the cascading beach,
the big sun’s pulsating heat,
the firefly-lit nights.
Tuesday, May 12, 2009
Friday, April 24, 2009
Los Angeles
There are towering palms and movie stars.
Film studios on all the streets.
I see Groman's Chinese Theater, the Staple Center, and the Pacific.
Where am I?
Why...............
I'm in Los Angeles
Film studios on all the streets.
I see Groman's Chinese Theater, the Staple Center, and the Pacific.
Where am I?
Why...............
I'm in Los Angeles
David Thomas and the Treasure of the Andes Mounains
There was an explorer named David Thomas who was in search of the long Lost Treasure of the Andes Mountains. He had found an old map near where the Machu Picchu ruins currently stand. He told nobody of what he found. David did not to get anybody’s hopes up for if he found what he was looking for it would help so many people. He flew back to the United States to get some provisions for his trip, then flew back down to Lima, Peru and went to the mountains from there.
When David reached the Andes Mountains he took out the map. He began searching for where in the Peruvian Andes he should be going. The map indicated for him to go to the tallest and most treacherous mountain in all the Andes called Mt. Makkapu. At first David wanted to give up, but he knew that it had to be done. The dotted line on the map was leading him to a cave near the summit. With more bad luck it began to rain so much that he was drenched. Then he felt a sickly moment of surprise. David was slipping and falling down the mountain and was almost falling off a cliff below. It seemed like it was all over for David, but he pulled out his pick ax and with lightning fast reflexes he thrust it into the ground. David pulled himself up and looked down at the 10,000-foot chasm he almost fell into. Yet he continued on up the mountain. With much relief David reached the cave near the summit of Mt. Makkapu. David entered the dark, musty cave with much anxiety, but much more fear of what lay ahead in the depths of this cave and what would become of his journey.
Each step he took the more nervous David got. Soon he found winding stairs going to the heart of the mountain. Then all went dark. David looked back and saw that his passage back was blocked, which meant he had to find a way out on the other side. After many flights of stairs he reached the floor. David saw a distant light down the hall. In the room he was astonished. There were mounds and mounds of gold pieces as far as the eye could see. There were also many ancient artifacts left behind by the people that used to live in the Andes Mountains. David had found the Lost Treasure of the Andes Mountains.
David still had a problem to solve and that was getting out. Suddenly David heard and load roar come from the other side of the room. There was a large, ferocious mountain lion guarding the treasure that just noticed him. It started to chase David up the stairs. Then he was cornered at the boulder that was blocking the exit. The lion pounced at David and he jumped out of the way, which sent the lion full force into the boulder. All that power forced the boulder free opening the exit. The lion was still hot on David’s heels outside the mountain, but the ground was still wet and the lion slipped and barely held on to a cliff with its claws. The rock could not support the lion’s weight and the rock broke off the side off the mountain and the lion fell all the way down into the valley below. David was very relieved to have made it out alive. David made his way back to Lima and flew back to the United States. He informed the president in Washington D.C. about what he found. Everything in the mountain was put to good use. David felt so good that he found the treasure.
When David reached the Andes Mountains he took out the map. He began searching for where in the Peruvian Andes he should be going. The map indicated for him to go to the tallest and most treacherous mountain in all the Andes called Mt. Makkapu. At first David wanted to give up, but he knew that it had to be done. The dotted line on the map was leading him to a cave near the summit. With more bad luck it began to rain so much that he was drenched. Then he felt a sickly moment of surprise. David was slipping and falling down the mountain and was almost falling off a cliff below. It seemed like it was all over for David, but he pulled out his pick ax and with lightning fast reflexes he thrust it into the ground. David pulled himself up and looked down at the 10,000-foot chasm he almost fell into. Yet he continued on up the mountain. With much relief David reached the cave near the summit of Mt. Makkapu. David entered the dark, musty cave with much anxiety, but much more fear of what lay ahead in the depths of this cave and what would become of his journey.
