But the leader decided that the King would be further annoyed if they killed Seema, so it was decided that she would live.
Seema, of course, didn't realize that she could have been killed. She paced as far as the rope allowed her to go in one direction to as far as the rope would let her go in the other direction.
"I hope it doesn't have some kind of disease," one Grox was saying, but to Seema it sounded like "Grubble gonk gook gurk!"
"Hmmph!" she thought. "Well, those stupid Little Ones can do anything they like. I'm going to go home. NOW. Mom'll be upset if I don't."
To her surprise... actually, 'surprise' is an inappropriate word to describe what she was feeling then, it was more like life-threatening shock that made her body shake and her mind whirl.
So, to her life-threatening shock, the Flier changed course and swung back toward Semma's planet. She was cast back down... and, of course, found that those stupid Little Ones had put her on the wrong planet.
A creature looked at her curiously. "Why were the Grox just here?" it asked.
Seema groaned. She wasn't home. She was in an even worse situation.
Because happy endings don't happen in real life, do they?
Thursday, April 23, 2009
It's a bird! It's a plane! It's the Grox! 3
It all happened so fast.
One second Seema was staring at the Flier like the world was ending (and at that moment, it might have been) and the next she was floating in the sky. Floating might be the wrong word- she was rocketing upward at an alarming pace. But it wasn't until she looked down that she realized that she was moving at all. By that time it was too late to do anything, though, because suddenly she was inside the Flier and the hole that she had entered in was closing.
Seema was surrounded by these things- things with long ears and stone-type things around one eye. The other eye looked cruel but intelligent. Seema tried to stand, but at that moment the Flier lurched up and shook. Seema came crashing down again.
One of the creatures tried to put an intertwined collar-thing around her neck, but she pulled back. Another creature grabbed her and shoved the collar around her neck. Then she was tied to part of the Flier with a long cord that connected to her collar.
Seema glared at them. I hate them, she thought. I'm almost as tall as them and Mom was taller, but they're so much stronger than us! They need names. Hmm, I'll call them... Seema thought hard as she tried to think of something insulting. I'll call them the Little Ones! Good. Now they had names. Seema rested her head on her paws and closed her eyes. The swaying of the Flier was making her feel sick. She felt like she was going into shock. She didn't know what that meant, really, but once when she had fallen off the only cliff on the island and broken both her front legs and she felt really sick and dizzy but she couldn't feel any pain. This felt a lot like that, and since she was shocked she guessed that she was going into shock. That was the last thing she thought before she fell asleep.
Someone was shaking her. Seema shifted, unwilling to wake up. Sleep was too comfortable. But when the shaking turned into a hard whack she sat up and glowered at her captors.
They were holding something out to her. She growled at it. The Little One threw it on the ground next to her and stalked off. Seema stood up shakily and sniffed the thing. It smelled like rotten fruit, but she was hungry, so she ate it anyways. It was easier to walk now, even though the Flier still swayed.
The head Little One, the fat one, started speaking in words that Seema couldn't understand. But what the Grox (yes, they were actually the Grox) were actually saying was pretty interesting.
"This one is not like the one we got last time. Her fur is gold and her eyes are green. I'm certain it's a she. She has a terrible temper, but I'm sure that that's just because of the shock."
"But what will our King say?" another one demanded. "He wanted one that matched the descriptions of the one that we got last time." He looked at Seema. "Maybe we should kill it- I mean her."
One second Seema was staring at the Flier like the world was ending (and at that moment, it might have been) and the next she was floating in the sky. Floating might be the wrong word- she was rocketing upward at an alarming pace. But it wasn't until she looked down that she realized that she was moving at all. By that time it was too late to do anything, though, because suddenly she was inside the Flier and the hole that she had entered in was closing.
Seema was surrounded by these things- things with long ears and stone-type things around one eye. The other eye looked cruel but intelligent. Seema tried to stand, but at that moment the Flier lurched up and shook. Seema came crashing down again.
