The Maybe I Should Write A Story Chronicles || Prologue.

The

Maybe I Should Write A Story

Chronicles

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Prologue

       John lie on his bed. It was a casual bed, sheets and blankets tucked in the edges with no noteworthy patterns or design. It had a wooden frame that creaked ever so slightly when John moved about. In his right hand he held a yellow notepad, half covered in notes and illustrations, and in his other he held a brown pen with blue ink.

   He looked up, knowing that there were no other people in the room, but had the constant need to reassure himself that nobody was watching him. His attention went back to his notepad after he found himself satisfied that he was alone. He flipped the page and continued to jot down the notes. He didn't have the best handwriting, but he knew that it would be good enough to serve his purpose.

   From outside his cell, John could hear the inaudible voices of three, maybe four, men talking in a loud tone gradually getting closer. He tore the two pages that he had been writing on and set them underneath his bedding. He slid the pen through the rings that kept the pages of the notepad together and slowly made his way towards the window, careful to make as little noise as possible. He slid his right hand between two of the iron bars that made up his window and dropped the pen and notepad outside, knowing that he could retrieve it at a later time. The voices were closer, and John could now hear the tap of their boots against the stone floor.

    He walked back over to the his bed and lifted the cover revealing the two pages that he had left there only moments ago. He grabbed the two and rolled them up into thin cylinders around two millimeters in diameter each. He began to slowly lift the mattress, still pinching the two rolled-up pieces of paper between two of his available fingers so that they wouldn't unroll. The bottom side of the yellow mattress revealed several small holes, appearing to be the work of bed bugs. John had made the holes less than a month ago with the pen he held in his left hand only minutes ago. He wriggled the first paper into one of the holes near the center of the mattress and the second one in another hole near the top-left corner of the mattress.

    It was a neat trick that he came up with four weeks ago. Every two weeks, the warden checked each cell for anything suspicious. Extra eating utensils were a common finding, and John had even heard rumors of a man who had hid knives behind a poster on the wall. The cafeteria provided no eating knives. This meant that the man had been in contact with a third party. Nobody knows for sure if the story was true. The way that John hid the papers in the holes was effective; during his last search, the warden simply assumed the mattress had become a home for bed bugs, and wanted nothing to do with them.

    John eased the mattress back down onto the bed's wooden frame. The voices were closer, and now audible, only a few feet away from his door. One of the voices he recognized as his inmate's.

    "Alright, best you get to bed, Will. It must be midnight by now, and you know how much the warden hates us staying up," Said a voice that John was sure belonged to Thomas, a man he met a few weeks back in the yard.

    John felt self-conscious and sat down on the edge of his bed, pretending to be deep in thought.

"Hey, you too, Tom," His inmate said to Thomas, confirming his earlier guess.

   The sound of a key entering and unlocking the lock on the door echoed throughout the hall before the metal door began to creak open.

"Good-night, Will." Said another voice, ending the conversation.

Will slumped into the cell, his shoulders aching from a long day's work in the yard. The door swung closed behind him and the click of the lock indicated that it was shut all the way. He slipped into his bed, not even bothering to change his clothes. John did the same. They lay in silence for about an hour, moonlight leaking through the window and onto the stone floor.

"Tonight?" John asked in a silent tone.

"Tonight."

The Maybe I Should Write A Story Chronicles will continue, but in a completely different form. I literally made this up as I went. If I can come up with a simple plot line, I'll use that and rewrite the beginning. Otherwise, I'll just build off of this one.

Let me know what you guys think. 

Jim Jim's Mad March Adventure - Braden

Jim Jim's Story

      One day, after Jim Jim's terrible ski trip, and got his Lamborghini back, he called the cops on his friends for stealing it in the first place, sadly, he was just hired as a cop, so he had to go and arrest them. First he had to find out where they lived, and what they looked like, because after they left Jim Jim in the hole in Brian head, they went and got plastic surgery, and moved to Somalia so Jim Jim would never find them again. When Jim Jim didn't know where to look, he threw a dart at a map of the world and it landed directly on Western Africa, right where Ebola started. So Jim Jim took the first flight he could and found himself locked up in a tent for a week while people came in and jabbed him with pointy things to try to find out if he had Ebola. Unfortunately, he was tested positive. The only part infected on him was his arm, so they had to amputate it to try to stop spreading. The doctor that came in to get rid of it was that jerk kid from the ski resort that snapped his femur in half that is still recovering after a recent break while running a super marathon with a broken femur, the super marathon was all the way across Russia in one go with no breaks. 

