Tuesday, December 15, 2009

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... 

Friday, December 4, 2009

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.