One of the creatures tried to put an intertwined collar-thing around her neck, but she pulled back. Another creature grabbed her and shoved the collar around her neck. Then she was tied to part of the Flier with a long cord that connected to her collar.
Seema glared at them. I hate them, she thought. I'm almost as tall as them and Mom was taller, but they're so much stronger than us! They need names. Hmm, I'll call them... Seema thought hard as she tried to think of something insulting. I'll call them the Little Ones! Good. Now they had names. Seema rested her head on her paws and closed her eyes. The swaying of the Flier was making her feel sick. She felt like she was going into shock. She didn't know what that meant, really, but once when she had fallen off the only cliff on the island and broken both her front legs and she felt really sick and dizzy but she couldn't feel any pain. This felt a lot like that, and since she was shocked she guessed that she was going into shock. That was the last thing she thought before she fell asleep.
Someone was shaking her. Seema shifted, unwilling to wake up. Sleep was too comfortable. But when the shaking turned into a hard whack she sat up and glowered at her captors.
They were holding something out to her. She growled at it. The Little One threw it on the ground next to her and stalked off. Seema stood up shakily and sniffed the thing. It smelled like rotten fruit, but she was hungry, so she ate it anyways. It was easier to walk now, even though the Flier still swayed.
The head Little One, the fat one, started speaking in words that Seema couldn't understand. But what the Grox (yes, they were actually the Grox) were actually saying was pretty interesting.
"This one is not like the one we got last time. Her fur is gold and her eyes are green. I'm certain it's a she. She has a terrible temper, but I'm sure that that's just because of the shock."
"But what will our King say?" another one demanded. "He wanted one that matched the descriptions of the one that we got last time." He looked at Seema. "Maybe we should kill it- I mean her."
Saturday, April 18, 2009
It's a bird! It's a plane! It's the Grox! 2
After a long day of taking care of her brother and sister, Seema was ready to kick back and relax. But before she did, she wanted to ask Calorg some questions. The Old One was crazy but he was patient and kind. She knew that he would relish in the fact that a yearling- a Paporlos that was almost grown!- would ask him about the Flier.
So as soon as she could, Seema escaped and ran to Calorg. "Calorg!" she called out.
She saw the old one raise his head. "Ah, yes, Seema," he said. "I'm very pleased to see you today." He had creepy eyes. They were so pale silver that they were almost white. Seema had been scared of him when she was little.
"Can... can you tell me about the Flier?" Seema began awkwardly. She rushed on. "Did you see the animals on it?"
A dreamy look came into Calorg's eyes and he nodded. "I did, Seema. Just barely. I saw two long ears and a glinting eye. That was all. There were two eyes, I guess, but I only saw one- and just a glimpse, mind you. But they looked intelligent." He sighed. "That was back when I was young, four years ago. Now I'm old and soon I'll be gone. But every day I think about the Flier and the strange thibgs on it. They weren't animals, Seema. They were something much more." Calorg folded one gray-white paw over the other. "Do you have another question, my dear Seema?"
"Do you think they might come back?" Seema blurted. Calorg studdied her with one eye. "Come back? Perhaps. I don't know. I may know a lot of things, but I'm completely ignorant when it comes to the Flier. Those beasts do as they please."
That didn't ease Seema's mind, but she said "Thank you" anyways, just to be polite. After all, she was tired from watching the little ones. They were always a pawful. Yes, that was it. She could think more about this once she had slept.
That night, a loud noise woke Seema. She rushed from under her den and looked into the dark sky. Pure horror overwhelmed her as she recognized it from Calorg's stories.
It was the Flier.
So as soon as she could, Seema escaped and ran to Calorg. "Calorg!" she called out.
She saw the old one raise his head. "Ah, yes, Seema," he said. "I'm very pleased to see you today." He had creepy eyes. They were so pale silver that they were almost white. Seema had been scared of him when she was little.