     When the jerk kid came in the tent, he snapped his fingers and a bunch of other people came in and Jim Jim realized that they were his friends that stole his Lamborghini. When they all carried in the huge chain saw that probably wasn't meant for amputating things, Jim Jim remembered that he was going to arrest them, sadly, he forgot why, so it would be hard to plead his case in court. When that one jerk kid came over, he hit Jim Jim in the foot so it would break it so then they could use duct tape to stick him to the wall. But before Jim Jim got hit, he fell in a hole in the ground and everyone started laughing at him, but then the whole continent of Africa started drifting off the face of the planet. Everyone in Africa went into anarchy blowing up everything they could see. One group of people found the whole continents supply of nuclear weapons and jumped off and landed in the ocean completely unharmed. When Jim Jim finally made it out of the hole he saw his friends and the jerk kid from the ski resort drive off in his Lamborghini. At the sight of this, Jim Jim fell back in the pit but accidentally pulled the motor starter on the huge chainsaw and pulled it down into the pit. And that is the last time anyone ever saw Jim Jim ever again. (or will they) 

The End

This Day

      Waking up in the morning isn't to exciting... Picture yourself waking up to this day. You wake up ten minutes before you have to sprint over to the bus stop!Your scrambling to find your clothes while your brushing your teeth at the same time. Your mouth is full of toothpaste as its slowly running down your chin. Multitasking can be very difficult. The bus has arrived, don't forget your backpack!         School has now begun bright and early and its only first period five more to go! In first period you have a report due and it's not quite finished yet..Second period you don't know what to do your blog post on. Third period is easy you just sit at a computer. Fourth period you have to do flashcards that are due, and now its finally lunch! You have a Enchilada for lunch but then you realize its school lunch so its not your favorite. Two more periods! Then school is over! Family comes into town that lives all the way up North and the party begins! ;)

March post

The Note

Chapter 1

     Gorge was usually the last person to use his rings at all for anything. From levitating objects around, to shooting fire balls at pesky birds. He rarely even did ether of those. But today, that would change. 
    Gorge was on his regular afternoon stroll when all the sudden he looks up and sees a boy falling out of the sky. Less than a second later he is holding the boy with his levitation ring. He started to pull the boy towards him when he noticed a dungeon temple guardian riding a glido beast heading his way.  "How did that get here!", he thought to himself. He thought about flying but he realized he was still bringing the kid toward him. He had to make a choice between meeting up with the guardian or saving the kid. He started sprinting for the kid.

Foxes Continued: Rebekah

       Please Read Beginning so You aren't Confused

Because of Jazz’s shyness, Emerald would rarely have her friends over. She would complain many times about her sister being too quiet and that her best friends would think that Jazz was just being plain rude. Candy would shout at Emerald until I would step in and send the two to their sides of the burrow. After giving them the same lecture about being together for the rest of their lives and how they needed to get along, Jazz would run outside, hide behind a tree and cry until I called her inside.

           Going on walks was one of the things I would push, but it was hard to even get going. I would wake them up just as the sun comes up and get them ready. Every time, Emerald would ask if her friends could join and every time I’d say no. Then Candy would ask where we would go and I’d have to explain that we were going to the center of the forest. Then Jazz would whimper because that’s where foxes would go and hang out, and then she’d ask if she could stay home. Of course I would tell her no, and then Candy would bounce in and ask if we could go to the meadows to see the mountains or if we could go to my mother’s fox hole. Then before I could answer Emerald would complain that she liked her friends so much and that she never had a chance to go on a walk with them, and before I could explain that this was a family type of thing, Candy would start to argue with Emerald by saying that she always hung out with her friends and that she needed a break. Then an argument would break out and Emerald would begin to shout, and Jazz would whimper in fear, and Candy’s claws would come out and the two would be rolling around on the floor clawing and scratching until I snapped at them and told them to come outside so that we could take our walk.

           Our morning walks were usually happen at noon and weren’t pleasant. Whenever the two older girl’s eyes met, they would hiss and I would snap at them and Jazz would run off in fright. Then we’d have to spend an entire hour looking for her, and a half an hour coaxing her that it was safe to come out.

Don’t Eat Me I’m A Lemon

Part 3

Out of nowhere pickles went flying everywhere. The entire cubic centimeter exploded with chairs eating each other and other things happening that I don’t really feel like explaining. The entire planet was turned into a fork and the other forks were turned into spoons. After the spoons were turned into sporks, everyone’s paper hats turned into black colored paper hats, and then those were turned into slightly darker black paper hats. Then that one person who didn't realize what was going on finally looked down and started floating upward for some reason instead of falling down. Apples. Faucets then started exploding with confetti and stuff coming out. After all the potatoes were done doing whatever they do when they aren't destroying the facility and the lemons were done burning down your house Mr. Eraser ate some waffles.

