The story of Michael Elliot

I'm writing out all my stories that lead them to getting accepted into camp A.X.I.O.M. Each camper had some sort of thing that made their life terrible, some worse than other's. This is Michael's story...

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In the beginning Michael had a pretty normal life. A father and mother who loved him, a little sister, all living average lives. One day though, that changed. His father and sister, Hannah, were going to go on a road trip, just the two of them. Be for they left Hannah came up to Michael and told him, “This will be the last time we see each other. Please take care of mom.” Thinking she was just being melodramatic Michael ignored this and just told her good bye. The next day, after they had left, the police had called to inform them that a man and child had died in a car accident. A semitruck , going 80 mph, had ignored the stoplights and crashed right into them, killing them almost instantly. Devastated at this news, Michael’s mother went into a deep depression. Michael, deciding to be strong for the both of them, tried everything he could do to keep the house going. He did laundry, cleaned, cooked, made sure his mom got up and went to work so that the bills were paid, and he did all of this at the age of nine. Eventually his mother got herself together, moving more, talking, going out of the house, and more importantly smiling. On the day that the two family members died though, both would cry till there were no more tears. Michael’s friends never mention his father or sister to him, knowing that it would only cause the grief to surge back. Some days, Michael can still hear his mother’s sobs as she wishes for her husband to come back. And of course, his sister’s words still haunt him. Leaving him always wondering what would’ve happened had he not let the two leave that day…

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Once again, short, but like i said last time, it's just a rought draft

Questions? Comments? Ask them! I'd love to answer! :)

The story of Claire Heiberger

I'm writing out all my stories that lead them to getting accepted into camp A.X.I.O.M. Each camper had some sort of thing that made their life terrible, some worse than other's. This is Claire's story and I feel like it's one of the saddest...

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Claire’s life didn’t take a turn for the worse till she was around two years old. Her father had come home and had a fight with her mother. No violence took place but it ended with her father leaving, never to return. Her mother, a complete wreck, went out a lot, leaving Claire home alone. One day her mom eventually started to bring a strange man home with her every night. Soon, they got married. A year after, Claire now three years old, the man began to come home drunk and soon he would beat his wife and stepchild with broken alcohol glasses. Claire’s mother would try and take most of it, but Claire would still get hurt. Her mother tried to get the police involved but the man said that if she did so, he’d murder Claire. So, two more years passed by with her mother getting beaten with the occasional rape, which soon lead to her having a baby. When the baby, Maxwell, was born the step father was furious. He yelled at him, telling him to “shut the f*** up!”. One night he even threw the baby. Claire’s mother was so broken, mentally and physically, that she couldn’t stop the man. So Claire ran towards the baby boy, rushed upstairs to her room, walked out of her window and onto the roof and waited for the babe to stop crying. “You’re safe now,” she’d whisper to it. Poor five year old Claire was from then on in charge of protecting her brother. When she was seven, her brother two, their mother passed away and the evil man disappeared. They we put into an orphanage, unable to find Claire’s real father. They’d stay there till two letters came. Letters that changed their lives forever…

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Yes, it's kind of short but that's because it's just a rought draft.

Questions? Comments? Ask them! I'd love to answer :)

Oh me...

Why oh WHY do i procrastinate? I mean, i have plenty of time to do my homework but instead i do things like take naps, watch Ellen, play Dragon Age (a game which isn't exactly for my age group...), and draw random stuff. I HATE IT. I wish i could concentrate and do what i need to do, not what ever the heck i want to. It's very irksome. I want to do the work...but i just don't. I always say, "oh i can do it later" and then next thing i know progress reports are coming out and I've got missing PROJECTS that are making me have an F. ARGH! I hate myself! Even right now i should be doing a web search for history, make-up i might add, but instead I'm on here blogging, on facebook, and watching Biggest Loser. It's just aweful!

Does anyone have any advice on how to fix this?

...

IT'S COLD

Don't get me wrong, I just love cold weather, but I can't feel my fingers and I have P.E. outside every other day. And I've only got shorts. And it's, like, 20-10 degrees outside. COOOOOOOOOOOOOOLD.

Nothing much to say really. Haven't had time to type up more of my story due to school XP

...yup. Pretty pointless post if I do say so myself.

Society!

OH. MY. GOSH.