"Can... can you tell me about the Flier?" Seema began awkwardly. She rushed on. "Did you see the animals on it?"
A dreamy look came into Calorg's eyes and he nodded. "I did, Seema. Just barely. I saw two long ears and a glinting eye. That was all. There were two eyes, I guess, but I only saw one- and just a glimpse, mind you. But they looked intelligent." He sighed. "That was back when I was young, four years ago. Now I'm old and soon I'll be gone. But every day I think about the Flier and the strange thibgs on it. They weren't animals, Seema. They were something much more." Calorg folded one gray-white paw over the other. "Do you have another question, my dear Seema?"
"Do you think they might come back?" Seema blurted. Calorg studdied her with one eye. "Come back? Perhaps. I don't know. I may know a lot of things, but I'm completely ignorant when it comes to the Flier. Those beasts do as they please."
That didn't ease Seema's mind, but she said "Thank you" anyways, just to be polite. After all, she was tired from watching the little ones. They were always a pawful. Yes, that was it. She could think more about this once she had slept.
That night, a loud noise woke Seema. She rushed from under her den and looked into the dark sky. Pure horror overwhelmed her as she recognized it from Calorg's stories.
It was the Flier.
It's a bird! It's a plane! It's the Grox!
In Spore, the Grox are curious rabbit-like creatures that destroy your planets in a blink of an eye. I'm not kidding. Each of their spacecrafts has 10,000 health and had smaller 5,000 health ships orbiting it. So here's a little fiction that I thought up... hope you enjoy...
Planet Muk was a peaceful world. The trees were huge and shady, the plants dropped delicious fruit, and if it was really hot you could go swimming in the river. If it was really cold (which it hardly ever was), you could go swimming in the thermal pool. Of course, that was only on one island, but to the creatures living there it was the enitre world.
One such species was the Paporlos. An adult Paporlo would be about two feet tall with thin fur and silver or gold eyes. Their feet were small and quick. They didn't have many predators on the island because they could outrun all the carovores. The only thing that they had to worry about was the flying Zermps, but they rarely bothered them.
One day, a Paporlo named Seema was eating fruit when she heard the Old Ones telling little Amino and Rolora about the Flyer.
"And then the Flyer, a huge round object, swooped down toward the planet! A ray of light came down apon me and lifted me into its grasp! Then everything went black. The next thing I knew I was being lowered down onto our island."
Seema surpressed a sigh. Calorg had told this tale so many times that she had memorized it. Everyone knew that it was fake. Well, at least it seemed like it. A Flyer? The only flying thing here was the Zermps. They were big, but not as big as Calorg claimed the Flyer to be. Old Ones always exaggerated. Next he would be telling them that it was made of stone. Seema mouthed the words while he said them.
"But the Flyer was not flesh and blood! It was some kind of stone that I've never felt before! Smooth yet rough, warm yet cold. My foot felt it on the way down. When I looked up the Flyer was gone! Yes, truly gone! Seema, do you want to hear the story, too?"
Seema realized that she'd been staring at Calorg. "No, thanks," she said quickly. "I promised Mom that I would take care of Marna and Marnin." Knowing Calorg, he would stretch his story, making every detail into a whole sentence, and she would be therec all night.
He was at it again! "My pack came running to find me. I felt dizzy, so dizzy that I knew I would fall over if I stood up, so I lay there for endless minutes."
Seema stood up and walked away before he could capture her in the magic of his tale. Even though she'd heard it so many times, she liked to listen to Calorg. But she had to take care of her little brother and sister.
As she walked toward where they were playing, Seema thought about what might happen if Calorg's story really was true. It probaly isn't. But what if it is? What if the Flyer comes back?
Planet Muk was a peaceful world. The trees were huge and shady, the plants dropped delicious fruit, and if it was really hot you could go swimming in the river. If it was really cold (which it hardly ever was), you could go swimming in the thermal pool. Of course, that was only on one island, but to the creatures living there it was the enitre world.
