HAHAHAHA.
I just realized something.
I like being boy-ish.
I mean, sure, I've always played with cars and played in the dirt. That's how I was when I was a child. I grew up with a twin brother and 5 other brothers. I had two sisters, but I rarely saw them.
But this all isn't the point. I realized in groups, I usually roleplay as males. In fact, every Clan I'm in they are all toms. Rabbitpaw, Stoneclaw, Rowanfur, Sparkfire, Stoneheart, Leopardfang, Lightclaw, and even in my own Clan I roleplay as mostly toms. I only roleplay as two she-cats.
And in Cross Academy, I have four boys and one girl.
Meh, nevertheless, it's much easier being a boy. Girls are too dramatic.
XD
Fair winds.
-Ala
Monday 30 July 2012
Friday 27 July 2012
Much Needed Talking
So, uhm, I doubt anyone still checks this blog. But hey, I created it to rant because that's what I tend to do. Well, erm, I took a long absense from blogger. I think almost a half a year? Well, it's been a hard year for me. A really hard year and I just need to let it all out, whether anyone reads it or not.
Let me start off from the last post I posted. It was about edits. Well, that's when I was really into The Vampire Diaries [y'know...my weekly/monthly obsessions. Then it was TVD] and roleplaying TVD. That was pretty fun until my internet was disconnected in August. From August on I didn't really do anything. Until November.
On November 14th, my fifteen-year-old cousin...died. He ended his own life and I was really close to him. Not as close as him and my twin brother, they hung out everyday, but we were still close. We've known each other since he was born. We're six days apart. We went to the same preschool and he was in my class in kindergarten and stuff. He was the reason I got kicked out of preschool. I threw sand in his eyes...I was a bad child. He was also, quite embaressingly, my first kiss. His older sister made us when we were four. But forget that.
I don't want to talk about how he died, but how it affected me. I've never told anyone, but it needs to get out. I guess I feel lonely and ignored. When my cousin died...my brother was the one who got attention. He was the one who everyone felt sorry for. Like he was the only one suffering. The thing is, I was to, but no one saw it. I didn't want anyone to feel sorry for me, and I didn't want attention, but I felt alone. No one understood how I felt. No one understood that I was so hurt about my cousin's actions. Especially my family. To get away from the pain, I blocked everything out. I didn't want anything to do with anyone and I stayed on my computer 24/7. My guy friend talked to me everyday. He was the only one I told about it. How I felt.
Well, one day my mom got so mad at me, I don't know what for, and she said things that hurt me. My older brother to. It was a week after the burying my cousin and I was still sensitive to things. I didn't eat, sleep, and I cried every night. But they didn't know. They didn't know the words they said would hurt so much. I ran to my bedroom, slammed the door, broke things, and than I didn't something I promised I'd never do because it scared me so much.
....I brought a razor to my wrist. I cut myself ten times. Making them look like cat scratches. Most of them I made so they were just red lines, but one of them...one of them was so deep it left a scar and is still visible. It still hurts to and that was half a year ago.
There, I finally said it to someone, if anyone is reading. If not, I don't care. I let it out. That's all I wanted to do. But I've promised myself I'd never do it again, and I haven't.
Even when I found out a girl, my friend, I went to school with since grade 4, killed herself. Or a guy who was like my uncle died.
Well, that's enough. I don't want to share anything else. But...thanks.
Let me start off from the last post I posted. It was about edits. Well, that's when I was really into The Vampire Diaries [y'know...my weekly/monthly obsessions. Then it was TVD] and roleplaying TVD. That was pretty fun until my internet was disconnected in August. From August on I didn't really do anything. Until November.
On November 14th, my fifteen-year-old cousin...died. He ended his own life and I was really close to him. Not as close as him and my twin brother, they hung out everyday, but we were still close. We've known each other since he was born. We're six days apart. We went to the same preschool and he was in my class in kindergarten and stuff. He was the reason I got kicked out of preschool. I threw sand in his eyes...I was a bad child. He was also, quite embaressingly, my first kiss. His older sister made us when we were four. But forget that.
I don't want to talk about how he died, but how it affected me. I've never told anyone, but it needs to get out. I guess I feel lonely and ignored. When my cousin died...my brother was the one who got attention. He was the one who everyone felt sorry for. Like he was the only one suffering. The thing is, I was to, but no one saw it. I didn't want anyone to feel sorry for me, and I didn't want attention, but I felt alone. No one understood how I felt. No one understood that I was so hurt about my cousin's actions. Especially my family. To get away from the pain, I blocked everything out. I didn't want anything to do with anyone and I stayed on my computer 24/7. My guy friend talked to me everyday. He was the only one I told about it. How I felt.
Well, one day my mom got so mad at me, I don't know what for, and she said things that hurt me. My older brother to. It was a week after the burying my cousin and I was still sensitive to things. I didn't eat, sleep, and I cried every night. But they didn't know. They didn't know the words they said would hurt so much. I ran to my bedroom, slammed the door, broke things, and than I didn't something I promised I'd never do because it scared me so much.
....I brought a razor to my wrist. I cut myself ten times. Making them look like cat scratches. Most of them I made so they were just red lines, but one of them...one of them was so deep it left a scar and is still visible. It still hurts to and that was half a year ago.
