People who can't have suger........ what's with that
Things that go up but don't come down...................Whats with that
M.A. rated TV shows on in the middle of the day...........What's with that
Stuff that looks goood on TV but sucks in real life........... What's up with that.
The Simpsons were the same cloths everyday........What's with that.
Cartoons charecters ust pull stuff out of the back of there pockets........ What's up with that.
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Thursday, February 11, 2010
Tuesday, January 19, 2010
Ok so I know that not many people are following my blog, but that will soon change. I sent an email to all my contacst but for ome reason it came up with postmaster something. If anyone can tell me how to stop that from happening please tel me. Well thats my lat post.BYEBYE.
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Wednesday, January 13, 2010
Zack Speak the underground city
So this is my story tht I'm writing. If you don't no what it's called just look at the title. Anyway. READ.
Chapter One
The beginning
‘Your corned Mr Speak.’ The voice said. ‘And your little friends are as well. Zack looked over and saw the man’s helper tying Jeremy and Natasha to a chair. Trapped with a gun to his head Zack struggled to free himself. He hadn’t known Natasha and Jeremy for very long but it felt like he known them forever.
‘Don’t move Zack.’ The man said. ‘Or I’ll blow your brains out.’ The man went over and tied Zack to a chair and gagged Zack’s mouth. ‘Know you have two choices.’ The man said. ‘To torch this wood cabin down with fire... or blow it up with you in it with a bomb.’
‘Myrrh.’ Zack mumbled.
‘What was that Mr Speak?’ The man said with a smile on his face. ‘Both. OK. Whatever you say.’ The man laughed an evil laugh and lit a match. He dropped on the wood and he then set a bomb to explode in ten minutes.
‘If the fire doesn’t kill you first. Then the bomb will.’ His gang walked out and laughed. Jeremy tried to stand up but he couldn’t. Jeremy didn’t have his mouth gagged.
‘Well guys. I guess this is the end.’ Natasha’s mouth wasn’t gagged and said the most unusually thing.
‘Zack. Sweetie wake up.’ Zack’s brained boggled and he woke up on a plane thing with his parents next to him. His little 7 year old brother was being a brat as usually. He was driving his car on Zack’s head.
‘Quit it Nathan, you brat.’ Jeremy said. His older sister took Nathan side as she does every time. ‘Zack. Don’t pick on Nathan.’ Nathan ran behind Kelsey and poked his tongue out at Zack and quoted, ‘Yeah Zack. I didn’t do anything.’
‘Oh shut up Nathan.’ Zack said and looked out the window. Landing down in J.F. Kennedy airport was a little bit bumpy. Zack’s dad had gotten a job as a military security guard for Barrack Obama and they lived right near the white house. Zack thought about the dream that he had just had and was a bit scared.
A few weeks ago Zack had a dream that his Dad would get this job in Washington. It came true. He also dreamed that he got an A plus on his math test that he hadn’t studied for. It came true. And know this dream. Being trapped in a log cabin with two kids named Jeremy and Natasha. It was just a bit creepy. But he didn’t worry about it. That night in Zack’s new house he got to sleep easily and had another dream. And this one he had to worry about.
13 year old Zack Speak didn’t have a reputation of having a “good’ first day of school. In his dream he slipped on a banana peel. Was blackmailed to eat a chilly by the bullies. And Zack, who was from Canada had never learned Spanish before had a Spanish test.
Zack woke up to the sound of his alarm. Put on his glasses. Got dressed and got ready. Zack lived right near the school so he walked with his Nathan who was in grade two. He knew this was going to be a bad day from the beginning when he met the principal. A little lady with black hair was the principal.
‘Hello there you boys must be Zack and Nathan Speak.’ The principal said.
‘Please to meet you.’ Zack said shook her hands and nudged Nathan. ‘Nathan. Don’t you have anything to say to the principal?’ He whispered.
‘Yeah. You’re an old hag with bad breath and stinky hair. You have old clothes. And just to let your hair no, this isn’t the 70’s. Get that stupid headband out of your hair.’
‘NATHAN TIMOTHY SPEAK!!!!!!’ His mum yelled at him. His mum was called into the school and as Zack walked out he had totally forgot about the dream. But when he walked into class he slipped on a banana peel that the fallen over garbage can had left. The whole class laughed. His dream was coming true. His first class was Spanish and the teacher said.