One such species was the Paporlos. An adult Paporlo would be about two feet tall with thin fur and silver or gold eyes. Their feet were small and quick. They didn't have many predators on the island because they could outrun all the carovores. The only thing that they had to worry about was the flying Zermps, but they rarely bothered them.
One day, a Paporlo named Seema was eating fruit when she heard the Old Ones telling little Amino and Rolora about the Flyer.
"And then the Flyer, a huge round object, swooped down toward the planet! A ray of light came down apon me and lifted me into its grasp! Then everything went black. The next thing I knew I was being lowered down onto our island."
Seema surpressed a sigh. Calorg had told this tale so many times that she had memorized it. Everyone knew that it was fake. Well, at least it seemed like it. A Flyer? The only flying thing here was the Zermps. They were big, but not as big as Calorg claimed the Flyer to be. Old Ones always exaggerated. Next he would be telling them that it was made of stone. Seema mouthed the words while he said them.
"But the Flyer was not flesh and blood! It was some kind of stone that I've never felt before! Smooth yet rough, warm yet cold. My foot felt it on the way down. When I looked up the Flyer was gone! Yes, truly gone! Seema, do you want to hear the story, too?"
Seema realized that she'd been staring at Calorg. "No, thanks," she said quickly. "I promised Mom that I would take care of Marna and Marnin." Knowing Calorg, he would stretch his story, making every detail into a whole sentence, and she would be therec all night.
He was at it again! "My pack came running to find me. I felt dizzy, so dizzy that I knew I would fall over if I stood up, so I lay there for endless minutes."
Seema stood up and walked away before he could capture her in the magic of his tale. Even though she'd heard it so many times, she liked to listen to Calorg. But she had to take care of her little brother and sister.
As she walked toward where they were playing, Seema thought about what might happen if Calorg's story really was true. It probaly isn't. But what if it is? What if the Flyer comes back?
Friday, April 17, 2009
Why Save the Manatees?
I'm sure that most people know this, but I'll tell you anyway; manatees are an endangered species. In Florida there are some waterways that you have to go slower in, and that's because of manatees.
Manatees are my favorite animals. I was at a national park-type thing and I saw them being fed. They looked so cute- flapping their noses in protest when the feeder said that there was no more food. We saw two wild manatees swimming in the river. Let me tell you, I know why they're called sea cows.
Manatees are herbivores. They eat ocean plants and algae. Besides being cute, manatees are very important because of their diet. Anyways, someday if we don't protect them they'll be the kind of animal that when you say "These were alive when I was a kid!" your child or grandchild will say "Wow, you're old!"
Some people don't like manatees, fishermen in particular. They hate slowing down in the protected zones. A book that I'm currently reading, Dolphins, Whales, and Manatees of Florida; A Guide to Sharing Their World by John E. Reynolds III and Randall S. Wells expresses that pretty well like this:
"In some places in the world, marine mammals frequently become entangled in nets and other gear, damaging that gear and causing delays that frustrate fishermen, not to mention causing serious jeopardy for the marine mammals themselves."
Well, the fishermen can deal! I imagine that there's a few fishermen that feel bad when they see the marine mammals in the nets. Maybe, like, two hundred. Out of maybe a thousand! People care way too much about money nowadays. I mean, it's just paper that the government prints out, right?
So some people may ask, Why save the manatees? If someone asks you that, tell them that if they saw one they'd understand.
-Kayla, future marine biologist
Manatees are my favorite animals. I was at a national park-type thing and I saw them being fed. They looked so cute- flapping their noses in protest when the feeder said that there was no more food. We saw two wild manatees swimming in the river. Let me tell you, I know why they're called sea cows.
Manatees are herbivores. They eat ocean plants and algae. Besides being cute, manatees are very important because of their diet. Anyways, someday if we don't protect them they'll be the kind of animal that when you say "These were alive when I was a kid!" your child or grandchild will say "Wow, you're old!"