There, I finally said it to someone, if anyone is reading. If not, I don't care. I let it out. That's all I wanted to do. But I've promised myself I'd never do it again, and I haven't.
Even when I found out a girl, my friend, I went to school with since grade 4, killed herself. Or a guy who was like my uncle died.
Well, that's enough. I don't want to share anything else. But...thanks.
Saturday 22 October 2011
ALLO EVERYBODY!
I guess there's nothing up with me. The Shade dying bit was just me overreacting. Yes, I thought my cat was going to die, but I'm a drama queen. He was A-OK and I'm just a paranoid tard. Yes, a tard. Other then that, nothing's new I guess. I still hate my English teacher, I honestly can't stand her. My science teacher is an a-hole and I hate him, because well... I hate basically everybody! Yay!
I'm also in love with two new celebrities.. if that's what you want to call them. Thomas Dekker, from The Secret Circle♥ and Joey Rozmus from The Real World: Cancun. Well I'm more in love with Thomas Dekker's character, Adam Conant, more then the actual actor. Weird. They have two absolute different personalities. Adam is a sweet, protective, and loving guy, who also happens to love two girls. His girlfriend and the new girl. While, Joey is a jerk, he hates stuck-up girls, and he's sarcastic and rude! I love him still :3.
What I actually came to do was post pictures I have edited from my many (18) roleplay accounts! Here they are:
[Thomas Dekker as Adam Conant! ♥]
I'm also in love with two new celebrities.. if that's what you want to call them. Thomas Dekker, from The Secret Circle♥ and Joey Rozmus from The Real World: Cancun. Well I'm more in love with Thomas Dekker's character, Adam Conant, more then the actual actor. Weird. They have two absolute different personalities. Adam is a sweet, protective, and loving guy, who also happens to love two girls. His girlfriend and the new girl. While, Joey is a jerk, he hates stuck-up girls, and he's sarcastic and rude! I love him still :3.
What I actually came to do was post pictures I have edited from my many (18) roleplay accounts! Here they are:
Saturday 1 October 2011
Catching Up
Look, I know I haven't been active, and I know no one has been on this site. You know how I know? I'm magical.
Well, besides the fact that my teenage girl brain is disfunctional when it comes to the opposite sex, yes guys. It's all very confusing and I think I'm about to give up. Not saying I'm going to turn gay, just taking another break... maybe not as long as 3 years again.
Anyways I didn't come here to talk about guys.
I've also been busy with school. I'm in grade 10 [meaning I'll be 16 as of 2012 and I'll be able to go for my learners! YAY!] and I have a lot of homework.
I'm in French 10, Art 10, Science 10, and English 10. My french teacher is crazy... although he gives no homework. My art teacher is insane and loves me, I think I'm one of his favourite students. Today there was a 'drop dead date' and everything that we did that was overdue was due today, if it wasn't handed in, you got a 0. I told him [I don't expect you to do this. Ever. No lying!] that I forgot my sketchbook [something that was due] in my binder, which was at home. Although it was actually in my locker, I just didn't want to bring it to art class. I said this 'cause I didnt' do my sketchbook... My science teacher is from New Zealand and he has a heavy accent which makes it harder to understand the already confusing subject. He also says different words like 'holy doodle' and 'foggle your horse'. My english teacher... well I hate her. I don't think she likes me. Too make matters worse, my twin brother is in my class [first time since preschool].
That's it about school.
Oh yeah.
I think Shade's dying.
I mean, I probably told you about when I got him in January, a week after he was staggering around and the whites of his eyes were showing. Well he's staggering around and for a brief moment the whites of his eyes are showing. I know I'm being paranoid and it could be nothing, but I'm honestly scared for him.
I lost Binky, my first cat that I've had for 14 years, last year on September 2. I cried so much. I'm crying now actually.
Thinking if Shade won't make it. I'd be lost without him. He's like my son. He's my baby. And I love him. Although I got to be quiet, my brother's have to wake up early to go hunting and my mom's not home. She's staying over night with her girlfriend's. I hate the feeling that I'll loose him.
But I did wake up my oldest brother, he came upstairs, looked at him said 'He's fine!' and went back downstairs to sleep.
Well, I'm gonna go now.
My eyes are puffy, sore, my nose is stuffed, I can't breathe, and I'm pretty sure I'll have a panic attack soon.
Farewell for now.
-The very upset Alado..
Well, besides the fact that my teenage girl brain is disfunctional when it comes to the opposite sex, yes guys. It's all very confusing and I think I'm about to give up. Not saying I'm going to turn gay, just taking another break... maybe not as long as 3 years again.
Anyways I didn't come here to talk about guys.
I've also been busy with school. I'm in grade 10 [meaning I'll be 16 as of 2012 and I'll be able to go for my learners! YAY!] and I have a lot of homework.
I'm in French 10, Art 10, Science 10, and English 10. My french teacher is crazy... although he gives no homework. My art teacher is insane and loves me, I think I'm one of his favourite students. Today there was a 'drop dead date' and everything that we did that was overdue was due today, if it wasn't handed in, you got a 0. I told him [I don't expect you to do this. Ever. No lying!] that I forgot my sketchbook [something that was due] in my binder, which was at home. Although it was actually in my locker, I just didn't want to bring it to art class. I said this 'cause I didnt' do my sketchbook... My science teacher is from New Zealand and he has a heavy accent which makes it harder to understand the already confusing subject. He also says different words like 'holy doodle' and 'foggle your horse'. My english teacher... well I hate her. I don't think she likes me. Too make matters worse, my twin brother is in my class [first time since preschool].
