I escaped the palace with nothing but cheap black coats and a few dollars over our head for a few hours. It was that day, a little more than two years ago, did I begin to realize how boring my life was on a daily basis. My science tutor called ill for the day and could not come to the palace to educate me. There was no substitute as it was a rarity for mers to get sick with such little access to human diseases, so I was given a day off. Isabelle had just gotten into trouble a few days back for visiting the outside world without permission. After being scolded by her parents, it was odd to see how happy she was. For the first time, she saw how carefree the mundanes looked lounging in the sun happily - an experience I wanted, so I asked her to take me once she went again. It was a life the both of us wanted. Why would I voluntarily stay behind the castle gates when there was a whole other world out there - and I’m not talking about the my kingdom? In my world under the sea, all that is left for me is nothing more that family and duty.
Out there, on land, I watched behind a large rock the bustling lifestyle of humans. They walked on two dainty legs and were able to live much like us. They were happy I saw. Many kids and adults alike lined up the sea shore and played in the water. There were odd machines that sprayed water and bungalows where people relaxed. I looked to the left and saw nothing but smiles and heard nothing but laughter. Not too far away, there were cars and bikes going to and fro. Shops lined the boulevard and people were carrying multiple bags in hand. It didn’t take long to realize that this was the life I wanted.
“Little wounds heal in the matter of days, but scars live forever.” Joe heard this from his dream as he has just been back stabbed. That was how it was back in the wild west, everything you do, is for yourself. Joe woke up with agonizing pain in his chest with a hole which looks like a bullet wound that killed him. Then it all came back to him. He had signed a deal with a government agent Dan and was suppose to be a bounty hunter to kill his former partner. Soon after killing his partner, Dan betrayed him. He should’ve seen it coming, Dan was a corrupted government official who runs a gang behind the scenes and his able to do anything to keep his position.
He slowly got up, seeing all the wounds in his body made him doubt that he is actually alive. He then thought of Dan and what he was gonna do. Then he realized, he is going after his family. During the deal Dan had promised permanent safety for Joe’s family, and now Dan knows exactly where they are. He knew that Dan would have to kill all of his family in order to shut them up and report him the government. Joe quickly ran and scaled. over the canyon and decided to rest for the rest of the day in a nearby town. He asked the locals about the whereabouts of Dan, they all said that he past by about no more than 1 day ago. He walked around looking for a way of transportation, then saw a group of Dan’s troops. He quickly sprinted into the alley way where he decided to lay low for the rest of the night.
In the morning, Joe woke up early in the morning and slowly crept to the stables. He untied one of the horses and rode off back to his home. Days have passed, and Joe finally saw the trail that leads to his home. His horse galloped through the trail, slowly he stopped hearing screams and gunshots from his house. He rode to front door, seeing many of Dan’s troops dead. He walked in, with a blood of trail leading into his son’s room. There he saw more dead troops. Including his family, he collapsed to his knees, holding his son in his arms. There, many flashbacks of his time with his family, when it comes to feasts, fishing, hunting, overwhelmed Joe, and he roared loudest as he can. Looking for revenge, he buried his family and burned his house down. He might’ve recovered all the fatal injury in the canyon, but this is a scar, he will always have in his heart.
Collecting all the weapons from the dead bodies, he started out from town to town attempting to learn the whereabouts of Dan. After months of searching the only he had was that Dan was going to be traveling to Washington D.C. to attend a meeting. Starting from California, since he is now presumed dead, he is able to use the train like any other. Reaching Washington D.C. he continued in search for Dan. After finding him fishing by himself, he simply walked and shot. He later left back to California and left a note on Dan’s body about all the crimes he's committed.
Just in case you might have thought so, this won’t be the last post of my blog. You’re all panicking because of the recent announcement by my research lab, Extraterrestrial Organisms Research (ETOR), yes? Don’t worry, I did too when I first heard that the world was going to end, but it really depends on your definition of the end of the world. For me, as a person, the world isn’t going to end anytime soon.
Earth is simply going to be swallowed by the famous planet-eater, Calamity. According to our research, Calamities live off of the energy emitted by life-forms, so they don’t digest things like normal organisms. We are simply forcefully relocated to a new community in a Calamity’s belly. So like I said, this won’t be my last post and the world is not going to end.
Plus, it’s not going to be forever. When a Calamity gives birth, it scatters into micro particles that naturally exist in space, which we do not know how to identify. That is why the upcoming event will be revolutionary in the world of science and possible technology.