Some people don't like manatees, fishermen in particular. They hate slowing down in the protected zones. A book that I'm currently reading, Dolphins, Whales, and Manatees of Florida; A Guide to Sharing Their World by John E. Reynolds III and Randall S. Wells expresses that pretty well like this:
"In some places in the world, marine mammals frequently become entangled in nets and other gear, damaging that gear and causing delays that frustrate fishermen, not to mention causing serious jeopardy for the marine mammals themselves."
Well, the fishermen can deal! I imagine that there's a few fishermen that feel bad when they see the marine mammals in the nets. Maybe, like, two hundred. Out of maybe a thousand! People care way too much about money nowadays. I mean, it's just paper that the government prints out, right?
So some people may ask, Why save the manatees? If someone asks you that, tell them that if they saw one they'd understand.
-Kayla, future marine biologist
Saturday, April 11, 2009
Golfers
I am not making fun of golfers. But I just read a poem that my grandma e-mailed my mom, and that got my brain turning.
Okay, so golfers tend to get a lot of balls stuck in trees. And then they tend to wrap their clubs around the trees in frustration. You never really see soccer balls caught in a tree, and you only find baseballs stuck in a tree every once in a while. But if you ever climb a tree on a golf course or decide to go swimmig in the rivers (which I KNOW is against the rukes) I'll just say that you can start a golfball collection from what you'll find.
So here's a poem- and I'm just pulling it out from the top of my head, so it's probably not that good. Don't get your hopes up.
Today I took my bag to the course
The wind hit with incredible force
I thought that it might not be a good day
But I took out my club anyway
My first hit soared way out in space
(I thought I would hit someone in the face)
It careened toward the old oak
At first I thought that it was a joke
But as it got stuck in the branch
I thought that I would've been better off at the ranch
Because, you see, that I would be fined
For that was the ball that Tiger Woods signed.
Okay, I'm not a professional, but so what? Like I said before, I am not making fun of golfers so don't comment if you don't like it!
Okay, so golfers tend to get a lot of balls stuck in trees. And then they tend to wrap their clubs around the trees in frustration. You never really see soccer balls caught in a tree, and you only find baseballs stuck in a tree every once in a while. But if you ever climb a tree on a golf course or decide to go swimmig in the rivers (which I KNOW is against the rukes) I'll just say that you can start a golfball collection from what you'll find.
So here's a poem- and I'm just pulling it out from the top of my head, so it's probably not that good. Don't get your hopes up.
Today I took my bag to the course
The wind hit with incredible force
I thought that it might not be a good day
But I took out my club anyway
My first hit soared way out in space
(I thought I would hit someone in the face)
It careened toward the old oak
At first I thought that it was a joke
But as it got stuck in the branch
I thought that I would've been better off at the ranch
Because, you see, that I would be fined
For that was the ball that Tiger Woods signed.
Okay, I'm not a professional, but so what? Like I said before, I am not making fun of golfers so don't comment if you don't like it!
Thursday, April 9, 2009
Wasteland 2
Here is the continued version of Wasteland. I know that it is morbid but I've been getting hardly any sleep lately (you can thank my cat and dog for that!) so I've been in a bad mood.
Katie stared at the place that had once been her home. She had a sudden flashback to when she had been younger and was moving to this place.
"Look, there it is!" her dad shouted. Katie, age four, bounced along in her car seat.
"Where, Daddy, where?" she begged, straining forward to catch a glimpse of a huge, soaring mansion where she had expected they would live. Instead she saw a medium-sized, two-story house with a front yard to match its size. "Is that it?"
"Of course," her mother said. "You'll love it. The school is just down the road. You'll be five in two months. Won't school be fun?"
"I'll love school," Katie promised as her father pulled into the driveway. "I already love our new house."
A Big-Lots shopping cart was right in front of her. Big-Lots was half a mile away! What had the bomb done? She could see a chunk of a sign that said Hospi on is in big letters. Part of the Hospital sign. The hospital was 1,000 feet away from Big-Lots!