That's it about school.
Oh yeah.
I think Shade's dying.
I mean, I probably told you about when I got him in January, a week after he was staggering around and the whites of his eyes were showing. Well he's staggering around and for a brief moment the whites of his eyes are showing. I know I'm being paranoid and it could be nothing, but I'm honestly scared for him.
I lost Binky, my first cat that I've had for 14 years, last year on September 2. I cried so much. I'm crying now actually.
Thinking if Shade won't make it. I'd be lost without him. He's like my son. He's my baby. And I love him. Although I got to be quiet, my brother's have to wake up early to go hunting and my mom's not home. She's staying over night with her girlfriend's. I hate the feeling that I'll loose him.
But I did wake up my oldest brother, he came upstairs, looked at him said 'He's fine!' and went back downstairs to sleep.
Well, I'm gonna go now.
My eyes are puffy, sore, my nose is stuffed, I can't breathe, and I'm pretty sure I'll have a panic attack soon.
Farewell for now.
-The very upset Alado..
Thursday 15 September 2011
Nothing But A Dream; Chapter 4: The Saving
Tum Tum's POV (Point of View)
I woke to the sound of Rocky and Colt talking. Colt seemed angered and Rocky frusterated.
Typical! I thought. Colt was always sarcastic and sometimes rude, causing Rocky to take quick action and act 'grow-up' just because he was the oldest out of us three. Sometimes it got annoying, Rocky acting like grandpa.
"What are you two talking about?" I muttered still half asleep. A bag of jellybeans what at my side.
"Nothing," Colt and Rocky said together as the spun around to glare at me.
"Well what did I do?" I asked innocently.
"C'mon let's just go get some pizza," Rocky muttered and Colt rolled his eyes and stood up. We all got on sweaters and grabbed our bikes. We began our short way towards the pizza parlor. Rocky seemed distracted and Colt seemed agitated. Whatever the two were arguing about they didn't seem happy.
The ride was akward and silent. "Does anyone want any jellybeans?" I politely suggested.
Rocky and Colt whipped around to look at me. "No!" They said together again and I shrugged. "I was just asking." My reply made Colt turn around again.
"Colt! Look out!" Rocky yelled and as Colt turned back around he was sent flying over his handle bars.
"Woah!" Colt yelped as he hit the pavement and rolled.
"Colt!" Rocky and I yelled together and got off of our bikes and went to see if our brother was alright. "You okay?" Rocky asked.
"Just great," Colt muttered and wiped himself off. His hands were scraped and there was a shallow cut on his cheek.
"Your bleeding," I noted and Colt wiped off his cheek, blood staining his hand.
"Oh well," was his reply.
Rocky and I sighed and we all got back on our bikes.
As the parlor came into view our hopes raised. We hadn't had pizza in awhile, we tried our best to eat healthy at Grandpa's cabin. We locked our bikes on the bike rack and went inside. We quickly ordered the pizzas and Colt and Rocky went to play the arcade games. I waited patiently.
"Number forty-five," The girl at the till said into the microphone. I immediatly jumped up and looked at the lady.
"That's me!" I grinned and she handed me a medium pepperoni pizza. "Thank you!" I said and went to enjoy my food.
After a few minutes the lady called into the microphone again. "Number forty-six," Colt perked up and left his game. He smiled politely to the girl and got his own small pizza.
Rocky was still involved in his video game as Colt and I enjoyed our pizza.
Ding! Ding! The bell from the door rang and three people walked into the pizza parlor. Colt and I turned to see who it was, clearly nosey. It was Ayla and her family.
"Hey guys!" She said with a bright smile and waved to us. Her parents said something quietly and went to order their pizza.
"Hi Ayla," I muttered through my mouth full of pizza.
Colt looked at me rolled his eyes and than turned his attention to Ayla. "You can sit down," He said and gestured to the seat across from him and beside me.
"Thanks," She said and sat down. A brief ringtone went off and Ayla looked in her father's direction. He was talking into his phone and he seemed stressed. Her dad looked at her mom, muttered something and than walked over to Ayla. "I'm sorry, duty calls. I'll see you tonight! I promise," He said and hurried off with the car.
Ayla sighed and looked down.
"What was that all about?" I said and recieved a sharp kick from Colt. "Ow!" I said and Colt glared at me.
"He isn't around much. He works for the FBI and I never get to see him anymore," She seemed upset.
"Our father works in the FBI too," Colt and I said together. "We understand."
"That's why we moved," Ayla said and looked at both of us with sad brown eyes.
Just than three men in black ski masks entered the parlor. Guns aiming at the innocent customers. "This is a robbery! Where's the money!" One of the men yelled. Colt and I looked at each other and customers gasped. The lady at the till began to tremble and Rocky was still involved in his game.
"Now!" The second robber called and the lady opened the till. The third robber leaped over the counter and pushed the lady down, taking the cash and stuffing it into a pillow case. Colt stood up and walked over.
"I don't think you should've done that," He said simply.
I sighed and Ayla looked at me. "He's going to get himself shot!"
