rawr

Okies. Merp. So the season is done and... rawr. everyone is gone. merp... Muffinz feels... abondonedful *cries*

anywaysfulmerp. Happy end of the season for us... or Sad end of the season... butz anyways!!!! xDDD greatz year peoplez... rawr. Someone come back.

-Za Muffinz

And so, as the end of October approaches, the member of the Metrowest YMCA Stingrays all have the same thing resting in the back of their minds:


OUR FIRST SWIM MEET!!!!!!! :OOO

October 27-28 @ Acton-Boxborough HS. A US swim meet nonetheless.
THE PRESSURE'S ON. X198356293856we732358465googleinfinity. D:

I don't know what everyone else is thinking, but Katie is thinking that she's going to fail MISERABLY. D': She is BEYOND NERVOUS. LIKE BEYOND BEYOND BEYOND. MORE BEYOND THAN ANYONE CAN GET. :[[[[

She prays for herself everyday... that she'll be able to make it through the swim meet without dying. Dx Which is highly unlikely.

Anyways, that's the end of this dismal post. :((
ANYONE WHO CAN DEFINE DISMAL GETS BONUS POINTS. *COUGHJEFFREYFAILSATVOCAB*

Okay, good luck to everyone!!!
<3 Katie x937584320357to the nth power to the googliplex power. :]]

Why Must It Die?!?!?!?!

Ok, numero uno: WHY HAS NO ONE POSTED IN A MONTH!!!!!
This is a blog. Blogs are yummyful to write. This is random. But I don't care.

Did Alex forget about her blog? Maybe. And if she did, I'd be REALYREALLYREALLYREALLYREALLYREALLY Mad at her cause this is her blog and her responsibility. xD

So what happened in this wonderful month of Septembre? School has Started (for us Ashland ppl), Swim Team has started again, and we got a nice big break for Rosh Hashannah. Let's see... As for me, I have been to an asia party in out neighborhood. Made a pic with PSP, started writing another book and...

Other stuff that I'm not going to say here.

Let's see... Oh yes, I also believe that my ELA teacher hates me and thinks that I plagerised my Summer Reading Essay. Why do I think that? Because he spent the first week of school staring at me and waiting for me to make a "big" mistake to reveal that I plagerised my paper. Except I didn't.

Yah... SOMONE POST!!! ANYWHERE!!!!

-Za Muffinz

[ P r o l o g u e ]

Bumping this up so you can read it...still making changes to the other chaps, this one didnt have a lot wrong with it so I finished it first. Just a sort of heads up for you, if you really liked the story before [you probably didnt, I didnt like it all that much cept for Chap 2] email me and I'll see what I can do to keep it the way you want it.

Prologue

If you’re reading this right now, I probably have to clarify something for you: You don’t know us. You don’t know who the hell we are, and, as far as you know, we don’t exist. We’re figments of someone’s imagination, we’re holograms for all you care. We aren’t any of those, though. We are real people, just in a different reality.

Time is like one of those jewelry boxes with lots of compartments. Each of those boxes is a different reality, each reality is separate. They don’t mix, just like the jewelry in different compartments don’t mix. What is happening in my reality right now is not your concern, because it doesn’t affect you the slightest. What has happened in my reality has not changed yours. We’re separate people, to you.

It's different for me.

You got it easy compared to us, I mean.

You’ll get what I mean once you keep reading.

The point of this, this message, is like a heads up for you. Just so you know we exist. And that our world, our decisions, are not in our control. They’re in yours. I want you to know this so you don’t do anything stupid and bloody like the Iraq War again, because it'll end up a hundred times worse in our world.

WE are just kids. Charlie’s the oldest, the leader. He’s seventeen. Next is Mark, who’s fourteen and doesn’t talk much. His martial arts make up for it though. Trust me, you do NOT want to get in that kids way. I’ve seen him beat people up. Pretty freaky. Skylar’s fifteen and an amazing singer. I swear one day that kid is going to get a lead in a Broadway production. He’s the Settler of All Arguments. Mindy’s the youngest, she’s only eleven. She can’t talk, not since after the bombings. She’s a sweet kid though, really helpful when you need her. And me? I’m Maggie and I’m sixteen. I get to be the one who writes this instead of Charlie because I’m the one who cares the most.