“Hey guys!” Mr. Eraser exclaimed. “I just found a copy of Don’t Eat Me I’m A Lemon.”

“Cool, so can you give it to me so I can figure out how to eat myself without not not not dying.” Meowed Mr. Kitty.

“I don’t exactly think that’s possible…”

“That basically saying that it isn't possible.”

“Wait a second, I think somethings different.” said Sharpstripe.

“What.”

“No, never mind, it’s probably a broken pixel or something.”

“You know what I just realized, it’s kind of funny, this is like the tenth time in a story that two of the main characters are guys, while the other one is a girl, except that one is a monopoly 10 eraser bill, and the other two are cats.”

“Yeah.”

Out of nowhere a cat with a pickle hat and a slightly darker black paper hat infused into one hat came by and was like, “I’m going to turn your language into something really cool and awesome!” And for a vhire arr ze vords vere ransformed ino somezing za if anyone read i zey vourd zink doing za vas a grea idea.

“Is za ze bad guy?” asked Mr. Eraser.

“Probabry.” repried Mr. Kiy.

“vha vas his name again?”

“I zink i vas _ _ _ _ _.”

“Oh.”

“Does he onry ge rike one rine in ze enire secion?”

“No, he ges zree, if you knov vha I mean.”

“Yep,” meoved _ _ _ _ _. “I ge rike zree rines.”

ze sar zey vere froaing nex o jus exproded ino a hypernova, and if you vere vondering vha his name is, zen vhy don’ you jus go and read DEMIAr par 2. ze kiens za vere frying everyvhere vere arr rike, “MEOv!”

“I don’ ge i, aren’ you supposed o be rike evir or somezing?” asked Mr. Eraser.

“Yep, vach zis…” This sentence is here just because I want it to be. “Ha ha, I made your language awesome, and then I took it away! Ha!”

“Nooooo! You can’t do that!” meowed Sharpstripe.

“Yeah he can, look it says it in the book.” said Mr. Kitty.

“Oh, okay.”

Rocky and Fuzzy's Adventures

In the rugged hills of a mountain, there was a rock named Rocky. Rocky had a friend named Fuzzy, who was a bunny. Fuzzy would take Rocky for rides, while Fuzzy would talk about life. Fuzzy's family didn't like him because he was the runt of the family. Rocky had an idea, how about Fuzzy just grow tall. That sounds like a great idea! Said Fuzzy. Then out of nowhere a eagle came down and swooped Fuzzy up into the air. rocky felt scared and wished for his friend back. Rocky looked up into the air and saw the eagles nest. Then Rocky had an idea! He could just save Rocky! He whistled for his friend Cooper the dove. Cooper came flying down to him, and asked what he needed. I need you to fly me up to that nest to help me save my friend Fuzzy. Cooper swooped him on his back, and flew him up to the nest to save his friend. Rocky found Fuzzy curled up in a ball at the edge of the nest. Rocky whispered to Fuzzy telling him to come to him. Fuzzy looked up with a very happy face noticing his friend had come to save him. You saved me! Shouted Fuzzy. fuzzy jumped onto Coopers back and they both headed back down to safety on the ground, and into Rocky's little bush he called home. There was a hole leading to Fuzzy's home inside the bush, which is how Rocky and Fuzzy met. Fuzzy thanked him and Cooper, than headed home where he would grow tall.

(Written in CTE)

The Story of Shwolf.

Once upon a time there was a group of friends going up to their cabin. There was Annie, Jadyn, Lucy, Hallie and Bailee. They were having so much fun until they heard a noise. It sounded like a she wolf. They named this sound Shwolf.

When they heard the Shwolf, they screamed really loud and woke up the entire forest. They ran inside as fast as they could! They accidently left Bailee outside with the Shwolf. As soon as they realized they left her outside, they ran back to get her.

When they got outside she was rolled up in a ball of blankets. They were all scared so they went inside and told all their other friends what they heard and what had happened. The other kids didn’t believe them. They thought that they were just trying to frighten them. So, they went outside to prove that it was real.

All the girls went outside to search for Shwolf. When they got outside they heard nothing. So the girls thought it was a prank. They were all really mad at the other girls. They were about to go inside when all of the sudden they heard shwolf. Everyone was scared.

They slowly moved closer to where the sound was coming from. All the sudden a wolf/girl jumped out of the bush. They all screamed!! And then they realized that Shwolf was really nice and helped them find adventure. They all became really close friends. And everyone was happy.  The End!