What has american society come to?! My parents come back from church and this is the conversation we had:

Dad: "I've got a morality type question for ya. If you see a man in the middle of a crosswalk tipped over and unable to get back up into his scooter, what would you do?"

Me:"Get out of your car and help the poor guy!"

Dad: "Right. Well Mark* had this happen to him today and he got out of the car to help the guy as soon as he saw him. When he helped the man back into his scooter he asked him how long he had been like that. '45 minutes' ,he said."


Can you believe this?! For FOURTY-FIVE MINUTES this poor guy was in the middle of a crosswalk!! And people were just driving around him! Has America's people become so selfcentered that the don't even bother to pull over real quick and help a guy? It just kills me to hear stories like this. I mean sure, I understand not helping a homeless man on the side of the road for safety reasons but a HANDYCAPPED MAN LYING IN THE MIDDLE OF A CROSSWALK?! ARGH! I'm just so pissed off now! And it's not just this. It's EVERYWHERE. For example, I use to go to a private Christian school where we all cared for each other and if someone was hurt or sick we were all worried and rushed to their aid. If we saw someone lonely we'd be their company. THAT was what I was used to. Then i go to a new school. A public school. If someone's hurt it's no big deal. If someone drops their books in the middle of a crowded hallway, no on cares. If someone's alone at lunch, no body bothers to invite them to sit in their group. We say we want to save the planet and that we want to save the animals, but to do that we're gonna need to save ourselves first. We need to help each other when help seems to be needed and NOT think of ourselves as the only important thing in this world. I think I'm one of the few people who actually help others. That's just SAD.

How do you help people? do you even do so? Why or why not?

Gall, I'm just so ticked off right now. I think I'll go take a nap or something.


*Mark is one of my dad's friends
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Thought for the day...

Yes this is another post on the same day but that's only because I posted the other stuff at midnight so it seems like a new day to me. Alrighty! Lets get onto the question.

In English class we have been reading the Adam and Eve Diaries. A question that out teacher asked us (or i guess it's more like four...) Is "After reading this, what do you think Mark Twain thought what life was? And it's meaning? Do you agree? if not what do you think they are?"

I've been thinking about this for the last few days now and I'm not quite sure I have the answer to them yet. I mean, life is so much and has so many meanings. I feel like love is an important part of what makes life life and that it's in it's meaning but...I'm not sure. After reading the diaries it seems like knowledge is important too for it was because of that knowledge that death was brought into this world (or it is if you believe in the Creation). Knowledge also took away Adam and Eve's ignorance, and you know the whole saying "ignorance is bliss"? Well before Eve ate the forbbiden fruit their lives were bliss. No animals fought, no death was there, just bliss. But then I also feel like life is an adventure. You know that saying "bringing a story to life"? Well Pretty much all stories have them, some just less pronounced than others.

What do you think it is? Care to answer?

Michael and Claire (Pictures!)

Just some drawings I've done of Michael and Claire. (ordered from oldest to newest)


Claire


Michael


Claire putting a sticky note on Michael's back that says "Kick me" but he totally isn't noticing...


Michael and Claire playing the piano together...


Happens at the VERY end. I'm not gonna say any more than that ;P

Got a good picture of them? Good ;)

Well I'm going to be now. Good night! (or morning...)

Questions? Comments? Ask them! I'd love to answer :D

ALL ART DONE BY ME. NO STEALING!!

first part!

Okay! So this is the first part. It's still a rough draft so any comments or critisism you have would be greatly appreciated
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Have you ever wondered what it’d be like to have super powers? To be able to fly or run at the speed of light? Well so have I but never in a million years would I expect to actually get the chance to do so. Why don’t I start at the beginning, before it all happened…

It was the last day of school, a day more wanted than even Christmas, one we had been waiting nine months for. The last class was almost over, just ten minutes left of it. I looked over at my two best friends Will and Carla. They were both staring at the clock like everyone else, not even bothering to listen to the teacher’s words.

Wilford, or Will as most call him, has been my best friend since Pre K. Will’s dirty blond hair looked as it always did, like he had just gotten out of bed and hadn’t bothered to brush it. This was probably true. His mud colored eyes had a glaze over them as he stared intently at the clock. Waiting for that bell to ring freedom.

Carla’s eyes were doing the same thing only instead of being a muddy color they’re more of a stormy grey. She had one brown curl that had escaped her pony tail. She’s also been my friend since Pre K.