Everywhere Katie looked there was signs of her old life; a STOP sign from around the corner, Mrs. Sarmon's door with the stain-glass window, a school computer, a cat statue from the art place around the corner, part of the electric fence that surrounded the eerie government building, and, worst of all, her diary laying on the ground with a pen still clipped to it.
She knew that it was hers. She opened it and read the first page. My old life. It seemed so far away now.
A radio that appeared to still be working sat on the street corner. Or, at least, Katie thought that it was the street. It was hard to tell anymore. She tucked her diary into her viola case, zipped it, and started toward the radio.
A crowd of people were already gathered around it. There was some static, but then she heard "America, this is President Sparol speaking."
"Citizens of America, your county is in ruins. There was a nuke launch from an anonymous source. I'm sorry to say that America is not the country it once was."
Katie stood up, grabbed her things, and walked away. She didn't need to hear this. She didn't need to hear any of this.
Maybe, just maybe, I'll wake up soon and it'll be morning.
Katie stared at the place that had once been her home. She had a sudden flashback to when she had been younger and was moving to this place.
"Look, there it is!" her dad shouted. Katie, age four, bounced along in her car seat.
"Where, Daddy, where?" she begged, straining forward to catch a glimpse of a huge, soaring mansion where she had expected they would live. Instead she saw a medium-sized, two-story house with a front yard to match its size. "Is that it?"
"Of course," her mother said. "You'll love it. The school is just down the road. You'll be five in two months. Won't school be fun?"
"I'll love school," Katie promised as her father pulled into the driveway. "I already love our new house."
A Big-Lots shopping cart was right in front of her. Big-Lots was half a mile away! What had the bomb done? She could see a chunk of a sign that said Hospi on is in big letters. Part of the Hospital sign. The hospital was 1,000 feet away from Big-Lots!
Everywhere Katie looked there was signs of her old life; a STOP sign from around the corner, Mrs. Sarmon's door with the stain-glass window, a school computer, a cat statue from the art place around the corner, part of the electric fence that surrounded the eerie government building, and, worst of all, her diary laying on the ground with a pen still clipped to it.
She knew that it was hers. She opened it and read the first page. My old life. It seemed so far away now.
A radio that appeared to still be working sat on the street corner. Or, at least, Katie thought that it was the street. It was hard to tell anymore. She tucked her diary into her viola case, zipped it, and started toward the radio.
A crowd of people were already gathered around it. There was some static, but then she heard "America, this is President Sparol speaking."
"Citizens of America, your county is in ruins. There was a nuke launch from an anonymous source. I'm sorry to say that America is not the country it once was."
Katie stood up, grabbed her things, and walked away. She didn't need to hear this. She didn't need to hear any of this.
Maybe, just maybe, I'll wake up soon and it'll be morning.
Wednesday, April 8, 2009
Wasteland
The following story has been cooking in my head for a bit, so now I'm showing it to whoever finds time to read my blog. I must say that I got the idea off of my brother's blog, Dos Fugues (I think), so he gets some credit.
Katherine Taylor was walking home from band practice one day when she heard the bomb warning go off. She knew where all the bomb shelters were, since this was the year 2082 and people had to know these kinds of things. Even if she had been new to the neighborhood, a swarm of people moving in one direction would have been a big tip for her. She followed them and managed to cram herself into a small, dark, smelly hole in the ground.
Some of the people had flashlights, but all Katie had with her was her viola. She clutched it to her chest as she glanced around, hoping to see her parents. This was the closest bomb shelter to her house, but she didn't recognize anyone except for old Mrs. Ponsoby from down the street. Katie began to shiver with fear. Where were her parents?
Someone offered her a small flashlight. Katie gratefully took it and started to scan the faces. Most of the people's eyes were closed, so Katie shone it right onto their faces. Ah, Mr. Darnell and Patrick. Oh, my God! Lily! Lily was her best friend at school. When she turned her head and saw Katie, she ran over to her. They huddled against each other. Suddenly a huge noise rumbled across the town, louder than all the thunder she'd ever heard in her life combined.