March Blog Post- Audrey Godfrey

  The Syringe

It was a normal night for Addison. She was at a mutual activity at her local church for church. The youth were gathered in the rec room and were enjoying some refreshments, made by their leaders. The boys were sort of gathered at one end, talking about the usual boy stuff. Sports, girls, the horrible math sub that gave them two pages of homework! Two! It was horrible. Then the girls were gathered at the other end. There were some talking in small groups, and others who were wandering from group to group. Giving their input every now and then. Addison was with her friends Katauna and Faith. They were chatting about the new movie that was going to come out the next week. They had already made plans to see it opening night and if it was as good or even better than the expected they would see it again the next night. Addison wasn’t really engaging in the talk. She would give her input when they asked her or would add a comment here and there but she was mostly enjoying the heavenly cheesecake that melted in her mouth. The strawberry flavor was tangy but sweet on her tongue and she washed the piece of heaven with a cold glass of milk that ran down her throat and topped it off perfectly.

Addison glanced over at the sudden burst of laughter that came from the boys. She looked and saw that one of the boys was throwing his head back and laughing. She smiled microscopically. They’re probably talking about stupid stuff, as always, she thought.  She caught the words “football” “totally hot” and “dude” about a hundred million times. Rolling her eyes, she went back to her friends. Katauna and Faith were drooling about the gorgeous actor Scott Eastwood. She thought about the mind boggling actor and his new film. She started to think what if I got to meet him? What would Katauna and Faith say? She shook her head at the idea and went to throw her plate, fork, cup and napkin away.

As she threw her trash away, her legs gave out on her and she fell to the floor. She hit her head and passed out for a second. Addison heard a laugh, an evil laugh, and her eyes fluttered open. Her eyes slowly adjusted to the bright room. She was still in the rec room, but it looked completely different. There was smoke coming from a cauldron in the corner of the room. It fogged up the room so Addison had to squint to see clearly. Instead of the refreshments in the corner, there was a table that was set up to hold what looked like needles, different liquids, and syringes. The smell was of something sweet and tangy. Almost like the cheesecake… she thought. The smell overwhelmed the room with a rich scent that smelt like green apples. She shook her head to see if it was a dream, but when she opened her eyes again, she saw the same thing. “Hello?” she asked. “Anyone here?” Addison shrugged but then she heard a door slam. She whipped her head around to see someone coming towards her. The fog was so thick that she only could see a figure coming at her. It moved slowly. It was tall and seemed to have the figure of a woman. Finally, she saw who it was. It was a woman. She was sufficiently tall with raven black hair cascading down her back. She had high cheekbones and vibrant black eyes. She had an evil grin and when she laughed her laugh rang through the room. Addison recognized that laugh. It was the one she heard. “Um, who are you? And what the heck did you do to me and my friends? And, uh, what did you do to the rec room?” Addison blurted out. She asked questions when she was nervous. And she was really nervous.

Again the creature laughed. A cold chill went up Addison’s back. “I did nothing to this little room. It was in need of a change and I gave it one, happily.” the creature grinned her nasty grin. “As for your friends, no harm has come there way. I don’t need them.” she said. “What do you mean by you ‘don’t need them’?” Addison asked carefully. The creature grinned. “By the way, I am Saphire.” Nice name, Addison thought. Saphire walked around the room like it were her palace. She pointed over at the table with all the needles on it. “You see that?” she didn’t wait for a response. “Those are my little, instruments. Let’s call them. If you do anything wrong, you will be sent to a camp. I send you there by, how do I say this nicely, stabbing a needle into your head!” Addison gasped. Her stomach dropped five levels.

Addison started to struggle to get up. Apparently, her hands were tied behind her back. “Let me go!” she commanded. Saphire chuckled. “Oh no child. You don’t tell me what to do! I tell you what to do!” Addison struggled more and finally she got loose of her bands. She leaped to her feet. “Now, how do I get home? Tell me now!” she demanded. A flash of anger flashed across Saphire’s eyes. “What did you say?” she shouted. Addison took a step back. “Let me go.” she said evenly. Saphire looked at Addison, then at her table with needles. Addison’s eyes widened. Please no! Please no! she thought. Saphire glided over to the table. She began pouring bright purple liquid into a syringe. Addison started to panic. Her frantically looked around for an exit, but wasn’t successful. The witch approached her smiling and with the syringe, loaded, in her hand. Okay, this is just great! Just great! she thought. Saphire came to her. Addison backed into the corner of the room. All of a sudden, Addison felt her hands captured. They were being tied. She glanced over her shoulder, but saw nobody. She whipped her head around and Saphire’s grin made her skin turn cold. Saphire suddenly grabbed Addison by the neck and forced her down. “No!” Addison yelled. “Silence!” Saphire demanded. Addison struggled some more, which made the syringe whip through the air in Saphire’s hand. “That’s enough!” Saphire yelled. She finally stabbed the syringe into Addison’s neck. As soon as the syringe went into her neck, Addison went limp. Saphire smirked and pressed the purple liquid into her. Addison soon fell into a deep sleep...

