Tuesday, March 21, 2017

Another Sleepover With Kat

  So you can tell by the title that I had another sleepover with Kat. I mean we're best friends so is it really that much of a surprise? We've actually had two or three since my last post about it, but that's besides the point. This one is about the most recent one. The one we had last Thursday.
  The two days before Thursday (which are Tuesday and Wednesday if you missed the two hundred days of kindergarten where we learned about the days of the week), we're snow days. We got, like, two feet of snow. It was basically a blizzard. There's still a ton of snow outside as I'm typing this actually. Well, anyway, the days before were snow days, which were fun for me but not for Kat as it was "her week". So she was already having a bad couple of days. The entire time she was just waiting for the day we would finally get together. She also had a really bad day on Thursday too but I'm certain she wouldn't like me to talk about it.
   So we got off the bus after school on Thursday. She had to go to Tae Kwon Do that day and I had to go to a chorus thing at Flight, so we went our separate ways. When I went home, I realized not many of my friends would be at Flight. I'm an extremely awkward person so I just stayed home, which meant Kat could come an hour early.
   We immediately searched for a horror movie to watch. We narrowed it down to Unfriended and Don't Breathe, Unfortunately we never got to watch either one due to a situation with the ghost in my house that wanders around the hallways. I'm not kidding. It's terrifying. My Grandma won't go in my room anymore because of it. Well anyway we ended up playing an Oregon Trail card game. I ended up dying ten minutes in and she didn't last very long after. We also went down to get hot chocolate and got into a little argument over a joke I had told her a week ago. Long story short she owes me $5.
   Okay it's pretty late right now and I just finished three full pages of writing so I'm just going to end this post here. I'll write a part two next week. It gives me a good topic so I don't have to write about a rock I saw on the pavement. Unless you want me to.

Thursday, February 9, 2017

Twenty One Disappointments

 So a few weeks ago, my friend Kat and I were supposed to go to a twenty øne piløts concert, We have been big fans of TØP for a long while and we were extremely excited to get to see them preform in concert. Our mothers got the tickets for us on Christmas because of a couple of events that had happened prior that neither of us like to talk about. So we had around a month to talk about it and get ready before the actual thing. We bought shirts, memorized the songs, and we even had matching necklaces. Then, on the day of the concert, it all went to heck.
  It started when I woke up and my mother showed me a text from Kat's mother. She was sick. At the time, there was a stomach bug going around and all of my siblings caught it. I thought that I had had it the week before and that I had given it to Kat. Mine wasn't that bad, so I assumed she'd be able to go to the concert. I got dressed and went to school.
  Halfway to the bus stop, my stomach started to hurt really badly. Like extremely badly. The only way I could describe it was like a million little parasites were trying to eat their way through my intestines. I didn't think much of it and kept walking. But the stomachache continued throughout homeroom and into Spanish, where my teacher even sent me to the nurse because of how awful I looked. It cooled down a bit in science, but started up again in tutorial. Eventually, my even my friends were pushing me to go to the nurse. So I did, and I went home. And long story short, we didn't get to go to the concert.

Friday, December 16, 2016

Impractical Jokers

 So this week I went to go see the Impractical Jokers at the Palace Theater. The Impractical Jokers (technically the Tenderloins) are a comedy group with a show on TruTV. I got my mom into the show around 8 months ago. Three months ago, she surprised me with tickets to see them. 
 There was a lot of traffic when we left, and most of it was from people going to see them too. We also had to park far away because, again, there were lots of other people there. Once we finally got in, my mom and I took our seats. We were both equally excited. The show finally started and we laughed the whole way through.
 On our way back, we got Moes. It's not that exciting but I needed a way to write to finish the post. I'm currently in bed writing this, eating my quesadillas. They are delicious. Goodbye.

Thursday, December 8, 2016

Sleepover With Kat

 So this weekend my friend Kat came over for a bit. It was only supposed to be for an hour, but she ended up staying all night. So first, we just stayed in my room and talked for a while. My brother had to go to this thing called Friday Nights, so we thought Kat would go before then. About 30 minutes before they had to leave, my mom asked if, after we dropped my brother off, we would like to go for a drive and get something to eat. We said sure, but we also asked if we could have a sleepover. My mom called Kat's mom and she said yes.
 After that we ran over to Kat's house to change. The clothes she was wearing were kinda stained. I was wearing a flannel shirt, so she picked one out as well. Hers was a bit big and mine was a bit small. So we switched shirts. After we had changed, my mom came to pick us up. We brought my brother to Friday Nights and then went to Starbucks. I got a hot chocolate.
 We then went to a shop that sold things like putty and strange candy. I didn't wanna go in at first, but I did anyway. It was cool. There were a lot of weird and cool stuff. Kat and I got something called bouncing putty, which didn't really bounce that much, but it was still fun to play with.
 After we picked up my brother, we went to Hannaford. We got a pizza and some things to make something called fluffy slime. Kat and I usually make slime when shes over, but this was something new. We went home and started to make it. Our first batch didn't turn out too well. We used too much shaving cream. But our second batch turned out great.
 The rest of the night was fun too. We watched a movie and then played the Sims 4 in the morning. Kat had to go home early for TaeKwonDo, but we still had fun.