Each step he took the more nervous David got. Soon he found winding stairs going to the heart of the mountain. Then all went dark. David looked back and saw that his passage back was blocked, which meant he had to find a way out on the other side. After many flights of stairs he reached the floor. David saw a distant light down the hall. In the room he was astonished. There were mounds and mounds of gold pieces as far as the eye could see. There were also many ancient artifacts left behind by the people that used to live in the Andes Mountains. David had found the Lost Treasure of the Andes Mountains.
David still had a problem to solve and that was getting out. Suddenly David heard and load roar come from the other side of the room. There was a large, ferocious mountain lion guarding the treasure that just noticed him. It started to chase David up the stairs. Then he was cornered at the boulder that was blocking the exit. The lion pounced at David and he jumped out of the way, which sent the lion full force into the boulder. All that power forced the boulder free opening the exit. The lion was still hot on David’s heels outside the mountain, but the ground was still wet and the lion slipped and barely held on to a cliff with its claws. The rock could not support the lion’s weight and the rock broke off the side off the mountain and the lion fell all the way down into the valley below. David was very relieved to have made it out alive. David made his way back to Lima and flew back to the United States. He informed the president in Washington D.C. about what he found. Everything in the mountain was put to good use. David felt so good that he found the treasure.
Chicago
There are skyscrapers and windy days.
Pizza places on all the streets.
I see the Sears Tower, Lake Michigan, and Wrigley Field.
Where am I?
Why…………
I’m in Chicago.
Pizza places on all the streets.
I see the Sears Tower, Lake Michigan, and Wrigley Field.
Where am I?
Why…………
I’m in Chicago.
Thursday, April 23, 2009
The Scariest, Creepiest, Most Frightening Story Ever Heard
Hello, readers. For my first post I am going to show you a favorite story of mine. I wrote it for school a couple of years ago, about Halloween. It was inspired by a couple of my sister's teachers.
Tell me what you think!
One normal day of school had come and gone. It was Halloween and everyone was excited. We were just about to leave, when the principal stopped us. He said all of our class had after school detention, but we didn’t know why. So the lunch assistant took us to the all purpose room. Once we were left alone everyone went wild. People banged their heads on the tables in pure frustration. All of a sudden we heard the pitter patter of shuffling footsteps coming down the hallway. The room became silent. Did I dare see who was there? I did. It was two teachers. I knew one very vaguely. It was Mr. Jansen. The other one I had heard of, but had never seen. His name was Mr. Forman. They were looking at a sort of mystic amulet with gleaming eyes. The amulet was glowing dark, dark blue. My instincts told me just to stay there and listen. Then Mr. Jansen’s voice broke the silence.
“Once I activate this mystic amulet, all of the world’s kids, from preschool to college, will do History homework. And I will make it very hard! And that fool of a student of mine, Melissa Augeri, still has no idea I’m doing this! And I will put the hardest of work on her idiotic brother, Thomas, because he said that History was not his favorite subject… right to my face! But right now, I have something else I must do…”
I saw Mr. Forman pull something from behind his back.
“I have to… eat more fried Oreos! And, oh, Mr. Forman, did I mention that, as another part of my evil plot, once every child starts doing homework, I will make everyone stuff their faces with these tasty delights… until they suffer by getting sick to their stomachs! Then I can withdraw their school credit. Ha! Haha!”
Mr. Forman handed him a platter of fried Oreos. Dozens and dozens of fried Oreos. Then Mr. Jansen said, “Mm! Yum! These are delicious! Now, back to the evil business.
“Now it is time for the unveiling of the blue mystic amulet which, by the way, is very pretty.”
Mr. Forman interrupted, “Mr. Jansen, focus on the EVIL!!! Not the beauty of the mystic amulet! And one more thing! Can I have one of those Oreos?”
“No! Nonononono! They’re mine! You can’t have a crumb! Now, what was I saying? Oh, yeah. Now it’s time for the unveiling of the blue mystic amulet’s great powers. I forgot to mention, it makes all of the world’s Halloween decorations come to life! These monsters will collect children and bring them here to my classroom (of doom!) Wait a minute! Something smells here.”
At this moment, I was afraid, because I hadn’t taken a shower in a few days. I waited for him to capture me, when Mr. Jansen said, “Mr. Forman, did you try on my cologne? That cologne is for my body only!”