‘OK everybody. I hope you studied over the school brake. It’s time for the test.’ The teacher handed out the test and Zack had no idea what it said. The bell finally rang and Zack rushed out and ran into the cafeteria. He got in line and got his food. He sat down at a table by himself. A gang of kids sat down beside him. They were laughing a laugh that Zack thought was a good laugh but it wasn’t.
‘Hey.’ One kid said. ‘Who are you?’
‘I’m Zack Speak.’ Zack answered. ‘I’m new here.’
‘Well then.’ Another kid said. ‘Fresh meat.’
‘W-W do you mean “FRESH MEAT” guys.’ Zack said.
‘We mean. Eat this chilly or we pick on you for the rest of your miserable life.’
‘You no.’ Zack said. ‘In my country. Blackmail is against the law. And if you don’t no what country I’m from its CANADA. C-A.... Well it’s probably too hard for you to understand.’
A group of kids circled around them.
‘OOOOOOOOOOOOH.’ The kids said.
‘Eat the DAM CHILLY’ the guy said.
‘Make ME!’ Zack said.
One of the bullies ran around the back of Zack and held his hands behind his back. The other bully opened Zack’s mouth. And the leader dropped the chilly into Zack’s mouth. A burning taste went onto Zack’s mouth and he screamed. He had had enough bullying for his whole life. He just got bullied. Now he was about to come a bully.
He kicked the guy holding his hands behind his back in the guys crouch and spat in his face. The crowd gasped. He punched the person holding his mouth open in his gut. And the leader. He punched him in the face and old schooled him onto the table. Zack finished him of with a spit in the face.
Later reports show that Professor Niles, Natasha Niles and Jeremy Black were the last people to go missing in Lake Light ling in Ingonish Canada. Jeremy’s parents report ‘Later....’ The TV sound was a blur to Zack. He was thinking about the article. How the name Jeremy and Natasha were mentioned. The news how the name Jeremy and Natasha were mentioned. The dream. The dream thought Zack. It’s all coming true. Those are the people who were in my dream. I’m going to be sucked in.
9 months later
‘And everyone, make sure that those field trip forms are handed in tomorrow. Zack, that means you!!!’ Mr Ricket said with a stern look on his face. The bell rang and everyone ran outside. ‘Zack. I need to have a word with you.’
‘W-W-What do you mean sir?’ Zack stammered and sat down. ‘Zack your grades have been slipping a bit. As you kids call it, your grades are not really being a... “Funky Monkey!”’ ‘Uh Mr Picket. We don’t say that.’
‘Whatever.’ Mr Picket said. ‘Just study a bit more and bring in the form.’
Zack ran outside of the class and waited for Nathan at Mr Mike. When Zack and Nathan got home they found some shocking news. His Dad had been transferred again to Ingonish. They were leaving tomorrow. Which meant a lot of packing. Another boring plane flight and Nathan most likely being a brat on the plan flight.
SATURDAY NOVEMBER 14TH 2010 WHITE HOUSE BARAK OBAMA’S OFFICE WASHINGTON D.C.
‘Mr Obama. You should have a look at these reports. More people have gone missing near that awful smelling lake in Ingonish Canada.’ An advisor said.
‘Shouldn’t Stephan Harper be dealing with this? He is the premaster of Canada.’ Mr Obama said. The advisor shocked at Mr Obama’s answer.
‘But sir, it’s become a world crisis. People from all over the world have been disappearing. You MUST do something about it.’
‘Let me see those reports.’ Mr Obama said. After fine minuets words finally came out. ‘Holy gees. Get me the phone to every president and priminester in the world. But get me online with the Australian priminister first.’
SUNDAY NOVEMBER 15TH 2010
SOME WERE BEETWEEN ALBERTA AND INGONISH
In a bushy outback near Ingonish a black van driving with the tinted windows down. A satellite on top of it spinning like crazy. In front of the van was a white Honda with two teenage kids and a little boy about seven years old who was driving a little car on his brother’s head who was asleep. It woke Zack up and since Zack didn’t get much sleep last night he was very mad.
A quick stop at a TIM HOUTONS and set OF TO Ingonish. A couple of hours later they reached the camp site of Ingonish. They got out and there mother said.
‘Glen sweetie. That van followed us all the way from WASHINGTON to INGONISH.’ Zack’s mom looked scared. Glen, the dad walked over to the van. He unlocked the door and to his surprise there was no one in there.
*
‘So did you tell him Glen?’ The mom said.