Most of us are originally from LA. We didn't all live there, some of us were from other places in the US, all severly attacked, and probably still in ruins now. By some strange twist of fate, we all bumped into eachother in LA. I think it was fortunate that we all ended up together. Now, I don’t know how I would’ve survived without Charlie, Mark, Skylar and Mindy. I wouldn’t say they’re my kids, or Charlie and Mark are my siblings. We all grieve our biological families too much to feel that way, I guess. And Charlie’s turning eighteen real soon, so he’ll be a legal adult. We all take care of each other though. We look out for each other. A group I guess, of really close friends.

So, that’s us.

And, as a conclusion, I’ll say what all politicians say to teachers.

Our future is in your hands.

But this time, it actually is.

Signed,

Maggie

Charlie

Mark

Skylar

Mindy

school

Augh...school....NOOOOO...*melodramaticness*

I am working on editing the story...changing it to the 1st person....will work on it. I have a very busy weekend though; piano concert today, party tomorrow, Julia's birthday party the next day....

I love using ;. I dont even know what theyre called. But they look so posh.

I wanna live in Australia. I wish I were there right now. Even though its winter. But I dont care.

--Alex [[is overtired from 3 days of school]]

This is our Journey--Prologue

Yeah, yeah, all you faithful readers I know what youre thinking. You read the title and you're thinkin' "Hey! Alex wrote another chapter in the past day! Yay!".

No. I am NOT Wonder Woman, because 1, I can't write that fast, 2, I really have no idea what to write next and C, I don't parade around it a spandex bikini. Sorry guys.

I know this is sort of weird...that I wrote Chaps 1 and 2 before doing the Prologue...but this just hit me like last night so I typed it up real quick, edited it a lil and, well, here it is, I guess.

Story Banner
Chapter 1
Chapter 2

Prologue

If you’re reading this right now, I probably have to clarify something for you: You don’t know us. You don’t know who the hell we are, and, as far as you know, we don’t exist. We’re figments of someone’s imagination, we’re holograms for all you care. We aren’t any of those, though. We are real people, just in a different reality.

Time is like one of those jewelry boxes with lots of compartments. Each of those boxes is a different reality, each reality is separate. They don’t mix, just like the jewelry in different compartments don’t mix. What is happening in my reality right now is not your concern, because it doesn’t affect you the slightest. What has happened in my reality has not changed yours. We’re separate people, to you.

It's different for me.

You got it easy compared to us, I mean.

You’ll get what I mean once you keep reading.

The point of this, this message, is like a heads up for you. Just so you know we exist. And that our world, our decisions, are not in our control. They’re in yours.

I want you to know this so you don’t do anything stupid and bloody like the Iraq War again, because it'll end up a hundred times worse in our world.

WE are just kids. Charlie’s the oldest, the leader. He’s seventeen. Next is Mark, who’s fourteen and doesn’t talk much. His martial arts make up for it though. Trust me, you do NOT want to get in that kids way. I’ve seen him beat people up. Pretty freaky. Skylar’s fifteen and an amazing singer. I swear one day that kid is going to get a lead in a Broadway production. He’s the Settler of All Arguments. Mindy’s the youngest, she’s only eleven. She can’t talk, not since after the bombings. She’s a sweet kid though, really helpful when you need her. And me? I’m Maggie and I’m sixteen. I get to be the one who writes this instead of Charlie because I’m the one who cares the most.

We come from all different places in the U.S., all severely attacked, and many places still in ruins now. By some strange twist of fate, we all bumped into eachother in LA. I think it was fortunate that we all ended up together. Now, I don’t know how I would’ve survived without Charlie, Mark, Skylar and Mindy. I wouldn’t say they’re my kids, or Charlie and Mark are my siblings. We all grieve our biological families too much to feel that way, I guess. And Charlie’s turning eighteen real soon, so he’ll be a legal adult. We all take care of each other though. We look out for each other. A group I guess, of really close friends.

So, that’s us.

And, as a conclusion, I’ll say what all politicians say to teachers.

Our future is in your hands.

But this time, it actually is.

Signed,
Maggie
Charlie
Mark
Skylar
Mindy

This is our Journey--Chapter 2

[ IN THE PROCESS OF EDITING...or it will be once I finish Chap 1 ]