I decided that I should probably put all my things away before the bell rung because I really didn’t want to get caught in the door jamb that usually followed the ending of a class. One by one I shoved all my things for history into my black backpack. A soon as I finished the bell rang; “School’s out” blaring from the announcement speakers. I bolted for the door trying to make it out, and…YES!
Freedom.

“Hey Michael! Wait up man!” Will shouted, trying to elbow past everyone but not making much of a dent in the crowd. He eventually got over to me with Carla right on his heels.

“We’re free Mike!” She grinned.

“Yeah, I can’t wait to go home and just lay around all day doing absolutely nothing,” I replied, cramming my hands into my pockets.

“Well maybe we got into that one summer camp. You know, the one we applied to ages ago—” She tripped over someone’s roller backpack and her books toppled out of her arms, landing on my feet. I inhaled sharply. “Oops! Sorry Mike! I didn’t—“

“It’s okay Carla,” I said, cutting her off. I bent down and scooped them up, had her turn around, and roughly shoved them into her bag. She nodded in thanks and we kept walking.

“OH MY GOSH. CAN YOU PEOPLE WALK ANY SLOWER?!” Will shouted at a couple of sixth graders. “Can’t wait to be rid of the vermin,” He grumbled.

“We were like that too you know,” she snapped at him. “And we’re going to be freshmen next year so it’ll be like being a sixth grader all over again.”

“Ugh. Don’t remind me,” I groaned. I was so not looking forward to high school. I didn’t know then that I was never going to go to high school.

We walked down the front steps of school, down towards the line of buses. When we were almost to our bus I noticed one of Carla’s small hands were in mine and the other in Will’s. She had this sort of stupid grin on her face. I looked over at Will and he just shrugged so I bent down to Carla’s ear and whispered, “Any specific reason for this?” I held up our hands.

“Nope,” was all she said.

We awkwardly got onto our crowded bus and quickly crammed ourselves onto one seat.

“Mike, have you gained weight? A lot of weight? Because I distinctly remember a time when we all fit on the same seat, and we certainly don’t now,” Will asked. I rolled my eyes at him and just looked out the window.

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“I’m home mom!” I yelled. I tossed my backpack onto the couch, kicked off my shoes, and walked upstairs to my room.

“Oh Michael! I have wonderful news! Come into the kitchen!” she squealed. I wheeled around and went back down the steps and into the kitchen.

It wasn’t exactly what you’d consider a breathtaking kitchen, fully equipped with tons of pots, a beautiful tile floor, huge island, walls lined with matching hardwood cabinets, and the latest appliances. No, it was just a small, shabby kitchen, with light blue walls, yellow cabinets and countertops, and white everything else.

I sat up on the counter and looked over at my mom who was practically bouncing off the walls. “What is it mom?” I asked.

“You got in to camp Axiom! You know, the one that takes only a couple of people each summer? I’m so proud of you!” She came over to me and gave me a tight hug.

“Can’t breathe mom,” I said breathlessly.

“Oh, right, sorry sweetie!” she stepped back. “And get off the counter! You know I don’t like it when you sit on there. This is a place for food, not for butts.” She scolded.

“Sorry mom. I’ll remember next time.” I jumped off and went back up stairs calling over my shoulder, “Gonna go see if Will and Carla got in too!”

When I got in my room I jumped over a pile of books that were in front of my door and sat in front of my computer. I logged on and waited for Will and Carla to get on. A few minutes later they both came on and I quickly got them into a group chat. After discussing sixth graders and their shortness I asked them.

Me: Did you guys get in??
Will: Hahahahahahahahahahahahah! No.
Carla: Nope. Did you?
Me: I did :)
Will: WHAT?! Lucky!!
Carla: No way! That’s so cool! I’m so happy for you! Be sure to write us letters, and
tell us every little detail! Kay?!
Me: Okay Carla, I will. Hey, you guys wanna come over for dinner? Mom’s “making”
Chinese food.
Will: Can’t. Mum’s being lame :P
Carla: I’m sorry Mike, but I can’t either. :(
Me: Okay. Well… talk to you guys later!

They both said good-bye.

I checked my e-mail and went back downstairs. I leaped onto the couch and turned on the T.V.

“Mike, I expect that room to be spotless before you leave Sunday. You hear?” Mom yelled from the kitchen, picking up the telephone.