Now for the usual content, today’s question is if world was really going to end (as in not the Earth exploding but the destruction of everything on the surface) and you can only keep one thing, what would you choose?
Personally, the answer is very obvious.
It’s not food because it is much more efficient to create “new-world” food rather than trying to bring as much “old-world” food as you can, which would cause yourself a lot of unnecessary trouble. I’m sure you’ve seen at least one movie or TV show about a zombie apocalypse or people surviving the end of the world. People become so desperate for food and supplies that they kill their own fellow humans. You can avoid that. And in case you did not realize, it is not water either.
As a near-blind old man who is about reach his 90s, I would choose glasses. Without my glasses, the world would seem like a blob of colors. It reminds me of the time I tried to build a model of a city using my slime failures. It was really amusing. Anyways, without my glasses I am as innocent and vulnerable as a piglet who doesn’t know that it will grow up to be killed for its own flesh.
After Macy left on her plane to Scotland and Harry went back to New York, they never thought that they would never see each other again. Macy was a lost heir from the Scotland empire and her parents went into hiding making sure that she wasn’t hurt.
Harry’s family was on the enemy side and wanted to take over the Scotland empire. Harry knew that Macy would get hurt and he never wanted that to happen to her. So, he helped Macy get to her parents and tried to go back to his normal life.
Harry’s family were the people that wanted Macy’s family gone for good. They didn’t like how Scotland was being ruled by Macy’s parents and wanted to rule Scotland by themselves by tyranny. Harry disbelieved that way and after he helped Macy and her parents escape, he knew that he was going to be punished back home.
“Just give me one more chance to show you that I could actually capture her. Please give me one more chance.“ said Harry, lying
“I’m only giving you another chance because you are the only son in the family and you need to redeem yourself.” replied his dad sternly
“Take the next flight to Scotland and don’t mess it up again, because we are not going to give you another chance. “ said his mom
Harry took the next flight to Scotland, thinking about how he was going to fool his parents to believe, and make sure that his parents would never know.
Through the whole plane ride, Macy had her thoughts all rumbled around in her head, she kept on thinking about Harry, how he helped her even though they barely knew each other. The only time they talked was when she bumped into Harry during English class. Macy smiled while thinking back at that moment.
“We need to go back to New York, it’s more safe than Scotland, Mom, Dad, please, We need to go back.” cried Macy
“No, Scotland needs their rulers right now, you have no say in what we should and what we can’t do.” replied her dad strictly
The rest of the plane ride was awkwardly silent, Macy’s mom and dad made some conversation while Macy stared into the clouds. Macy thought on how it was a right choice to be with her family or whether it was a risk that was supposed to be taken. Her family finally arrived to Scotland and their palace. Macy looked around in awe thinking how magnificent the carving of the walls are and how intricate all the designs are. Her parents were behind her, hand in hand, excited that they finally found their daughter. The guards came in, ruining the whole scenic moment and whispered something into the king’s ear. Macy’s dad looked in shock and nervous.
“Guards, guard Macy, we should never lose her again and take my wife, let them stay in the towers, behind the hidden wall and HURRY.” yelled the king.
Macy saw a nervousness in her dad’s eyes and knew that the only thing to help him was to stay in hiding and to be absolutely quiet. Macy wanted to help since she is going to be their new ruler soon, but not seeing your parents for 10 years. She didn’t really know what to do.
Immortal Half-Bloods: The Staff of Mount Oryths
Based off of the short story: The Mystery behind the Temple Ruins
It was Gardening Class, first period of the day on the last time we’ll be at Magic Academy before we let out for summer. Everybody was fooling around in class as there was nothing else left to do but socialize. Calypso, the daughter of Atlas, and a beautiful nymph, ran the class. As young as she looked and was, she was able to control the class and teach it powerfully, but kindly.
“I find it fascinating how you can just build stuff off of anything,” Samantha, daughter of Aphrodite, spoke loudly to Gizmo. These two had been a item for a long, long time. Everybody in the camp “shipped” the two for almost the entire school year and finally they got together.
“You know, Sam, all materials can be made out of anything. And anything can be made into something,” Gizmo answered, flashing a grin at her.
The two were building a new invention that would help Samantha reach her “full potential”. All the other kids had already knew what they’re special power was, including Samantha’s three quadruplet sisters and youngest sister. For example, Gizmo was skilled in building, Tessa could raise the moon, Emilia could sense quick motion behind and backfire at it, and Shyanne could practically read anybody’s mind. But what about her? Why couldn’t she do anything special?
