Tuesday, March 24, 2009

Or So help Me...

I will ground you for a month!* You know, I really would if I had the authority to. My Brother Cody has neglected his blog! That's right, BLOG. He has two, but I just noticed that with the ultimately more interesting one, he hasn't posted. There are 3 measly posts on a blog that has been around for about 6 months! Sheesh, what is he thinking? I saw on a blog list that it says, "TMI, BRB, IDK, and other IML. Last Post: Infection time. Posted over 3 Months ago." THAT IS EXACTLY WHAT I MEAN! IF HE DOESN'T POST,WHY DOES HE HAVE A BLOG? Maybe I should go ask him that with a toy fishing rod with a disk on the end, poised to strike.

*This Quote is from The Incredibles.

Friday, March 20, 2009

That's it!

Next time, I drive!* No, not really. I don't have my licence, because I am only 12. Actually, I'm pushing the limit as it is. I posted that I wouldn't post without getting a comment. I posted the science camp post without getting a comment on the other post. This is for real. I do not like posting without getting a comment, as that goes against my label, which says on the last posts, "O people who liked it enough to comment". I really want a comment telling how people like my prologue. Please Comment!

*Another Quote from Hercules

Monday, March 16, 2009

Hey, 2 words.

Duck. Heh heh, I still have Hercules on the brain. Actually, the two words are... Unbelievable! That's one word. 2 words, Unbelievably strange. My commandment does not apply to only slushie cups. I'll get to that. Me and Cody were allowed to go on a 6th grade field trip to prescott pines camp. We stayed there for 3 days, and it was called, Science Camp. When we first started out, we got on the bus for what was to be the worst bus ride of my life! Everyone was screaming, Noel was screaming, Nathan was screaming, Zach Murhoffy was screaming, did I mention everyone was screaming? Luckily, I had my trusty 267 page book to read on the road. I am terribly scared of heights, so I kept my eyes off the roads the whole time. We passed the Arizona Ostrich festival, too. When we finally got there, the bus was a mess. I was one of four people who helped clean up the bus afterwards. It turns out that instead of individual cabins, like they had for the girls, the guys all shared one big hotel-like building, with different rooms. When we were all moved in, we started to explore the camp. I learned one thing that first day, they made a smart move when they put soda machines there. People were just swarming to them every day. I saw that there was also coffee in the dining hall, but they said at orientation that we weren't allowed to drink it. Orientation wasn't until 2:00, and we arrived at 1:30. So we had an entire half-hour before it was officially camp business. When it was time, we went in and played an indoor scavenger hunt. Only one person selected by the camp directors could give the object for judgement. Some of the items were: The biggest ball of pocket lint, the tallest person, the oldest penny, the smelliest shoe, (The judge almost fainted, but our team won.), a paper airplane, (we had one immediately because one of our members was making it during the game.), and the biggest shoe. When we were done, we went orienteering. That was the most boring course I had ever seen! You could practically run around looking for the targets! When we were done, we went to the zip line. There were three, but because 2 people were 11 in our group, we only went on the smallest one! We went to dinner, and it was delicious! We had pasta, pizza, and chicken nuggets, (One kid named Lawrence is just crazy about them, so he took WAY more than 3 nuggets.) We had Ice Cream for dessert, and fruit punch for drinks. We practiced our skits for the next day after dinner, then we had our night activity, the director's version of Mission Impossible, which is nothing like the one I know about. I call it flash-and-seek. A director hides, and we take flashlights to look for him. He has a flashlight, and can send a short burst of light to tag a person. They have to run back to another director, tag him, then they're back in the game. I didn't see who won, but apparently a kid named Taylor did, so he got 3 "Bear Bucks" to spend at the snack bar. We got some small stuff in the snack bar, then went back to our cabin. I learned one more thing that day. NEVER, under any circumstances, let James Garcia have a Vault energy drink. He was just EXTREME last night. I have never seen anyone more crazy than that. (I can see a comment now from my mom, saying, "If you've never seen anyone that crazy, then you've never seen yourself!") When we woke up, it was still one hour before breakfast, so we just fooled around. We had a nice breakfast of pancakes, opossum bacon, (Whatever that is), and hard boiled eggs! Blech! We also had cereal. When we were finished, we did something called the Challenge Course. I did something called the trust fall, where everyone links arms to catch a person falling off a platform, but if they bend it doesn't work. I bent, because I always do. It's just a reflex. After we did the trust fall, we went to archery. I got a straight bulls-eye! We also went on a hike and saw an abandoned mine. We had dinner, it was our turn for Kitchen Patrol, but Me, Cody, and 2 other people didn't have to because we helped clean up the bus, and then we did skits. Ours was this: J.C Penny: A guy is standing, minding his own business, wehn a gangsta comes up. The guy asked where he got his hat, and the gangsta says he got it from J.C Penny. Another Spy comes up and says he got his shirt from J.C Penny. Same thing happens with a large duck and pants. They all start talking, when a voice says, "Hey, Come back!" and the gangsta, spy, and duck all run away, with a guy in a towel chasing them. The one remaining guy says, "Who are you?", and the reply is, "I'm J.C Penny!" I was brave enough to be J.C Penny! All the girls were pulling there shirts over their eyes, and everyone was screaming. Most of the boys were giving me the thumbs up sign afterward. We went to the campfire afterward and made smores, went on a spooky hayride, bought stuff at the snack bar and played dodgeball. Here's why my commandment does not only apply to Slushies. We were riding on the hayride, and I had a soda in between my legs. We stopped abruptly, causing the whole cup to splash all over the floor! I just couldn't believe it! When we got up the next morning, we had breakfast, then we went to play a Human Foosball tournament. Our team made it to the Finals!! We had lunch, and then we just sat around waiting for the bus to come. We rode back to school on a quieter bus, then Me and Cody rode home on another bus with all our stuff. That about sums up our week last week, and I wish that we could do it again.