BOOM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Katie clapped her hands over her ears. The boom died away, but she could still hear the sound of shopping carts, parts of buildings, and tables being blown every which way. The two girls hugged each other and squeezed their eyes tightly shut. After what seemed like hours, but was probably only about ten minutes, no noise came from outside. The people began to talk quietly among themselves.
"Katie," Lily whispered. "I know where your parents are, but I don't know where mine are. They were at The Wagging Tail, the new pet store, and they got into the shelter there. They took Whiskers and Patches with them. I'm glad that I don't own any pets, because I'd be worrying about them so much. My parents weren't at my house, and neither was Sam. I don't know where they are..."
"Your parents will be fine," Katie whispered, but she didn't know if that was true. She knew that many people wouldn't have been able to get into a bomb shelter in time. Maybe the bomb wasn't as big as it sounded, though. It probably was. However hard Katie tried, she couldn't think happy thoughts.
About an hour later, the latch was opened and the trapdoor swung away. Katie stood up, anxious to get outside. But what she saw made her want to crawl back into the bomb shelter.
Katherine Taylor was walking home from band practice one day when she heard the bomb warning go off. She knew where all the bomb shelters were, since this was the year 2082 and people had to know these kinds of things. Even if she had been new to the neighborhood, a swarm of people moving in one direction would have been a big tip for her. She followed them and managed to cram herself into a small, dark, smelly hole in the ground.
Some of the people had flashlights, but all Katie had with her was her viola. She clutched it to her chest as she glanced around, hoping to see her parents. This was the closest bomb shelter to her house, but she didn't recognize anyone except for old Mrs. Ponsoby from down the street. Katie began to shiver with fear. Where were her parents?
Someone offered her a small flashlight. Katie gratefully took it and started to scan the faces. Most of the people's eyes were closed, so Katie shone it right onto their faces. Ah, Mr. Darnell and Patrick. Oh, my God! Lily! Lily was her best friend at school. When she turned her head and saw Katie, she ran over to her. They huddled against each other. Suddenly a huge noise rumbled across the town, louder than all the thunder she'd ever heard in her life combined.
BOOM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Katie clapped her hands over her ears. The boom died away, but she could still hear the sound of shopping carts, parts of buildings, and tables being blown every which way. The two girls hugged each other and squeezed their eyes tightly shut. After what seemed like hours, but was probably only about ten minutes, no noise came from outside. The people began to talk quietly among themselves.
"Katie," Lily whispered. "I know where your parents are, but I don't know where mine are. They were at The Wagging Tail, the new pet store, and they got into the shelter there. They took Whiskers and Patches with them. I'm glad that I don't own any pets, because I'd be worrying about them so much. My parents weren't at my house, and neither was Sam. I don't know where they are..."
"Your parents will be fine," Katie whispered, but she didn't know if that was true. She knew that many people wouldn't have been able to get into a bomb shelter in time. Maybe the bomb wasn't as big as it sounded, though. It probably was. However hard Katie tried, she couldn't think happy thoughts.
About an hour later, the latch was opened and the trapdoor swung away. Katie stood up, anxious to get outside. But what she saw made her want to crawl back into the bomb shelter.
Monday, April 6, 2009
Some kind of virus
A very powerful computer virus was released on April 1st. It sends you lots of SPAM, hides your stuff, and conveniently blocks all the websites that tell you how to protect against it. That's one smart virus!
Evidently the only way you can protect against this virus is by installing all the updates on your computer. However you might still get it. Check out my brother's blog (Dos Fuegos) to learn more.
This is completely random and has nothing to do with my entry but I thought that Dos Fuegos meant "Two Muffins" but actually it means "Two Flames" or something like that.
So if one of those annoying update things pops up on your computer, click "yes" and hopefully save all of your hard work from being flushed down the computer drain!
