Back from the war, AND I'M NOT DEAD!!!!

Chapter 1 out of 3 - Back in the Building

I lay on the cot I lay on 50 days ago. I'm in the small building. I've gotten shot in my right leg, my left arm, and my right arm. The buff man got shot. His name was Taylor. Heh, that's sorta funny. He's dead and the other 16 year old that flipped me over 51 days ago is still alive. He got shot in both of his shoulders and in his knee. When I was on the battle field, I saw two people die behind me and one got his head knocked off with a cannon ball, other cannon ball-related things are things I don't wanna mention... one of my friends got a gash in his neck. Another one got gashed in the arm. Tomorrow I will go home and start drawing and reading again, just as normally as I did before. The person who fought the best and the most would win the brass knuckles that were locked up. Everyone else would go home with a cupcake and 3 quarters. I was so tired after coming back. I drifted to sleep.

Chapter 2 out of 3 - The Trip Back Home

So before I didn't tell you how I got from Boston to Concord. Now I actually will tell you backwards, me getting from Concord to Boston. I took Highway 2, turned on Interstate 95, then Interstate 90, then 93. After that, I turned on Congress St. Finally, I got up to the driveway and was home.

 CHAPTER 3 out of 3 - I'm BAAAAACCCCKKK!!!!

So I walk up to the door and open it. My mom is standing right in front of me... way too close. I duck. She jumps. She falls. I win, haha! I run inside into the kitchen and find a warm, moist, and blueberry filled pan of blueberry muffins. One thing good about her... I'm glad I'm back from the war... 

OK, Mom... Im Off to the War! Probably Gonna Get Shot and Killed, but Bye!

DAY #1

"Bye, I'm off to the war!" I said, but I couldn't get away that easily. My mom came rushing torwards me. "Oh, I'll miss you SO much!" she says while enclosing me in a hug labeled "Death Trap." Luckily, I manage to sqeeze back to safety. I think that is worse than being shot, I thought, hoping I didn't say that out loud. If I did... x_x... so I try walking out again... this time I duck and my mother flies over me. Good reflexes come in handy. Mother is on the ground, trying to get up. The first word out of her is... "Do you want a snack to take with you?" Same old mother. "I'll be fine... is it blueberry muffins?" I ask. "What do you think?" she says. I rush into the house, soon leaving with a bag of soft, moist blueberry muffins, but I'm running this time, to be sure I don't get hugged to death. I walked all the way from Boston, Massachusetts to Concord and soon saw General George Washington. He greeted me and took me into a small building.  Alot of soldiers were in here. There were guns, daggers, and brass knuckles that were locked up. Someone came up to me and said, "Take a gun and a dagger, we're heading out in half and hour." The guns were right beside the restroom, so I rush to the door, but then, "Where are you going, you neefd to get ready!" said an extremely buff man. "I NEEDA GO POTTY!!" I say not caring what I just did, which was go under him... ticking him off completely. I run to a stall. 5 minutes later... I walk out of the bathroom... the man is still there, holding a gun... I feel like i want to suicide... I don't wanna die with his ugly face in my head! "Take it!!! WE LEAVE IN 25 MINUTES!!!" he says, holding it out. I take it and say "Where are we going?" "To the FRICKIN' GUN RANGE!!!" He says, ticked off by my disknowledge. I am 5' 09'' and 17 years old, everyone else that is my age is atleast 6' 00''and the extremely buff man is 6' 11''.  23 minutes later... I walk at the back of the line, because I'm the shortest in the line. The line next to me has a person 5 ft. High. That makes me feel better. I arrive at the gun range and and take a spot. There are 25 places to shoot. I take the one at the end. Everyone gets ready to fire. "OPEN FIRE!!!" says the buff dude. Everyone's guns shot... but mine didn't. I checked the gun for problems... it was on safe. I take it off safe and fire. I get the last circle on the target. I  reloaded the gun. Gunpowder, bullet, stick, and ready. "OPEN FIRE... SIEZE FIRE!!!" said the buff guy. Someone's gun was on safe. Why'd he do that? I thought. "OK, OPEN FIRE!" he said. We all shot. This time I hit the one next to the bull's eye. Lucky for the bull... so I reload again. Gunpowder, bullet, stick, and ready. 1 hour later... "That was a good training!" Said a guy beside me. His name? Don't know, don't care. I go back in the little building. Everyone dashes to a door, and open it. There are 50 cots, one for everyone. I take on, set it up, and fall face-flat onto it. I think about how all this happened, how Boston got irritated by the laws set by Britain. The Intolerable Acts, the Stamp Act, the Boston Tea Party, the Boston Massacre, and  the Townshend Act. I don't know why I got drafted... I'm not even an adult yet, and I get pulled from my house, family, and DELICIOUS blueberry muffins. HOW DARE THEY!!! I have to risk being shot and killed in two days. Well, I'm to tired to do this... and I fell asleep in two seconds. 