The second robber aimed the gun around the parlor and everyone ducked. Everyone except for Colt and I and Rocky who was too busy with his game to notice.
"Well, well, well," The third robber leaped back over the counter and stood infront of Colt. "What do we have here? Kid, shouldn't you be in the sand box?"
"Shouldn't you be in jail?" Colt shot back and clenched his fists.
The man chuckled and looked back at his companions. "Who does this kid think he is?"
"The one who's going to kick your butt!" Colt yelled.
"I doubt tha-" The robber was cut off as Colt aimed a blow to his gut.
"Why you little-" He was cut off again as Colt kicked away the robber's gun and sent it skidding across the floor. He aimed another blow to the criminal's chest and than knocked his legs out from under him.
The robber crumpled in pain and stayed huddled. The second robber aimed his gun at Colt and was about to shoot when I ran over and kicked him where it hurts. "Aya!" I said and the robber bent down in agony. I aimed a blow to his head with my hand and he fell down. He seemed to be sobbing. "What a baby!" I said and froze when I heard Colt yell my name. The first robber was now holding Ayla as a hostage, a gun to her head as he backed slowly to the door. The stolen money in his hand.
"Rocky!" I yelled.
"What?!" Rocky grumbled and turned around. When he saw the two robbers on the ground and the other threatening to shoot Ayla he froze. He was directly behind Ayla and the man. He grinned and slammed down his hand on the mans collarbone, karate-chopping it.
The man immediatly let go of Ayla and she ran over to Colt and I.
Rocky used this to his advantage and elbowed the man in the face. The man swung at Rocky but he dodged and kicked him in the side.
Instead of trying to fight backagain the robber made a run for it, heading towards the door but the un-noticed sound of sirens could suddenly be heard and four police cruisers pulled into the parking lot, surrounding the pizza parlor. The robber dropped to the ground, surrendering. Three police men came inside and arrested the men. The sheriff came in as well and looked at Rocky, Colt, and I.
"You three stopped them?" He asked.
We all nodded.
"How? You're just kids!" He said with disbelief.
"They're ninjas," Ayla interupted with a smile. "They saved my life."
Rocky and Colt blushed and I rolled my eyes.
"Congratulations boy," The sheriff said and walked back out the door, the men groaning in pain.
Ayla watched and than turned her attention on us. "That guy would've killed me if it wasn't for you guys," She said.
"She's right," Ayla's mother said as she walked over. She had teary eyes, she must've been scared for her daughter.
"Oh it was nothing," I said shyly.
Ayla smiled and walked over to Rocky. She kissed him on the cheek. She then walked over to Colt and kissed him on the cheek, "What happened to you?" She said and touched his cut on his cheek. "Oh nothing, it doesn't hurt," Colt said, clearly trying to impress her.
Ayla giggled and than turned to me. "You're not kissing me!" I said and backed into a table. She advanced and kissed my cheek. "Bleh!" I thought.
I woke to the sound of Rocky and Colt talking. Colt seemed angered and Rocky frusterated.
Typical! I thought. Colt was always sarcastic and sometimes rude, causing Rocky to take quick action and act 'grow-up' just because he was the oldest out of us three. Sometimes it got annoying, Rocky acting like grandpa.
"What are you two talking about?" I muttered still half asleep. A bag of jellybeans what at my side.
"Nothing," Colt and Rocky said together as the spun around to glare at me.
"Well what did I do?" I asked innocently.
"C'mon let's just go get some pizza," Rocky muttered and Colt rolled his eyes and stood up. We all got on sweaters and grabbed our bikes. We began our short way towards the pizza parlor. Rocky seemed distracted and Colt seemed agitated. Whatever the two were arguing about they didn't seem happy.
The ride was akward and silent. "Does anyone want any jellybeans?" I politely suggested.
Rocky and Colt whipped around to look at me. "No!" They said together again and I shrugged. "I was just asking." My reply made Colt turn around again.
"Colt! Look out!" Rocky yelled and as Colt turned back around he was sent flying over his handle bars.
"Woah!" Colt yelped as he hit the pavement and rolled.
"Colt!" Rocky and I yelled together and got off of our bikes and went to see if our brother was alright. "You okay?" Rocky asked.
"Just great," Colt muttered and wiped himself off. His hands were scraped and there was a shallow cut on his cheek.
"Your bleeding," I noted and Colt wiped off his cheek, blood staining his hand.
"Oh well," was his reply.
Rocky and I sighed and we all got back on our bikes.
As the parlor came into view our hopes raised. We hadn't had pizza in awhile, we tried our best to eat healthy at Grandpa's cabin. We locked our bikes on the bike rack and went inside. We quickly ordered the pizzas and Colt and Rocky went to play the arcade games. I waited patiently.
"Number forty-five," The girl at the till said into the microphone. I immediatly jumped up and looked at the lady.
"That's me!" I grinned and she handed me a medium pepperoni pizza. "Thank you!" I said and went to enjoy my food.
After a few minutes the lady called into the microphone again. "Number forty-six," Colt perked up and left his game. He smiled politely to the girl and got his own small pizza.
Rocky was still involved in his video game as Colt and I enjoyed our pizza.
Ding! Ding! The bell from the door rang and three people walked into the pizza parlor. Colt and I turned to see who it was, clearly nosey. It was Ayla and her family.