Mr. Forman gave him a weird grin, and Mr. Jansen shouted, “Whopin’ bobula, Mr. Forman, look at your dazzling teeth! Have you been using my toothpaste too??? That is strictly forbidden. That’s two strikes there, Mr. Forman. One more, and you’ll be joining the kids in the History classroom (of doom!) And, trust me, it won’t be pleasant. I’ll make your tests so hard, your brain will melt from thinking.”
Then, he pulled out the mystic amulet. And, before I could do anything to stop him, he flung the mystic amulet on the ground, hard enough for it to break. Apparently, breaking is the triggering mechanism. All of a sudden, all of the Halloween decorations that had been put up in the school started to glow green. First they sprouted out legs! Then arms! I thought to myself, “Flippin’ fish sticks! Those Halloween decorations are coming to life right in front of my eyes!” I knew Halloween was the spookiest of the spooky days of the spooky world, but I didn’t really think that Halloween was spooky enough to make inanimate objects come to life!
Mr. Jansen and Mr. Forman broke into the most evil of evil cackles, which still haunts me to this day. Immediately, tons of other Halloween decorations came pouring into the school! There were witches, bats, jack-o-lanterns, all of them carrying homework papers in one hand, and children in the other. I knew then that this was going to be a long, long night. Then and there, I knew I had to get to my sister immediately. But how was I going to get to her with a crowd of evil and highly deadly Halloween decorations? For, if I were caught, I would find myself doing really hard History homework. I knew I needed to get a distraction.
Then, I heard a noise again! It was coming from the all purpose room. I had forgotten my classmates were still there. What had they been doing all this time? Sadly, this is something I’ll never know. And, some of it, I fear, I’m glad I didn’t see. Even though they were just sitting there when I turned around, I highly doubt that they were just sitting there, staring at the ceiling the whole time. For, trust me, all the stuff that you heard so far was very time consuming.
I looked at the clock. It was 5:38. Then I heard Mr. Jansen saying something again.
“All my minions! Tonight is the night we take victory in, what I would call, a little war. For, there are some people who will try to resist us, such as the adults, especially Ms. Steffner, and the some kids who are able to get away from this powerful army, like those idiotic brats, Thomas and Melissa Augeri.”
By this point, I had gotten really angry at his insults.
“By midnight, the worst of the attacks will come to the outside world,” continued Mr. Jansen. “Then, not even Melissa, Thomas, nor Ms. Steffner (who is the biggest enemy of them all) can stop me! (And Mr. Forman.) Once the clock rings at midnight, the world will be at my devilish homework’s mercy! I will rename Earth to a three word sentence: Mr. Jansen is God.”
“That’s four words,” pointed out Mr. Forman.
“Oh, shut up, Reynold! I was counting Mr. Jansen as one glorious word.”
“But I think-”
“-I don’t care what you think! The point is that I’m God.”
“Can I have some part in the name too, Glennie?”
“Don’t call me that! And no! You’re just the idiotic sidekick.
“Now, my evil henchmen! Go forth and fetch some more stupid kids who have no appreciation for the noble subject of History!”
Then, I thought of a distraction. Just as the Halloween decorations left, I quietly crawled over to the two teachers. With all my might, I punched Mr. Jansen’s foot. As soon as I did that, I crawled into the corner and out of sight, to see the effect of my action.
“Yeeeooow! My foot! Owie!” He and Mr. Forman both looked down to see what it was. I took advantage of this opportunity and crawled away. Once I got to the doorway, I found that I had crawled in something. I just realized, in disgust, what it was. I had crawled into some jack-o-lantern’s pulp. I ran and ran as fast as I could. I feared the worst- that Mr. Jansen and his henchmen had already taken Melissa. After I finally reached my house, I took a long breath. I thankfully realized that she had not been taken, because it there were any of his henchmen, there would have been evidence of it. I quickly ran and opened the garage door, punching in the numbers to the code with the reflexes of a king cobra. I waited agonizing seconds for the door to fully open. During every second, I feared that one of the jack-o-lanterns was going to come from behind and grab me. Once the doors were open, I once again ran quickly, and closed the garage door behind me as fast as I could. I ran into the house, and everything was as it should be. Melissa was right where I left her- typing up my Halloween story for me. I urged her to stop typing, so I could tell her what was going on. I told her the whole story, from being in detention to running all the way home.