DAY #2

"GET YOUR BUTT UP!! IT'S MORNING!!!" Says the buff guy. I wake up drooling and say, "What are we doing today?" "DAGGER PRACTICE!!! YOU'RE TEN SECONDS LATE!!! HURRY UP!!!" he says. I zoom out of the bed and get a dagger. I rush all the way to the feild where we shot our guns. this time there were wooden dummies. "KILL THE DUMMY OR YOU'RE CONSIDERED ONE!! STAB IT IN THE HEART, IF YOU HAVE RED GLOP ON YOUR DAGGER, YOU KILLED IT, AND WE WILL GIVE YOU ANOTHER DUMMY!" cried the buff man. Why does he have to be so loud? I thought, my ears still ringing. "READY, GO!!!" he yells. We all run up to our corresponding dummy and stab it. I jumped onto the dummy and start stabbing it like crazy. "DIIIIEEEE!!!!" I cry, finally stabbing it in the heart. I accidentally splatter red glop on my face. Everyone else was done before me. "Atleast I'm not a dummy," I manage to spit out kiddishly. "GO BACK TO THE HQ!!" said the buff dude, face as red as the glop on my face, which was dark red. I sprinted back to the small building. I surprisingly fell asleep quickly.

Day #3

This time I woke up early, and ran to the feild, before everyone else. I waited 30 minutes and the other people came. "THIS TIME WE WILL BE DOING HAND-TO-HAND COMBAT!!! PUT ON SPARRING GEAR AND GET WITH IT! YOU WILL BE SPARRING WITH THE PERSON BEHIND YOU!!!" I looked behind me. The five foot sixteen year old was aligned with me. I put on my sparring gear and waited for the other guy. When he was done, we found an open space to spar. "GO!!!" yelled the buff man. We ran torwards eachother. He grabbed hold my leg and flipped me over. That happened 5 times, then I started to flip him. At the end of the day, we were done, we went back to the building and got a cot. I fell asleep thinking how well I will be hiding once I earn that camo.

Dream Makers vs. Dream Breakers!

Dream Makers are people who encourage others to reach their goals. Dream Breakers are people who crush others' dreams. To say honestly what I am HONESTLY... Neutral. Why, you ask? I don't do anything most of the time. I just hang out with neutrals and makers. Breakers, I still stay away from. I hang with makers... because I need them. Neutrals are good, but they have the ability to become a maker like me... I just don't use it much. I am being certainly honest. An example of a dream breaker I met was This guy last year. He would throw rocks at me at recess saying I can't do anything as good as him. Of course, I threw rocks at him to but that didn't hurt as bad as his throws. A good dream MAKER is this awesome dude. He helps me a lot and never stops. I can become a maker by helping people like him.

What I like (non-assignment)

Ok, just to let everyone see what I like:
Mega Man (especially Lan)
Pokemon (Especially Sabrina)
Yu-Gi-Oh (a little)
Kingdom Hearts
Naruto (a little)
Astro Boy (I read the Japanese comics.)
Drawing (Anime and Manga)

If I Were Built Like Astro Boy

In an underground cave with tricked-out tech and advanced technology there was a scientist. He was known well except for his hiding place. He was known for making devastating robots... that blew up every 5 minutes. He was working on his greatest creation yet, an 11-year-old (physically) robot. I would not blow up. It would not be crushed by gravity. It would be untouchable, so he said. The robotic model was done. He had collected a DNA sample of his deceased son, and loaded it into the covering processor and loaded the laser scan. It zapped and zipped until the model looked like his son, which he had miraculously revived. "Finally!" yelled the scientist. "I have finally made my son into existence!" "Without my wife!" -_- He was built with microchips mostly. One for every ability. Only one ability had three to power it. The ability of telekinesis. His powers were:
Extra Strength
Magnetic Pull (parts)
Jet Pack
High Jump
Sticky Rope out of hands
Telekinesis
Size Manipulation
Telepathy
Self Destruct
Energy Blasts from chest
"Now live!" He took a remote and pressed the one and only button on it. The robot started to breathe. He coughed a little and sat up. "*cough* Dad?" The scientist had a slight grin on his face and it grew bigger as he walked forward to his "artificial" son. "CODY!!!!"
"Dad?!"
"CODY!"
The two-worded conversation lasted 3 minutes. Then a third and fourth word came to be. "You're alive!" yelled the dad. The last robot had blown up and killed Cody after the dad said that it was "unblowupable". Of course the scientist was known for making DEVASTATING robots for evil. Cody didn't like this but was forced to go along. "Cody, you were killed by the last--"
"I know, so why am I still here?"
"Son... I-I uh uh" stammered the dad. "You're... a robot."
"A ROBOT?! WHY?!"
"It was the only way you could live!"
"Dad, I'm not living! I'm processing! I'm a machine!"
"CALM DOWN! THIS TIME WE CAN RULE THE WORLD WITH YOU!"
"I'LL BLOW UP IN 5 MINUTES!!!!"
"Cody, I assure you are unblowupable."
"THAT'S WHAT YOU SAID WITH THE LAST ONE!! I DON'T WANT TO HELP YOU BE EVIL!! I WANT TO HELP PEOPLE!! Now that you made me a robot, I CAN!"
The father pulled out a gun.
"NO! I'LL START OVER! YOU WILL HAVE EVIL PUT INTO YOU! YOU WILL HELP ME!!"
"Dad, you're CRAZY!!"
Cody's hands started to glow, as well as his eyes. The gun started to glow. It moved to him.
"The odds are in my favor, now," said Cody. He crushed the gun. His back shifted metallically He then shot off with a jet pack.
"CODY, COME BACK! WE CAN MAKE THIS UP!!!"
"Yeah, right!" shouted Cody.
He landed on the top of a building. Unfortunately, not quietly. The noise woke up very stressed-in-life people. They shot out the door and started running at him. he didn't know what to do.