"Hey guys!" She said with a bright smile and waved to us. Her parents said something quietly and went to order their pizza.
"Hi Ayla," I muttered through my mouth full of pizza.
Colt looked at me rolled his eyes and than turned his attention to Ayla. "You can sit down," He said and gestured to the seat across from him and beside me.
"Thanks," She said and sat down. A brief ringtone went off and Ayla looked in her father's direction. He was talking into his phone and he seemed stressed. Her dad looked at her mom, muttered something and than walked over to Ayla. "I'm sorry, duty calls. I'll see you tonight! I promise," He said and hurried off with the car.
Ayla sighed and looked down.
"What was that all about?" I said and recieved a sharp kick from Colt. "Ow!" I said and Colt glared at me.
"He isn't around much. He works for the FBI and I never get to see him anymore," She seemed upset.
"Our father works in the FBI too," Colt and I said together. "We understand."
"That's why we moved," Ayla said and looked at both of us with sad brown eyes.
Just than three men in black ski masks entered the parlor. Guns aiming at the innocent customers. "This is a robbery! Where's the money!" One of the men yelled. Colt and I looked at each other and customers gasped. The lady at the till began to tremble and Rocky was still involved in his game.
"Now!" The second robber called and the lady opened the till. The third robber leaped over the counter and pushed the lady down, taking the cash and stuffing it into a pillow case. Colt stood up and walked over.
"I don't think you should've done that," He said simply.
I sighed and Ayla looked at me. "He's going to get himself shot!"
The second robber aimed the gun around the parlor and everyone ducked. Everyone except for Colt and I and Rocky who was too busy with his game to notice.
"Well, well, well," The third robber leaped back over the counter and stood infront of Colt. "What do we have here? Kid, shouldn't you be in the sand box?"
"Shouldn't you be in jail?" Colt shot back and clenched his fists.
The man chuckled and looked back at his companions. "Who does this kid think he is?"
"The one who's going to kick your butt!" Colt yelled.
"I doubt tha-" The robber was cut off as Colt aimed a blow to his gut.
"Why you little-" He was cut off again as Colt kicked away the robber's gun and sent it skidding across the floor. He aimed another blow to the criminal's chest and than knocked his legs out from under him.
The robber crumpled in pain and stayed huddled. The second robber aimed his gun at Colt and was about to shoot when I ran over and kicked him where it hurts. "Aya!" I said and the robber bent down in agony. I aimed a blow to his head with my hand and he fell down. He seemed to be sobbing. "What a baby!" I said and froze when I heard Colt yell my name. The first robber was now holding Ayla as a hostage, a gun to her head as he backed slowly to the door. The stolen money in his hand.
"Rocky!" I yelled.
"What?!" Rocky grumbled and turned around. When he saw the two robbers on the ground and the other threatening to shoot Ayla he froze. He was directly behind Ayla and the man. He grinned and slammed down his hand on the mans collarbone, karate-chopping it.
The man immediatly let go of Ayla and she ran over to Colt and I.
Rocky used this to his advantage and elbowed the man in the face. The man swung at Rocky but he dodged and kicked him in the side.
Instead of trying to fight backagain the robber made a run for it, heading towards the door but the un-noticed sound of sirens could suddenly be heard and four police cruisers pulled into the parking lot, surrounding the pizza parlor. The robber dropped to the ground, surrendering. Three police men came inside and arrested the men. The sheriff came in as well and looked at Rocky, Colt, and I.
"You three stopped them?" He asked.
We all nodded.
"How? You're just kids!" He said with disbelief.
"They're ninjas," Ayla interupted with a smile. "They saved my life."
Rocky and Colt blushed and I rolled my eyes.
"Congratulations boy," The sheriff said and walked back out the door, the men groaning in pain.
Ayla watched and than turned her attention on us. "That guy would've killed me if it wasn't for you guys," She said.
"She's right," Ayla's mother said as she walked over. She had teary eyes, she must've been scared for her daughter.
"Oh it was nothing," I said shyly.
Ayla smiled and walked over to Rocky. She kissed him on the cheek. She then walked over to Colt and kissed him on the cheek, "What happened to you?" She said and touched his cut on his cheek. "Oh nothing, it doesn't hurt," Colt said, clearly trying to impress her.
Ayla giggled and than turned to me. "You're not kissing me!" I said and backed into a table. She advanced and kissed my cheek. "Bleh!" I thought.
Nothing But A Dream; Chapter 3: The New Neighbour
Rocky's POV (Point of View)
As we drove down our street we saw a huge moving truck parked across from our house. "Whoa," Colt and I said together.
Tum Tum was to busy eating a string of licorice.
A girl was talking to a man, probably her father.
She looked in our direction as we pulled into our driveway. Mom and Dad were already making their way over to the new neighbours.
Grandpa waved quickly to his daughter and his son-in-law before dropping our bags and ourselves off.
I got out and walked over to our parents with my brothers.
"Jeffrey. Samuel. Michael." My mom smiled when she spotted us. She was talking to a woman before she turned to see us. Dad was talking to the man the girl was speaking with moments before.
"It's Colt, Rocky, and Tum Tum. Remember?" Tum Tum corrected Mom.
"Of course Michael, I mean Tum Tum," Mom laughed.
All three of us hugged our parents.