-Kayla
Evidently the only way you can protect against this virus is by installing all the updates on your computer. However you might still get it. Check out my brother's blog (Dos Fuegos) to learn more.
This is completely random and has nothing to do with my entry but I thought that Dos Fuegos meant "Two Muffins" but actually it means "Two Flames" or something like that.
So if one of those annoying update things pops up on your computer, click "yes" and hopefully save all of your hard work from being flushed down the computer drain!
-Kayla
Saturday, April 4, 2009
List of Awesome Stuff
This is the stuff that I THINK IS AWESOME!!!!! If you don't agree then too bad!
-Kayla
- cats
- dogs
- chocolate
- computers
- X-box Live
- Halo
- Gears of War
- the Warriors series by Erin Hunter
- candy
- milk
- sugar
- LOTRO
- Spore
- allowance
- friends
- books
- sleeping
- ducks
- cows
- yellow sheep
- Chuzzle
- New Orleans
- Maine
- Mrs. Orr
- Mom
- Dad
- soccer
- Mrs. Gandy
- Mrs. Trew
- Puff the Magic Penguin
- YouTube
- pens
- pencils
- colored Kleenex
- movies
- TV
- tigers
- snow leopards
- printers
- miniatures
- squiggly marks
- paper
- paper hats
- hair clips
- rabbits
- Christmas
- Easter
- Halloween
- 4th of July
- my birthday
- glue
- snow
- winter
- summer
- no homework
- history
- plastic bags
- Kindergarten scissors
- speakers
- HD TV
-Kayla
100 things to do before I die (or more like 1,000,000) #2
Here's the second list. I've been thinking about this one for a while, and so I'm gonna show it to the world. Get ready, world!
1) Make a video on YouTube. Actually, I need an account before I can make a video. But if I do make a video, I know exactly what it's gonna be about.
2) Read 1,000,000 books. I'm not sure if I've already done this or not. But books are exciting things, and I love to read.
3) Go snorkeling on the Great Barrier Reef. I love water (see first list) and I love fish! Also, I want to see it before it's gone. Some people are saying that humans are destroying the reef so I want to go there as soon as possible!
4) Go skydiving. I don't know why I want to do that, I just do. It sounds dangerous, exciting, and extremely fun.
5) Go on the show Are You Smarter that a Fifth Grader and win. Does that show even exist anymore? I'm not sure. But I want to win the $1,000,000 prize or something they give out if you win- which brings me to my next thing.
6) Become a millionaire. I want to have enough money to supply my life's needs and wants. I want an easy life and I admit it!
7) Grow up. Yes, I'd like to grow up before I die.
8) Visit a chocolate factory. Chocolate is awesome!
9) Finish Chuzzle. That game never seems to end!
I'm not going to finish this list. You'll have to decide what you think my last wish will be!
1) Make a video on YouTube. Actually, I need an account before I can make a video. But if I do make a video, I know exactly what it's gonna be about.
2) Read 1,000,000 books. I'm not sure if I've already done this or not. But books are exciting things, and I love to read.
3) Go snorkeling on the Great Barrier Reef. I love water (see first list) and I love fish! Also, I want to see it before it's gone. Some people are saying that humans are destroying the reef so I want to go there as soon as possible!
4) Go skydiving. I don't know why I want to do that, I just do. It sounds dangerous, exciting, and extremely fun.
5) Go on the show Are You Smarter that a Fifth Grader and win. Does that show even exist anymore? I'm not sure. But I want to win the $1,000,000 prize or something they give out if you win- which brings me to my next thing.
6) Become a millionaire. I want to have enough money to supply my life's needs and wants. I want an easy life and I admit it!
7) Grow up. Yes, I'd like to grow up before I die.
8) Visit a chocolate factory. Chocolate is awesome!
9) Finish Chuzzle. That game never seems to end!
I'm not going to finish this list. You'll have to decide what you think my last wish will be!
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