Snorkeling In Cancun

     It was a blazing hot day when we finally arrived to Akumal Beach. The 45 minute car ride didn't help our desperate need of something cold to plunge in. Eventually we made it through the crowds of sweaty people to the crashing ocean. I took off my sandals and walked right in. The water gave my hot, red skin some relief. There were so many people building sand castles, splashing, and snorkeling. My parents had just sat down and I was already bugging them to get the snorkeling gear out. My mind couldn't resist the urge to explore the deeper waters. 
     To start, I put the huge, made-you-feel-like-a-pig goggles on, along with the snorkel. Next I strap on my flippers and waddle to the ocean. I was eager to see what animals were ahead, so I started swimming further out. I soon realized that you have to breath only through your mouth and not get too deep. Or else, the next thing you know you are choking on saltwater. After I got the hang of it my dad and I saw an object moving in the corner of our eyes. We turned around and what I saw shocked me. It was a gigantic sea turtle the size of my 10 year old sister! It's shell was emerald with a scale-like pattern. It felt like I was in the movie "Finding Nemo". Like I was a part of their world. Then, a few more of his ocean friends came too. Fish were swimming right under our feet, their slimy skin would make me shiver. All of the sudden my dad dove deep into the sandy bottom. He was reaching for the turtle's tough shell. I watched him as he pet the delicate animal. My dad insisted that I try. So slowly kicking towards the creature, my hand rubbed against his smooth shell as he swam by. The moment was unreal! At that moment all I wanted to do was ride on top of it. Snorkeling with the swift sea turtles was a breathtaking experience.
     To sum it up, Snorkeling in Mexico was the highlight of my trip. I swam back to shore thinking "I am glad I had my family to share that with." My family took off our fins and goggles with dry mouths and puckered/shriveled lips. I sat on the dim beach recalling the memory of snorkeling. Soon, we packed up and headed home in our rental car. That day was a day well spent, even if it all started with a long, hot car ride. 

The life of Hermy the Hermit Crab

March Post

Kyler Gibb

 Little Hermy the Hermit Crab woke up to the suns rays shining in on his homemade, Italian silk, sea-star patterned covers. Today was the big day! It was his first day of 9th grade. He was the most popular kid in the whole school. He got out of bed, stretched, and went out to the kitchen to make some delicious hash browns and apple juice. When he was done eating he got dressed and was on his way. 

 He got to school and immediately went to find his home room and sat down on the back row of classroom 184. His teacher, Mr. Bass, walked in and told everyone to get out there science text books and to begin reading page five. "Oh no", said Hermy with an frightened look on his face, "That is the one thing I forgot to bring with me, what is he going to do?" Mr. Bass looked up,  noticed his face and asked, "Is everything okay over there Mr. Hemit?" Hermy didn't know what to do so he said, "Well, yeah but the thing is--" and he was cut off by his teacher. "I know what it is, you forgot you book didn't you?" Hermy responded with a relieved kind of tone and responded, "Yes that is what I am making a big deal about!" "Okay then, come park you behind right here next to my desk and you can share my book with me!"

 Hermy looked at his teacher and dropped his jaw as low as the floor and all of his classmates started laughing and pointing at him. The whole rest of the day he had to share Mr. Bass' book, sit next to him and be embarrassed by the whole class. 

Ring, Ring, Ring. Hermy packed up all of his belongings and charged out to the hallway when he was interrupted by his teacher. "Hermy, I would like to see you after school tomorrow because I have a conference today." Hermy nodded yes and walked away to the door. He got to the door and started sprinting to the main entry. He booked out of the doors and ran straight to his house where he then set down his things on a desk and plopped on his bed and took a four hour nap, woke up, ate dinner, and then went to bed for another seven hours.

Your Families Life Depends On It

 Beep. Beep. Beep. I wake up to the tantalizing sound of my alarm clock. I dig myself out of the thick, warm covers and drag myself out of my comfortable bed. I head into the kitchen to make breakfast when I hear a knock on the front door. I look at it, confused at who could possibly be here at six-thirty in the morning. I trudge out of the kitchen and through the living room. I am halfway there when the knock comes again, more urgent this time.

"I'm coming, I'm coming." I say tiredly. I pull the door open and am immediately snapped awake as I stare at the crazy sight in front of me. It's my best friend Morgan, but she's not in her usual everyday clothes. She's dressed in full-body armor, the metal glinting in the rising sun. She's holding a deadly looking sword, another one hanging at her side. 