“Ya, ya okay mom. Whatever you—” I quickly turned my head towards the kitchen. “SUNDAY?! That means I’ve only got tonight and tomorrow left before I go!”

“Glad to see that you learned how to count in school.” She picked up the phone and punched in the number for our favorite Chinese restaurant. “What do you want Sweetheart? Mushu?”

I sighed dramatically and turned myself back to the T.V., scowling. “Sure mom,” I waved a hand in the air. “Mushu’s great.”

She ordered the food and came into the living room and sat in the chair. We watched a cash cab marathon, ate our food, then went upstairs to get ready, and go to bed. I was brushing my teeth when my mom came in and gave me a kiss on the cheek. “I love you sweetheart! Sweet dreams!” she sang and turned to leave.

“wuv oo ooo.” I said, with a mouth full of toothpaste. I finished up in the bathroom, went to bed, and had a really weird dream.


Huge tanks filled with glowing green liquid. People in them, covered in wires. People in white lab coats walking around with clipboards, poking and writing notes about the people in the tanks. A girl in one of the tanks, with dirty blond hair, opens her eyes revealing nothing but pure white. Help us!


“GAH!” I sat up in bed breathing heavily. “The hell…” I muttered under my breath.

“Michael! Breakfast! Wake up!” my mom call from downstairs. I rolled my eyes and stood up. I took a quick glance at my floor so I could remember where to, and not to, step and walked out of my messy room. I tromped down the steps, passed our tiny living room, and walked over to the kitchen where my mom was. I leaned against the doorframe and looked over at her.

“What, mother, have you attempted to make this time?” I asked, grabbing an apple out of the fruit bowl and taking a big bite.

“I have succeeded in making us eggs and bacon with toast,” She waved her hand at a bunch of black stuff.

“Uh huh… Well, I think I’ll just eat this apple and eat out with Will and Car—”

“Oh no you don’t! That room is going to sparkle before they come over or before you leave. M’kay?” She asked, raising her eyebrow.

I sighed. “Okay…” So back up the stairs I went. I decided to shower and get dressed before I cleaned my room. I turned on the shower, undressed, and turned the radio in there up to 28. Then I showered to “Stayin’ Alive” by The Bee Gees, occasionally joining in, nice and loud. I’m sure that I looked like a total dork, but it’s just how I relax.

“Ah ah ah ah Stayin Aliiiiiive!!” I sang.

I began to dry myself singing to the next song. “Dancing Queeeen! Feel the beat from the tambourine!” I bellowed.

I pulled on a grey t-shirt bearing the words “333 Only half evil”, put on a pair of, what I like to call, my weekend jeans, and got out of the bathroom.

“You know,” I heard my mom say from her room, “sometimes I forget that you’re a boy.” She started to giggle.

I walked over to her bedroom door. “And sometimes I forget that you’re my mother because you maturity level is about here,” I put my hand and inch from the floor. She stuck out her tongue. “That’s what I was talking about,” I grinned

I walked back to my room and looked it over. “This is gonna take me all day,” I sighed. 2 hours later and I swear I saw a sparkle. My mom came up to my door and gasped. “Is…is that…Carpet?!”

“Oh my god you’re right! It is!” I said, playing along.

“I didn’t even know you had some in your room! It’s a miracle Mike!”

“Permission to go out with Will and Carla?” I asked.

“Permission granted. Go have fun kiddo!” She kissed my cheek and went back to her room to read.


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That's all I've got so far.

Questions? Comments? Ask them! I'd love to answer :D

Starting off slow

Hello,

So i guess this is my first post huh? Pretty exciting! Well, for my first post I think I'll give you a little summary about my story that I'm writing.

Have you ever wondered what it’d be like to have super powers? To be able to fly or run at the speed of light? Well so did Michael Elliot but never in a million years would he expect to actually get the chance to do so. He and a group of other people were randomly selected to attend camp A.X.I.O.M. Little did they know that they were about to step into some crazy stuff for there's definately more to this camp than meets the eye. Along the way Michael soon becomes friends with Claire, a girl with a not so good past. They learn through there adventures at camp A.X.I.O.M. what it is to be a true friend, and that anything is possible.


Pretty lame summary (not very good at writing thoes...) but the story is really good. I'll get some up tonight (or is it morning...) before I go to bed.

Thoughts? Questions? Comment and all shall be answered!

:)