The man coughed slightly, indicating he was still there. "Henry," the woman said.
"Oh! Sorry," Mom said and turned to the woman and man. "These are my sons. Samuel," she said gesturing to me. "Jeffrey," she said and put her hand on Colt's shoulder. "And Michael," Mom said and Tum Tum gave the two strangers a shy smile.
"Ayla!" The man called and the girl came over. Her brown eyes looked at me and my brothers curiously.
"This is Ayla," the woman said.
"Hi," I smiled.
"Hi," she said.
As the parents went to greet each other, Colt, Tum Tum, and I were left with Ayla.
"I'm Rocky," I greeted her.
"I thought you were Samuel," She said her eyebrows slightly pressed together, showing her bewilderment.
"Oh, those our are family names," Colt said.
"We are ninjas!" Tum Tum added.
"What are your ninja names?" Ayla asked, she seemed interested.
"Well, he's Rocky 'cause he's solid. I'm Colt 'cause I'm fast and he's Tum Tum 'cause... well, he'll eat just about anything," Colt said.
"Rocky. Colt. Tum Tum." Ayla said and pointed to one of us, remembering our names.
"We prefer to be called our ninja names than our family names," I added and she shot me a smile.
After a brief moment of silence Colt asked, "Are you new around here?"
The girl giggled and pointed in the direction of the house. The large moving truck still in the driveway, unloading furniture and other household items.
"Right," Colt said and looked down, clearly embaressed.
"How old are you?" I asked suddenly.
"Fifteen," She said. Cool! I thought. She's around my age!"I'm sixteen," I said and was interupted by Colt.
"I'm fifteen!" He said.
"I'm twelve," Tum Tum replied, not wanting to be out-done.
I rolled my eyes. Tum Tum was such a ham sometimes.
"D-are you going to go to our school?" I asked, letting my original question drop.
"Probably," Ayla tried her best not to laugh but all three of us could see it was hard to contain.
"Right..."I said and looked as oddly embaressed as Colt had been earlier.
"Ayla?" A woman, I guessed was Ayla's mom, called.
"Coming!" Ayla said and gave us a smile. "I'm sorry I have to help unpack. I'll see you later!" She said as she waved good-bye and ran over to help her parents and the movers unpack.
"She seems... cool," Colt asked and looked at me from the corner of his eye.
"Yeah.." I said and picked up my duffle bag. I walked back across the road towards our house. Colt and Tum Tum were whispering quietly to each other and Mom and Dad were trailing behind them.
I entered the house, walked up the stairs, and into the room my brother's and I shared. I threw my bag on my bed and sat down as Colt and Tum Tum entered the room. Colt threw his bag on his bed, the top bunk, as Tum Tum flopped down on his, the bottom bunk. I had a single bed to myself.
"What now?" Colt asked, it was obvious he was bored.
Tum Tum let out a long, exasperated sigh. "I don't know."
"We could go to the pizza parlor," I suggested.
"I want to go later," Colt said and turned around to take a brief nap. Tum Tum and I quickly agreed.
As we drove down our street we saw a huge moving truck parked across from our house. "Whoa," Colt and I said together.
Tum Tum was to busy eating a string of licorice.
A girl was talking to a man, probably her father.
She looked in our direction as we pulled into our driveway. Mom and Dad were already making their way over to the new neighbours.
Grandpa waved quickly to his daughter and his son-in-law before dropping our bags and ourselves off.
I got out and walked over to our parents with my brothers.
"Jeffrey. Samuel. Michael." My mom smiled when she spotted us. She was talking to a woman before she turned to see us. Dad was talking to the man the girl was speaking with moments before.
"It's Colt, Rocky, and Tum Tum. Remember?" Tum Tum corrected Mom.
"Of course Michael, I mean Tum Tum," Mom laughed.
All three of us hugged our parents.
The man coughed slightly, indicating he was still there. "Henry," the woman said.
"Oh! Sorry," Mom said and turned to the woman and man. "These are my sons. Samuel," she said gesturing to me. "Jeffrey," she said and put her hand on Colt's shoulder. "And Michael," Mom said and Tum Tum gave the two strangers a shy smile.
"Ayla!" The man called and the girl came over. Her brown eyes looked at me and my brothers curiously.
"This is Ayla," the woman said.
"Hi," I smiled.
"Hi," she said.
As the parents went to greet each other, Colt, Tum Tum, and I were left with Ayla.
"I'm Rocky," I greeted her.
"I thought you were Samuel," She said her eyebrows slightly pressed together, showing her bewilderment.
"Oh, those our are family names," Colt said.
"We are ninjas!" Tum Tum added.
"What are your ninja names?" Ayla asked, she seemed interested.
"Well, he's Rocky 'cause he's solid. I'm Colt 'cause I'm fast and he's Tum Tum 'cause... well, he'll eat just about anything," Colt said.
"Rocky. Colt. Tum Tum." Ayla said and pointed to one of us, remembering our names.
"We prefer to be called our ninja names than our family names," I added and she shot me a smile.
After a brief moment of silence Colt asked, "Are you new around here?"
The girl giggled and pointed in the direction of the house. The large moving truck still in the driveway, unloading furniture and other household items.
"Right," Colt said and looked down, clearly embaressed.
"How old are you?" I asked suddenly.