Friday, March 13, 2009

This is it!

This is what i've been looking for! I'll go to the Temple of Zeus and... and, I have Hercules on the brain again. Oh well. Anyway, this is it, the ultimate prologue to totally Sci-Fi novel that seems like magic. Enjoy!
What’s Your Name?
The First Book in the Chronicles of LawSonandra

By Jonah Byers

Prologue
All was quiet in Lawsonandra, meaning “Land of Names” in the Langsonandra, or “Language of Names”. Not a sound could be heard, not even by the SonanFeenra, a type of wolf, bright blue in color. Only one person in the whole empire was up, and that was the queen herself, SonanBeeta, a fair woman still in her teens. She was not a special looking person, but not ugly either. She did have her share of wonderful features though. Her hair was a silky shade of blonde, the kind that just seems to enchant every boy who sees it. Her eyes were the color of the sea on a sunny day, the beautiful green that seems to wash away all your troubles when they look at you. Hey, I could go all day making metaphors about her, but I won’t. I loving her is not an excuse to ruin this story. She moved as swiftly as possible, not even making enough sound that a dog could hear. As she passed her parents’ room, she halted, whispering something as soft as a beating wing, “Goodbye”, and then she was gone. She reached her destination, the SonanTrotana, the dungeon. Rats scattered as her bare feet patted against the wet ground. Groans of sorrow could be heard all throughout the dungeon as prisoners saw her walk by them, no longer hoping that she was coming to free them. Other groans could be heard as she found a certain door, carved out of SonanRonwey, or Redwood. These groans were also creaks as the old door sprang open. As she pulled out an object of immense importance, a voice as dark as the bottom of the sea said, “Well, my little queen, what are you doing with that?”
Her voice, as melodious as a harp, replied “Well, if it isn’t my old adversary, SonanTratcher. I thought I got rid of you, the ‘Most Feared Assassin’, Bah! The only person I sent to find you was a lonely scout, and came back out with only a splinter from his javelin smashing. That, and you, beat up so much you looked like applesauce! All the thieves in this thought so high of you, then their hopes were shattered just my scout’s javelin. That is what has become of the so-called ‘Most Feared Assassin’. Hah!”
The assassin’s eyes burned with a fire that was dormant for many years.
“You will pay for mocking me, O queen!”
He lunged at her, knocking her out but failing to achieve his objective, stealing the glowing blue orb she held in her pale hands. It had disappeared in a flash of pale yellow. “NOOOOOOO! Master, Please forgive me! She used the SonanTratona!”
The SonanTratona is the Transport Command, a group of words used to transport an object straight to a point of power in the palace. SonanBeeta had chosen to transport the orb to her parent’s room. The SonanTratona can only be harnessed by the royal family, for they alone know the secret. SonanTratcher had learned of it in his days as an assassin, working for the same master he was wailing to now.
A voice could be heard, echoing all around the room, but no one was there to claim it.
“FOOL! You thought you could overrun the queen, the only person who could’ve given us what we need! The SonanPreonnos she transported was the only one of full power, but we will have to do without it. Take this SonanPreonnos, and speak the SonanWreonno.”
The mysterious voice from nowhere was suddenly accompanied by a sickly green glow. The glow flashed pale green, then the color was glowing from another SonanPreonnos, and the glow was returned to it’s original green color. The assassin obeyed, and spoke the unheard-of command. He immediately grew rigid, and his essence was drawn into the SonanPreonnos. It flashed green, then vanished.
Relieved in the presence of no one, the glow transformed itself into a deranged looking man. His face was a mottled yellow, half his mouth was stuck tight, and his nose was nothing but a stub. But the worst were the eyes. His eyes were missing, nothing but two green gashes, infectious wounds inflicted by the queen herself. He heaved a sigh of relief.
“Aah, to be in a body again. I’ve quite forgotten what it felt like. But it is not to last. The SonanPreonnos’ leftover energy from SonanWreonnos, World-Hopping, is enough to give me a body until NOW! Aah hah hah. AAH HAH HAH!” He laughed with such evilness that the rats scurried away and the water seemed to dry up. He vanished from view and became a cloud of green light once again.