"What the-"I start, but she cuts me off. "Listen. You have to come with me. I know this probably seems crazy but you have to come with me. Your families life depends on it." 

Nothing made sense. "What are you doing? What are you wearing? Why do you have swords?" The questions tumbled out of me. 

"I don't have time to explain. You just have to trust me." She said, panic filling her voice. 

"Fine, but wha-" "Here," she said handing me a sword. I grunted at the weight. 

From somewhere in her armor she pulled out a small crystal orb about the size  of a tennis ball. Blue clouds of smoke churned in the center. Before I could react she turned around and threw the ball onto the concrete. It broke apart and a vortex-like portal appeared in the air. Electricity crackled around its edges. "Let's go." Morgan said. 

Without another word she grabbed my hand and pulled me into the whirling gateway.
     

March Post - Supaf Experience

Ryan Bethers

Supaf Experience

Going to Supaf was an awesome experience. I really liked seeing all of the other choirs from the other schools compete to see who was the best choir. Though we didn't win I thought that we did an amazing job, and should have won. I will tell you about my personal experience of Supaf and what I liked about it in my opinion.

The day, started when we were called down to the commons area to rehearse our songs before we leave to perform. I think that it was a good idea to practice a lot before we left, and we did. After practicing the songs the buses arrived shortly after, and then we split into two groups and one group went on one bus and the other group on the other bus. The bus ride was pretty fun and scenic. Once we got to the school were we would be performing we exited the bus and made our way to the theater. We quietly found seats in the back left of the theater were all one hundred of us sat down. I remember watching the other choirs sing, though none of them were as good as us. Finally it was our turn to get ready and we left the theater and headed for the practice room.

On our way to the practice room we had to wait in a dark hallway for what seemed like forever, but eventually the choir that had been practicing came out and headed for the stage. It was our turn to practice in the room, which was barely big enough to hold a hundred bodies. We then practiced our songs over and over until it was our turn to enter the stage and have what it seemed like a thousand of faces watch and stare at your every movement. We then finished practicing our songs and headed for the stage, on our way to the stage it was so quiet that if anyone made a tiny little sound, then everyone in the packed theater would hear it. We took our places and somehow our entire choir managed to fit onto the risers. And then we began to sing.

Singing the songs was fun and hard, fun because it sounded amazing but hard because I couldn't sing as high as the songs were written so I basically just mouthed the words and every now and then I would sing a line or two. Though it was very exhausting because trying to sing just one line took all of my effort to try and sing that high but it was still fun. I was so tired that once we were done singing it felt like my head was about to pop. Then the judge came over and gave us some advice on how we should have sang.

I didn't really like the judge it was kind of embarrassing doing what he wanted us to do while we were in front of a ton of people. He showed us how to put our hands on our cheeks and make the sound, sound better. Though I didn't think what he showed us helped at all because Mrs. Harris had already showed us how to do it. And Mrs. Harris had already taught us to do it while we are singing, and I thought that we did it just fine. The judge was a nice guy and he gave good advice to other choirs but what he told us we already knew and did.

My experience of Supaf was fun, and our choir should have won without a doubt. Though the other choirs did a good job too, but they weren’t as nearly as good as us. I really like Supaf not just because I got to miss school, but also because it was cool to see and hear the other schools in our district. If I could I would do Supaf again it was a fun and a cool experience.

March blog post

Free throw line

I walked into the sweaty basketball gym with my shoes and basketball in my neon bag. I had just recently gotten new basketball shoes that were white and black. A week ago we had basketball tryouts for the Snow Canyon 7th and 8th grade team, and this was our second game of the season of 16 games. Some of my teammates were on the court warming up, wearing the new blue jerseys we had just barely gotten. I walked to the bench where my coach was sitting and started to put on my shoes. I finished lasing the last one and ran to the hoop to be with my team. Our first warm up drill was always layups, then jump shots, then pass and shoot. By now our full team was here and we were ready to start as our coach pulled us in to pick the starting players. Me and the other 4 starters jogged out to the center of the court for jump ball. After we get going, we are ahead and have possession of the ball. I drive in for the layup and the referee blows his whistle. I get to shoot two free throws because of the foul. I start to focus on my shot and I get the ball. Boom boom, the sounds of the two dribbles I always take before I shoot, I spin the ball in my hands and get in position. Focusing on the back of the rim I let the ball fly, Swish. The sweet sound of the net swishing. I repeat the process once more, but my second shot did not go in. My team bounces for the rebound and tries to put it back up, but soon it’s the other teams possession. In defence position, we finish our great game and get ready for the next one.