"Fifteen," She said. Cool! I thought. She's around my age!"I'm sixteen," I said and was interupted by Colt.
"I'm fifteen!" He said.
"I'm twelve," Tum Tum replied, not wanting to be out-done.
I rolled my eyes. Tum Tum was such a ham sometimes.
"D-are you going to go to our school?" I asked, letting my original question drop.
"Probably," Ayla tried her best not to laugh but all three of us could see it was hard to contain.
"Right..."I said and looked as oddly embaressed as Colt had been earlier.
"Ayla?" A woman, I guessed was Ayla's mom, called.
"Coming!" Ayla said and gave us a smile. "I'm sorry I have to help unpack. I'll see you later!" She said as she waved good-bye and ran over to help her parents and the movers unpack.
"She seems... cool," Colt asked and looked at me from the corner of his eye.
"Yeah.." I said and picked up my duffle bag. I walked back across the road towards our house. Colt and Tum Tum were whispering quietly to each other and Mom and Dad were trailing behind them.
I entered the house, walked up the stairs, and into the room my brother's and I shared. I threw my bag on my bed and sat down as Colt and Tum Tum entered the room. Colt threw his bag on his bed, the top bunk, as Tum Tum flopped down on his, the bottom bunk. I had a single bed to myself.
"What now?" Colt asked, it was obvious he was bored.
Tum Tum let out a long, exasperated sigh. "I don't know."
"We could go to the pizza parlor," I suggested.
"I want to go later," Colt said and turned around to take a brief nap. Tum Tum and I quickly agreed.
Nothing But A Dream; Chapter 2: The Lunch
Colt's POV (Point of View)
"Tum Tum!" I heard Rocky, my older brother say as my younger brother ate his sandwitch.
"What?" Tum Tum asked innocently.
Rocky rolled his eyes. "That was my sandwitch."
I chuckled. Tum Tum was the hungry one out of all three of us.
"Boys?" I heard my grandpa say.
"Yes, Grandpa?" Rocky asked as he put away his plate. Tum Tum had already devoured the sandwitch.
"I'm going out for awhile, I'll be back soon. I expect you'll have lunch by the time I'm back," Grandpa said as he walked out the door.
"Yes sir," all three of us chimed.
"Tum Tum, you cook," Rocky ordered. "I'll do the dishes when lunch is done and Colt can-"
"I'll practice on the dummy!" I said and bounded off outside. We were spending our weekend at our grandfather's cabin. He was Japenese and he new martial arts. He taught us everything there was to know about being a ninja.
"Colt!" I heard my brother, Rocky call after me but I ignored him. He was always trying to tell me what to do. He was always bossy. I soon made my way to the side of the house where a training dummy was tied to a rope and hanging from a tree branch. I aimed a blow just in the center of the chest of the dummy with my fist and the eyes lit up. A short ding went off and a smile crept onto my face.
I aimed another blow at the dummy, this time aiming for it's forehead. I smiled with satisfaction as my foot met with the hard cushion. Ding! Went the dummy and the eyes lit up with a red light.
After practicing for what seemed like hours I heard Rocky and Tum Tum calling me.
"Great," I sighed and wiped the sweat off my brow. I walked along the side of the cabin and entered, pushing the screen door away from me.
"Lunch is ready," Rocky said.
"I heard," I retorted and stood behind the dining table. I knew what was coming. A plate came sailing over to me and I caught it with one hand and set it on the table. Two more came flying towards me, over Rocky's head. I grabbed them both and set them on the table.
"Do you think Grandpa will eat?" I heard Tum Tum ask.
"Yes," Rocky said and and another plate came flying from where ever Tum Tum was. I caught it quickly and set it down where grandpa usually sat.
"Table's set!" I called and I grabbed a plate, just in time as spaghetti flew towards me. I caught it with the plate and set it down. After catching three more plates of spaghetti Rocky, Tum Tum, and I sat down to eat. We waited for grandpa to get back.
Beep! Beep! Beep!All three of our heads whipped to look at the large red lightbulb, flashing and making an alarm sound.
"Grandpa's back!" Tum Tum yelled and Rocky and I rolled our eyes. Rocky stood up to turn off the alarm.
"Boys!" Grandpa said as he walked in and sat at the table. "It smells delicious!"
"Thank you, Grandpa," All three of us coursed together.
"Colt didn't help!" Tum Tum said suddenly and I reached out a leg to kick Tum Tum.
"Ow! Colt kicked me!" Tum Tum said and I smirked.
"Colt, enough. Eat your lunch," Grandpa scolded and I sighed. I dug into my food as well as Grandpa, Rocky, and Tum Tum. "After we eat, I'm taking you back home."
"But Grandpa-" Whined Tum Tum, Rocky, and I.
"No buts!" Grandpa cut us off and ate his lunch. When we were finished I did the dishes. A punishment for not helping cook lunch. Without looking I threw the knives, forks, and spoons in the right containers. When I was finished cleaning the utensils I sent the plates sailing towards Rocky who decided to help me. He quickly placed them in the right cupboard.
"We're done," I said when we were finished.
Tum Tum came down from the spiraling metal stairs that led right to our beds. The attic where all three of us slept. He was carrying his duffle bag filled with Ding Dongs and other sorts of junk food.