Tearing Off My Labels Song

I absolutely S_U_C_K at lyrics. I WILL NOT make them. This could be a song without lyrics so I will not do it because if i do I'll be finished when I'm 50 years old.
... My song won't upload but it stays at 42%... What the heck?! Still there. Mr. Smith needs to do it on his macbook pro 'cause this won't upload. Mr. Smith I saved the song as a draft so you can upload it. In the meantime listen to this. The original one:

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Mah AWESOME Monday!

I woke up at my grandma's house. It was about 7:00... who cares. I went back to sleep, ignoring the sound of clanking pots and pans in the kitchen. I woke up again. This time, aat 8:03. I got up and body slammed the couch... not a sound. Then, I turned on the TV. Nothing was on. I went to the past version of Cartoon Network. I think the channel was called TOONW. It said Transformers Animated was on... and it wasn't. It was Gormiti. That little commercial that has those elemental creatures that live on the sacred Island of Gorm (Gorm, oh come on! Shorten the name and call it their place to crash!) Now it's a show. Nothing was right on the menu. Fairly Odd Parents was Jimmy Nuetron. So? Watch the last 5 minutes of Gormiti. See if CSI turns into Barney. Oh goody. After that, turns out that Bakugan was Chaotic and something else was Pokemon but somehow CSI didn't turn into Barney like I predicted... I wonder what I did wrong... maybe I guessed randomly... Next, I FINALLY ate the big huge breakfast! Those 2 medium sized pancakes made me gain... 0.1 pounds! I'ma gettin' big! I'm a whopping... oh wait... 69.5... I'ma puny... back to the subject. After that I spent the next two hours on the internet... Gmail, Wikia, usual stuff... but on my grandparents' slow aol-connected computer. 30 minutes on the phone and I go to lunch. I'm sure this time I gain more. I went to Sonic and got a gynormous Extra-Long Chile-Chees Coney! Guess how much I weighed then? A whoppin'... Oh gosh... 70 pounds FOR HEAVEN'S SAKE WHEN AM I GONNA GROW MY LOOSE SKIN IN?! I'M TEENY!!! Ok ok ok, I'll get back to my "SCHOOL-RELATED blogging". I went back to my grandparents' house and talked on the phone some more. Then I had to go back home. I met my dad at McD's. THIS TIME I ATE A CHEESEBOWGA! I WEIGHED... 69.5... WHY?!?!?! WHY MUST I BE SO TINY?! Ok. After 2 1/2 hours I finally got home... 2 and a half hours of Radio Disney... went home to see mah dog Bristow. Finally home!

FutureQuest Lesson 1

Respectful to me would sound like "Pass the salt............ uh......... please," at home. At school it would sound like "Yes sir". At home respect would look nothing like respect. At school, it would look a bit better than home. Trustworthy at home would sound like "I trust that you can beat the boss level for me while I'm at Boy Scouts," and at school, "I trust you can be good in the class room while I'm making copies." Thoughtful at home would be, "I will help you with your home work," and school, "I will tutor you if you want." I need to be more of all of that. Doing that would up my behavior grade and get me closer to M.I.T.

Why are plamts amd algae important in an aquarium?

They are important because THEY PROVIDE FOOD!

Observation #3

We gave a rain shower on the terrarium only to find out that the two crickets have ate each other. Everything but the head. The mustard, alfalfa, and grass weren't growing that good so they didn't have any thing to eat. The fish were okay and so were the snails. Duckweed was growing and so was the elodea and algae, but the snails and fish were eating it.

Ecosystems - How We Depend On Each Other

Ecosystems, the final front-- oh... wrong line. Ecosystems, how we depend on each other. Yesterday we made a terrarium and an aquarium together... using 2 liter bottles! In the terrarium we put gravel, soil, Alfalfa seeds, Mustard seeds, and Grass seeds in the bottle. We also put some rocks and dead leaves in the bottle. We then added 2 crickets, and 2 rolly polly bugs. We put the aquarium, which has elodea, algae, duckweed, 2 snails, 2 mosquito fish and gravel, under the terrarium.