File 213 - Chapter 2

Author's Note

Sorry to leave you at that dramatic part in the file but I thought I should probably stop just in case you wanted to read more… which you unfortunately did! I know, I know. The man in the black disappears. Bum Bum Bum Buuuuuumm! All that. But I’ve been having second thoughts. I mean, is it really worth it putting all your lives in danger just because a terribly important secret needs to be read by the world? Would it be my fault if my readers vanished suddenly just because I was selfish enough to tell them things they weren’t supposed to know? You know what? Its not worth it. Sorry folks, but I’m stopping right NOW!!!

You aren’t leaving, are you.

Fine. I should have realised you wouldn’t leave after reading the epic introduction I wrote. I should have just skipped to the boring parts so you wouldn’t be so interested. Alright, alright, I’ll keep going. But don’t say I didn’t warn you…

Author’s 2nd Note

For the clueless people who have no idea what’s going on, I advise you to go to my first post of File 213. You know what, I actually advise on skipping this post altogether and finding something different to read. Thank you.

Chapter 2: The Next Day

The next day, I began my investigation. I had always imagined the beginning of my first investigation as an epic one. After having a nice cup of coffee (I didn’t add this in my case file because I didn’t want the people at the office to think I was a wuss, but what I drank was actually was coffee substitute. Real coffee is very bad for your health and extremely addicting. I never drink it) and a bagel smeared with cream cheese and maybe some fruit, I would grab my hat, straighten my tie, and put on my special sunglasses that professional spies are known for having. After putting on my hat and securing my suitcase, I would purposely stroll out the door, my mind set and confidence high.

Almost none of this happened.

After spending a night on a lumpy mattress, no sheets, and not even a blanket in a cold room that was ugly beyond description, I was very grumpy in the morning and not in the mood for anything. The sign of the half-naked, snoogie-speaking, barefoot man snoozing at his post did not lighten my mood. I rang the small bell on his desk. Once, twice, eight times. He didn’t move. I lost my patience and threw the bell at his bare chest and when it stuck, I walked out before I would do something that I would regret. It was not a great way to start the morning, let alone my first investigation. As I walked out, I took a deep breath and smelled a strange but pleasant combination of mint and cinnamon with just a touch of oranges. I looked down. A brand new royal red carpet had been rolled out last night for I hadn’t been there the day before. I nodded, glad that the Fansy Hotel finally was trying to improve it’s dump of a place.

Outside, I called a taxi and squashed myself inside. The driver was a rather large man with bushy eyebrows and bags under his eyes, like he hadn’t gotten enough sleep. I pitied him because I was experiencing the same thing. (After looking over this casefile after sending, I wish I hadn’t said that. You can’t pity someone else if you’re pitying yourself in the same situation)

“Where to?” He muttered sleepily.

“Celesta Avenue” I said. I set down my briefcase and made myself comfortable as the taxi pulled out from the curb and rode down the street.

“Didn’t sleep well?” I said.

“Nope. Had a problem with my dog.” He groaned. “Wouldn’t stop barking all night. Had to lock him in my garage and he still wouldn’t keep quiet.”

“Why?” I asked curiously.

“No idea. But the strange thing is, mine wasn’t the only one. Dogs were barking up and down the street. Don’t know what set them off.”

“Uh-huh.” I said, not really listening. Glancing at the rear view mirror, I thought I had just seen a man staring at me with binoculars. Giving myself a little shake, I put my mind off men in black and focused on the case.

The Serpent of Watershank Lake

     Once, in the time of the Pilgrims, there lived a witch. She lived a peaceful life in the backcountry of Watershank county, New York. She would not hurt any animals, but humans were a different story. Explorers tried to stay away from Watershank county. People would disappear of the face of the earth. Some say that the witch would turn the remains of the bodies and boil them in a cauldron to stew potions.

     One day, a visionary by the name of Howard T. Plartplat decided to colonize the area. Many warned him against it, but Plartplat would not heed them. He and a group of foolish pilgrims set off on their journey. As they got closer to the witch's shack, the witch showed herself. She warned them that if they settled down by the lake, a horrible curse would befall them. Plartplat strode up to her and stabbed her in the chest. With her dying breath, the witch cursed him and his band that a horrible curse would befall them in five year's time.

     The group settled down north of the lake. They called it Watershank lake, and named the town Watershank. All went well until, on the night of the fifth anniversary of the witch's curse, all of the town's original residents woke up in their beds, eyes glazed and pure red. They all trudged to the lake and threw themselves in, drowning themselves. But what happened after was even more horrifying. A giant Sea Serpent rose from the water and let out a terrible, bloodcurdling cry. The townspeople's dead bodies joined to form the Sea Serpent of Watershank lake. Some say that on dark nights, you can still see the red eyes of the monster, watching you through the fog.