‘Well I got there and there was no one in the van.’ They turned around and the van was gone. Like it vanished into thin air. They were so confused. They set up the caravan and Zack went to look around the campsite because this is were they were living until them by a house. It was quiet a small camp ground. It didn’t have a pool. It didn’t have a rec room. And the worst bit of the lake near there caravan stank.
Chapter One
The beginning
‘Your corned Mr Speak.’ The voice said. ‘And your little friends are as well. Zack looked over and saw the man’s helper tying Jeremy and Natasha to a chair. Trapped with a gun to his head Zack struggled to free himself. He hadn’t known Natasha and Jeremy for very long but it felt like he known them forever.
‘Don’t move Zack.’ The man said. ‘Or I’ll blow your brains out.’ The man went over and tied Zack to a chair and gagged Zack’s mouth. ‘Know you have two choices.’ The man said. ‘To torch this wood cabin down with fire... or blow it up with you in it with a bomb.’
‘Myrrh.’ Zack mumbled.
‘What was that Mr Speak?’ The man said with a smile on his face. ‘Both. OK. Whatever you say.’ The man laughed an evil laugh and lit a match. He dropped on the wood and he then set a bomb to explode in ten minutes.
‘If the fire doesn’t kill you first. Then the bomb will.’ His gang walked out and laughed. Jeremy tried to stand up but he couldn’t. Jeremy didn’t have his mouth gagged.
‘Well guys. I guess this is the end.’ Natasha’s mouth wasn’t gagged and said the most unusually thing.
‘Zack. Sweetie wake up.’ Zack’s brained boggled and he woke up on a plane thing with his parents next to him. His little 7 year old brother was being a brat as usually. He was driving his car on Zack’s head.
‘Quit it Nathan, you brat.’ Jeremy said. His older sister took Nathan side as she does every time. ‘Zack. Don’t pick on Nathan.’ Nathan ran behind Kelsey and poked his tongue out at Zack and quoted, ‘Yeah Zack. I didn’t do anything.’
‘Oh shut up Nathan.’ Zack said and looked out the window. Landing down in J.F. Kennedy airport was a little bit bumpy. Zack’s dad had gotten a job as a military security guard for Barrack Obama and they lived right near the white house. Zack thought about the dream that he had just had and was a bit scared.
A few weeks ago Zack had a dream that his Dad would get this job in Washington. It came true. He also dreamed that he got an A plus on his math test that he hadn’t studied for. It came true. And know this dream. Being trapped in a log cabin with two kids named Jeremy and Natasha. It was just a bit creepy. But he didn’t worry about it. That night in Zack’s new house he got to sleep easily and had another dream. And this one he had to worry about.
13 year old Zack Speak didn’t have a reputation of having a “good’ first day of school. In his dream he slipped on a banana peel. Was blackmailed to eat a chilly by the bullies. And Zack, who was from Canada had never learned Spanish before had a Spanish test.
Zack woke up to the sound of his alarm. Put on his glasses. Got dressed and got ready. Zack lived right near the school so he walked with his Nathan who was in grade two. He knew this was going to be a bad day from the beginning when he met the principal. A little lady with black hair was the principal.
‘Hello there you boys must be Zack and Nathan Speak.’ The principal said.
‘Please to meet you.’ Zack said shook her hands and nudged Nathan. ‘Nathan. Don’t you have anything to say to the principal?’ He whispered.
‘Yeah. You’re an old hag with bad breath and stinky hair. You have old clothes. And just to let your hair no, this isn’t the 70’s. Get that stupid headband out of your hair.’
‘NATHAN TIMOTHY SPEAK!!!!!!’ His mum yelled at him. His mum was called into the school and as Zack walked out he had totally forgot about the dream. But when he walked into class he slipped on a banana peel that the fallen over garbage can had left. The whole class laughed. His dream was coming true. His first class was Spanish and the teacher said.
‘OK everybody. I hope you studied over the school brake. It’s time for the test.’ The teacher handed out the test and Zack had no idea what it said. The bell finally rang and Zack rushed out and ran into the cafeteria. He got in line and got his food. He sat down at a table by himself. A gang of kids sat down beside him. They were laughing a laugh that Zack thought was a good laugh but it wasn’t.
‘Hey.’ One kid said. ‘Who are you?’
‘I’m Zack Speak.’ Zack answered. ‘I’m new here.’
‘Well then.’ Another kid said. ‘Fresh meat.’
‘W-W do you mean “FRESH MEAT” guys.’ Zack said.