Just as she was thinking about what her special power would be, a loud noise rang out. Everybody looked from their rooms and a little goblin holding a note was yelling, “Help! Help! The Staff of Mount Oryths has disappeared!”
“What happened?” Shyanne, daughter of Athena, called out.
“The staff has been stolen!” the goblin cried. “It disappeared this morning!”
He shoved a paper into Shyanne’s hand and then scurried off.
“What’s that?” Samantha ran over to Shyanne and snatched the paper. She unfolded it and screamed.
“What is it? Why are you screaming?” Shyanne snapped.
“The Staff of Mount Oryths is located in Troy! This is terrible!” Samantha huffed.
“Troy is too far,” Gizmo stated. "The Staff must've taken a long ride for it to be there."
There was an ancient god, he has the strongest power over the other gods. His outlooking is like a giant octopus. But when he appears, the sky will full of thunder and lightning. Everyone will obey him. His name is C’thun. The first ancient god of warcraft. He was ruling the world for over thousands of years. But now he’s sunking in sleep. Why’s he sleeping now? Since C’thun has the strongest power and he’s ruling this world, but the power that he has was all coming frok the bad things that he did. He let his men did bad things to others. If one man has complete a thing, C’thun can absorb the strong but evil elements from those bad things. The long undone, the more strong he becomes, and more evil he becomes. His people can’t stand anymore. They want to seal C’thun. They began to plan. After a long conversation, they chosed nine heroes that have special power to seal C’thun. Those heroes, some of them can control lots of ferocious beasts, some of them can heal others and make them be stronger, some of them can make lots of magic and deals huge damages. Nine heroes went to fight C’thun for 3 days, day and night. At last, they finally defeated C’thun. But because C’thun has too much power, and the nine heroes used all of their strength to fight him. They only can let C’thun get into sleep for one million years. If someone wake up C’thun after one million years, he will wake up again and be much stronger than before. Nine heroes put C’thun at a secret place. No one can find him only if he can do secret incantations.
Concerts. Hasn’t everyone been to at least one concert. When you first find out that an artist is going on tour and they are making a stop in a town near you. It feels like a rush, waiting to get tickets online trying your best to make sure you get good seats. That one moment of stress when you have to wait in line in order for the tickets to process, its just a amazing feeling. Once your done waiting you finally get the tickets and you can't help yourself so you scream in happiness. Trying to find the best word to describe how happy you are but, it all just comes out as gibberish. You immediately reach for your phone and call and text everyone you know saying you got the best concert seats.
The worst part about concerts is waiting till the day actually comes. From past experiences I waited a good 4 months to see a group of artist perform and when the day finally came I couldn't contain myself. Once I saw Chris brown come on stage I just started to scream. I felt sorry for the people in front of me. The best thing to do is arrive early because you can see if you want any merchandise. Also you can find your seat instead of rushing to find them while someone is getting ready to perform. Another thing about your seats. It's not always nice to have floor seats. There was this one time where I had these all people in front of me and they were very tall. I’m only 5.4 so I tried my best to find the perfect spot to videotape. From my view front row people get pushed and shoved just to ther hand touch by a person and they just seemed squished half of the time. Finally the stage lights come on and everyone is screaming. You look closely and see the artist.
The background music starts playing and the artist begins to sing. You take a moment to figure out which song it is. While trying to figure out the song, you’re trying to grab you phone out of your pocket. Finally you turn on your phone and start to videotape this special moment in your life trying not to move your hand so much so you are able to capture special details on the stage. You can tell who is having a great time because there either screaming their hearts out or there trying to get the artist to notice them. Then there those parents and other people who are forced to go because the person who bought the ticket doesn't know how to drive yet. So they just sit there on there phones playing games or reading articles. When I went to a concert my mom and sister were forced to go because my mom didn't want her to be alone. I was having so much fun and look over and see my mom and sister playing a word search game on the phone. Luckily I was with my cousin who liked the band too and we were screaming at the top of our lungs.
The artist plays there last song and everyone is having a great time, singing along and dancing. People trying to leave early to beat the big crowd so they miss half of the song even though that might have been there favorite song of the night. Then you have your parent or friend dragging you out of the place. I remember I was at a concert with my mom and it was my favorite song plus the last song and my mom grabbed me by the wrist and dragged me up the stairs telling me that we had to go. While dragging me in the rain I was trying to get every last lyric video taped. The song is finally over and there are people coming out left and right trying to dodge them but it’s no use. Once everyone is outside people go there own ways and head to there car they are either waiting for an Uber or there ride to show up. It's the end of the night and it seemed everyone had a fun night.
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