Joe The Dog

    Once upon a time there was a dog named Joe, he had a friend named Bob. They were best friends they did everything together. Now these dogs were not your normal dogs they talked and they also ate soup. Joe's Favorite soup was bean with bacon and toast. One day they were eating soup and then "pop" the soup was gone, where did it go you may ask? The evil cat lord of Uptown stole all the bean and bacon soup.Joe was so mad!!

     Joe and Bob went on a hunt to find the soup of destiny (aka bean and bacon soup). The two friends went to gather all the dogs to join their dog army. Now the only dogs that would go were dogs that were very old. So Joe and Bob chose to go on there own and find the soup of destiny on their own. But Bob got a GREAT idea he decided to run for president. Now Bob was having to run against the great lord Matt Van Gil's of Destiny!! Bob lost but they had harder maters on their hands the cats were attacking and they had no idea were the soup of destiny was. THEY WERE LOST!! :(

Bob & Joe the dog sequil - Matthew Quigley

Once upon a time there was a dog named Bob, Bob was a nice dog, he liked his name, well.. he liked everything so he is a happy Bob. HE had a friend named Joe the dog and he liked soup. He and Joe were best friends they did everything together. One day they were just chilling in Bob's backyard and drinking bean and bacon soup with toast, then something poked it's head around the corner and wam they got hit in the head and their soup was all gone, they were mad about that. But who dognaped them you ask? It was the EL POLO LOCO INDIANS, those Indians were freaking psycho path. The Indians were trying to get rid of every dog in the world, they started with Bob and Joe.

The indians thought that they could drop Bob and Joe off in the dessert and they could find their way home.... IF THEY COULD. So that's what they did, but Bob and Joe thought it was the dessert you eat, not  the life threatening dessert that kills people. So Bob and Joe were happy to eat their way out of the (dessert). When they got there they freaked out and started crying because there was no dessert. The Indians kicked them out of the dogmobile, said bye, and left, just like that....

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Lucy DeLand - March

Once upon a time there was a ragged old lady named Jadyn. She was a witch and possessed all the powers in the world. Nobody, but one person knows who she was before she was a witch. The king in the kingdom was very charming and kept the kingdom safe. No one knew who his wife was, she disappeared one day and nobody has seen her since.

Before the wife disappeared, the king and the queen had a child. A baby girl named Annie. Her beauty was great, she was not just a beautiful princess she was kind. The witch had given Annie the gift of kindness. Today was her 16 birthday.

Her only wish was to meet her mother and have a chance to  talk to her. While Annie was riding on her horse in the woods, she met the witch name Jadyn. Annie had heard of the witch but had never met her until now. “What is your name?” Annie said. The witch replied “Jadyn, you look just like you did as a baby.” Annie was confused, but then brushed the thought away.

“Annie you’ve never met your mother have you.” Jadyn said.

Annie replied, “How did you know?”

“I am your mother.”

“WHAT?” Annie yelled.

“You don’t even look one bit like me. How could you be my mother?” Jadyn then took out a magic wand and transformed herself into a beautiful queen. Annie could then see the resemblance between them. They rushed to the castle to tell the king what had happened.

They barged through the castle doors and rushed the queen to the king. The king recognized Jadyn immediately and rushed towards her. They shared a long loving hug.  The queen was then recrowned queen of Atlantia.  Everything became the same.

And they lived happily ever after!!

Skylar's March Post

    My dad had finally found work. We made the big move to Vancouver just a few days ago. Being from California, all this snow is going to take some getting used to! My family said this move is for the “greater good”, but the way I see it? It just stinks. Canada is cold and boring. There is nothing to do here. I decided to go for a walk while my parents were dusting their antique basketball knick knacks (don’t ask) and the cold was literally unbearable. I could feel the cold in my bones as I walked down the street, even though I was wearing three shirts, two jackets and a scarf!  I was lost in a freezing stupor when I met them. The kids were playing a game that looked familiar, but I’d never actually seen played. Hockey. I watched but couldn’t tell what was going on. I’m a basketball guy. I’ve never been interested in hockey. What I could piece together  looked pretty straight forward to me. The kids were trying to hit a disk into the opposing goal with sticks, all while on ice skates. It only took a minute before they were colliding into each other and crashing to the ground trying to hit the puck. “Shouldn’t that be a foul?” I called out across the frozen lake. The game stopped. About four sets of eyes stared at me like I was on fire. Like I was dumb. Like I didn’t know the rules (I didn’t). All I knew was basketball, and in basketball, any one of those hits would get you disqualified for a season.

    “Look, it’s the new kid. What’s his name? John?” one of the kids finally yelled out, putting an end to the awkward silence. “It’s James, not John,” I yelled back. And with that, they skated over to me...