‘We mean. Eat this chilly or we pick on you for the rest of your miserable life.’
‘You no.’ Zack said. ‘In my country. Blackmail is against the law. And if you don’t no what country I’m from its CANADA. C-A.... Well it’s probably too hard for you to understand.’
A group of kids circled around them.
‘OOOOOOOOOOOOH.’ The kids said.
‘Eat the DAM CHILLY’ the guy said.
‘Make ME!’ Zack said.
One of the bullies ran around the back of Zack and held his hands behind his back. The other bully opened Zack’s mouth. And the leader dropped the chilly into Zack’s mouth. A burning taste went onto Zack’s mouth and he screamed. He had had enough bullying for his whole life. He just got bullied. Now he was about to come a bully.
He kicked the guy holding his hands behind his back in the guys crouch and spat in his face. The crowd gasped. He punched the person holding his mouth open in his gut. And the leader. He punched him in the face and old schooled him onto the table. Zack finished him of with a spit in the face.
Later reports show that Professor Niles, Natasha Niles and Jeremy Black were the last people to go missing in Lake Light ling in Ingonish Canada. Jeremy’s parents report ‘Later....’ The TV sound was a blur to Zack. He was thinking about the article. How the name Jeremy and Natasha were mentioned. The news how the name Jeremy and Natasha were mentioned. The dream. The dream thought Zack. It’s all coming true. Those are the people who were in my dream. I’m going to be sucked in.
9 months later
‘And everyone, make sure that those field trip forms are handed in tomorrow. Zack, that means you!!!’ Mr Ricket said with a stern look on his face. The bell rang and everyone ran outside. ‘Zack. I need to have a word with you.’
‘W-W-What do you mean sir?’ Zack stammered and sat down. ‘Zack your grades have been slipping a bit. As you kids call it, your grades are not really being a... “Funky Monkey!”’ ‘Uh Mr Picket. We don’t say that.’
‘Whatever.’ Mr Picket said. ‘Just study a bit more and bring in the form.’
Zack ran outside of the class and waited for Nathan at Mr Mike. When Zack and Nathan got home they found some shocking news. His Dad had been transferred again to Ingonish. They were leaving tomorrow. Which meant a lot of packing. Another boring plane flight and Nathan most likely being a brat on the plan flight.
SATURDAY NOVEMBER 14TH 2010 WHITE HOUSE BARAK OBAMA’S OFFICE WASHINGTON D.C.
‘Mr Obama. You should have a look at these reports. More people have gone missing near that awful smelling lake in Ingonish Canada.’ An advisor said.
‘Shouldn’t Stephan Harper be dealing with this? He is the premaster of Canada.’ Mr Obama said. The advisor shocked at Mr Obama’s answer.
‘But sir, it’s become a world crisis. People from all over the world have been disappearing. You MUST do something about it.’
‘Let me see those reports.’ Mr Obama said. After fine minuets words finally came out. ‘Holy gees. Get me the phone to every president and priminester in the world. But get me online with the Australian priminister first.’
SUNDAY NOVEMBER 15TH 2010
SOME WERE BEETWEEN ALBERTA AND INGONISH
In a bushy outback near Ingonish a black van driving with the tinted windows down. A satellite on top of it spinning like crazy. In front of the van was a white Honda with two teenage kids and a little boy about seven years old who was driving a little car on his brother’s head who was asleep. It woke Zack up and since Zack didn’t get much sleep last night he was very mad.
A quick stop at a TIM HOUTONS and set OF TO Ingonish. A couple of hours later they reached the camp site of Ingonish. They got out and there mother said.
‘Glen sweetie. That van followed us all the way from WASHINGTON to INGONISH.’ Zack’s mom looked scared. Glen, the dad walked over to the van. He unlocked the door and to his surprise there was no one in there.
*
‘So did you tell him Glen?’ The mom said.
‘Well I got there and there was no one in the van.’ They turned around and the van was gone. Like it vanished into thin air. They were so confused. They set up the caravan and Zack went to look around the campsite because this is were they were living until them by a house. It was quiet a small camp ground. It didn’t have a pool. It didn’t have a rec room. And the worst bit of the lake near there caravan stank.
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My name is Nicholas Carter. I'm from Australia as you see in the blog name. I'm ??????? years old and was born on ?????????????? ??th ????. That is personal. I love to write books and over weeks I will be publishing random cahptes over weeks. If you are reading this this message will explode in 10....9....8.....7......6.....5.....4....3....2....1....
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