Friday, December 2, 2016

Chapter Two!

  I liked posting the writing last time, so I'm posting the next chapter. It's not quite finished yet.

     Chapter 2
    Do not dwell in the past, do not dream of the future. Concentrate the
                       mind on the present moment.-Buddha
  The rest is a blur. I learned to hunt, found fresh water, and lived alone. I made myself a life, with no time for running. No time for the killers to find me. No time to remember. 2 years later, I’ll still live the same way. Same food, same home, same forest, same life.

  Is it boring? Would I want to stop for once? Would I want to start a pack? No. I have become a blank slate, but I know one thing. Having a family just means more loss. More sorrow. More loneliness. The killers would find us. It would turn out exact same way. Except, this time, the red fur and dull eyes would belong to me. The scared eyes watching from the bushes would be my own kin. They’d think they could survive. After all, I did. But there would be no badger to feed them. No cave to warm them. No M to save them.

 This was how my life was. Eat, sleep, drink, repeat. I began to wonder why that last step exists at all. After all, I had no purpose to live anymore. I was a robot. Confined to the same thing, day and day again. And if I did have a purpose, it would all be gone by now, along with me.  

 I do however, stop and think once in awhile. I think about my mother. My siblings. M. It’s still very hard to believe that young, hopeful pup turned into this broken, unfeeling excuse for a wolf.

 It was how my life was. Eating, drinking, sleeping, living. Until a certain thought popped into my mind one day. One that would determine my entire future.

To be continued....

Monday, November 14, 2016

Museum Trip

   So it's the beginning of the second quarter. This quarter, I'm starting art, which I'm not too excited about but it's not too bad. I'm going to try and get my grades up this quarter, because they weren't the best in the first quarter.

    Anyway, this week I went to The New York State museum, which was pretty cool. I was in charge of watching my 2 year old brother, Owen. There were a few times where we had to put him in his stroller. He even tried to climb into a few exhibits! But otherwise he was alright. My favorite part of watching him was when I got to bring him into exhibits alone. Then I could lift him up to really see the exhibits without my other siblings wanting to move along.

    My favorite part of going to the museum was getting to see the Iroquois exhibit. I really like learning about them, as they're constitution helped establish our modern-day government. Owen and I also liked the longhouse. Another one of my favorites was about the wilderness. I like the logging exhibit, and the elk exhibit where people throw coins in the water. All of us where given coins, but I gave mine to Owen. He really liked throwing them in!


Thursday, November 3, 2016

Creative Writing


    In my free time, I love to creative write. I have always wanted to post and share my writing somewhere so I decided to do it here. Enjoy.

 Light. The first thing I remember. My first memory. My first happiness. Nothing could go wrong. The world was new and it was all mine. The trees, the wind, the dirt, all of it.

   The next thing I remember is my mother, the alpha. Her dark grey fur and piercing blue eyes. I remember the way she talked to father. How she would go on and on about me. How smart I was. How clever I was. How we shared the same coat and eyes. How I would one day be alpha. Well, I was going to be an alpha. Before everything went wrong.

  I remember the running. I thought it was like every other run. That it was only for fun. That we would come back. That was until I saw the blood.

  Loud banging was heard throughout the forest, digging into the flesh of my pack. Father had just enough strength to hide me in the bushes, where my dark coat would blend in with the night. Where I would be safe from the banging.

  As I watched my mother’s eyes slowly fade dull and her fur colored red, I tried to stay calm. To remember my life. My pack. My name. To this day, the very thought of my name leaves a stinging taste in my mouth. I wanted to forget it. I wanted to kill it with the very same bang that killed my mother.

 When all was done, all I could do was walk away. I had no idea how to hunt. How to find shelter. How to live. How to hide. I knew I couldn't survive. I knew I would die.

 Three days went by before I decided to completely give up. Lying down in the dirt, I tried to forget everything that had happened. I tried to forget my pain and hunger and weakness. All I could do was cry. For hours, I lied there, sobbing. Until I heard footsteps.

 A wolf. With jet black fur and mustard yellow eyes. Carrying a badger in her mouth. She walked up to me, her claws shining in the moonlight. I watched them, waiting for them to sink into my soft flesh. But they didn't. I looked up into her eyes, begging her not to kill me. Instead, she dropped the badger to my paws. Shocked, I mumbled a thanks. She dipped her head down and said “M”. Then as quickly as she came, she left.

 I stood there for a second, wondering. I quickly picked up as much as I could and ran. That night, I stumbled upon an old cave and decided to stay there. I pulled off a small piece of the badger and stared up at the stars. That night, I started a brand new life. I remembered M and the badger, my signs of hope, and gave myself a new name.