"My bag's ready," He said sullenly. We always hated leaving Grandpa's cabin. We weren't allowed to practice ninja at home. Are dad didn't allow it.
Rocky gave me a quick glance before he leaped up the short metal stairs and went to grab his bag. I ran after him. I had packed my bag right after lunch. I came down the stairs and made my way outside. Tum Tum was already sitting in Grandpa's convertable. A chocolate bar shoved into his mouth.
Rocky placed his bag in the back and took the passenger seat. I sat down next to Tum Tum in the back and together we waited for grandpa.
Grandpa soon appeared in the doorway. He closed and locked his door and waddled to the car. He sat down and started the engine. Tum Tum, Rocky, and I exchanged looks. We didn't want to leave. We pulled out of the driveway and across the small red bridge that slightly towered over a small brook.
Good-bye ninja training, I thought sadly as we got onto the main road.
"Tum Tum!" I heard Rocky, my older brother say as my younger brother ate his sandwitch.
"What?" Tum Tum asked innocently.
Rocky rolled his eyes. "That was my sandwitch."
I chuckled. Tum Tum was the hungry one out of all three of us.
"Boys?" I heard my grandpa say.
"Yes, Grandpa?" Rocky asked as he put away his plate. Tum Tum had already devoured the sandwitch.
"I'm going out for awhile, I'll be back soon. I expect you'll have lunch by the time I'm back," Grandpa said as he walked out the door.
"Yes sir," all three of us chimed.
"Tum Tum, you cook," Rocky ordered. "I'll do the dishes when lunch is done and Colt can-"
"I'll practice on the dummy!" I said and bounded off outside. We were spending our weekend at our grandfather's cabin. He was Japenese and he new martial arts. He taught us everything there was to know about being a ninja.
"Colt!" I heard my brother, Rocky call after me but I ignored him. He was always trying to tell me what to do. He was always bossy. I soon made my way to the side of the house where a training dummy was tied to a rope and hanging from a tree branch. I aimed a blow just in the center of the chest of the dummy with my fist and the eyes lit up. A short ding went off and a smile crept onto my face.
I aimed another blow at the dummy, this time aiming for it's forehead. I smiled with satisfaction as my foot met with the hard cushion. Ding! Went the dummy and the eyes lit up with a red light.
After practicing for what seemed like hours I heard Rocky and Tum Tum calling me.
"Great," I sighed and wiped the sweat off my brow. I walked along the side of the cabin and entered, pushing the screen door away from me.
"Lunch is ready," Rocky said.
"I heard," I retorted and stood behind the dining table. I knew what was coming. A plate came sailing over to me and I caught it with one hand and set it on the table. Two more came flying towards me, over Rocky's head. I grabbed them both and set them on the table.
"Do you think Grandpa will eat?" I heard Tum Tum ask.
"Yes," Rocky said and and another plate came flying from where ever Tum Tum was. I caught it quickly and set it down where grandpa usually sat.
"Table's set!" I called and I grabbed a plate, just in time as spaghetti flew towards me. I caught it with the plate and set it down. After catching three more plates of spaghetti Rocky, Tum Tum, and I sat down to eat. We waited for grandpa to get back.
Beep! Beep! Beep!All three of our heads whipped to look at the large red lightbulb, flashing and making an alarm sound.
"Grandpa's back!" Tum Tum yelled and Rocky and I rolled our eyes. Rocky stood up to turn off the alarm.
"Boys!" Grandpa said as he walked in and sat at the table. "It smells delicious!"
"Thank you, Grandpa," All three of us coursed together.
"Colt didn't help!" Tum Tum said suddenly and I reached out a leg to kick Tum Tum.
"Ow! Colt kicked me!" Tum Tum said and I smirked.
"Colt, enough. Eat your lunch," Grandpa scolded and I sighed. I dug into my food as well as Grandpa, Rocky, and Tum Tum. "After we eat, I'm taking you back home."
"But Grandpa-" Whined Tum Tum, Rocky, and I.
"No buts!" Grandpa cut us off and ate his lunch. When we were finished I did the dishes. A punishment for not helping cook lunch. Without looking I threw the knives, forks, and spoons in the right containers. When I was finished cleaning the utensils I sent the plates sailing towards Rocky who decided to help me. He quickly placed them in the right cupboard.
"We're done," I said when we were finished.
Tum Tum came down from the spiraling metal stairs that led right to our beds. The attic where all three of us slept. He was carrying his duffle bag filled with Ding Dongs and other sorts of junk food.
"My bag's ready," He said sullenly. We always hated leaving Grandpa's cabin. We weren't allowed to practice ninja at home. Are dad didn't allow it.
Rocky gave me a quick glance before he leaped up the short metal stairs and went to grab his bag. I ran after him. I had packed my bag right after lunch. I came down the stairs and made my way outside. Tum Tum was already sitting in Grandpa's convertable. A chocolate bar shoved into his mouth.
Rocky placed his bag in the back and took the passenger seat. I sat down next to Tum Tum in the back and together we waited for grandpa.
Grandpa soon appeared in the doorway. He closed and locked his door and waddled to the car. He sat down and started the engine. Tum Tum, Rocky, and I exchanged looks. We didn't want to leave. We pulled out of the driveway and across the small red bridge that slightly towered over a small brook.
Good-bye ninja training, I thought sadly as we got onto the main road.
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