She said, “Thomas, that’s the most ridiculous story I have ever heard. Mr. Jansen may have given him hard tests when I had him, but he is not capable of such evil!”
But then I heard a scratching noise coming from the side window. There was a witch trying to get us.
“Now do you believe me, Melissa? Because if you don’t believe me now, Mr. Jansen is right, and you are an idiot!”
“He called me an idiot? I’m so hurt!”
“Melissa,” I reminded her, “Focus! Who cares what Mr. Jansen thinks of you? He’s evil! So, do you believe me or not?”
“Okay, okay. I believe you.”
“Let’s go out the front,” I suggested.
“Are you crazy? That’s all where Mr. Jansen’s evil henchmen are!”
“That’s the point! If they’re in the front, they will assume that we will try to escape out the back and go there! Then we will go out the front and escape, so they will be the ones caught off guard.”
She quickly agreed with me, and we both left the room. Once we left, we looked out the window again. And, as I assumed, they went to the back, assuming that we were going there. The quickest way out was out the front door. So that’s where we went. We ran as fast as we could, but we knew that those monsters weren’t stupid. After a few minutes, they would realize that we went out the other way. We ran as fast as we could back to the school. I looked back, and saw a little flash of a green eye that was coming around the other way. We knew they were coming after us. That made us even more relentless not to stop and rest. Once we got to the school, we noticed that it had gotten even more packed. I remembered that my class was still in there. What was their fate? We rushed towards the open door. I looked for Mr. Jansen, but he was not in the same place as when I left. Then, I saw the all purpose room’s doors, and we rushed inside. It was empty!
I knew that that hiding spot couldn’t last long. I tried to think where Mr. Jansen would have taken all the kids. He would have taken them to where my Social Studies teacher normally teaches. We rushed to the end of the hallway, Melissa getting really tired, with her being not athletic.
She panted, “Thomas! I’m too tired to go on!”
“No!” I cried. “You’re coming with me, and that’s final!”
All of a sudden, I realized that I had said that a bit too loud. I heard the creaking of the door beginning to open. I saw Mr. Forman coming out to see what it was. At this point, we had finally been discovered.
Mr. Forman shouted, “Enemies! Enemies!”
Before anyone could come, I kicked him in the stomach and then punched him in the back. Within moments, he was down on the ground- knocked out. Now, it was time to face the main threat: The Jansen.
I looked in the room. Millions and millions of kids, crowded into that little room, taking tests! Mr. Jansen, sitting at his desk, with a green poison apple, instead of the regular nutritious apple, with the occasional fried Oreo crumb.
“The jig is up, Jansen!”
Then, in Mr. Jansen’s last line of defense, he used his Oreos and threw them towards my mouth. Next thing I knew, Oreos were flying. I ducked this way and that, but then I realized, as I ducked, one of the cookies mistakenly went into Melissa’s mouth. I said, “Melissa! No! Jansen, you cookie-eating freak! You forced my sister into eating one of those grease balls! Now, you are going to pay!”
I found in his little garbage pail the little glowing pieces of the mystic amulet. I looked at Mr. Jansen and started running past the desks. He threw a couple of cookies, some markers, a stapler, and a DESK, but in his fury, his bad aim made him miss. Once I reached Glennie, I slapped him this way and that with my dangerous red hands, until he was down on the ground. I found a glue stick in Mr. Jansen’s manbag, along with his pencils, pens, and test papers. I snatched it. A weak “no” came from Mr. Jansen’s weak little mouth, sore from my slapping. I saw Melissa still on the ground.
“Melissa, you came all this way. You believed me in this time of crisis. I want you to glue the amulet back together. That will freeze all of the Halloween decoration in their tracks, and the world will be safe.”
Melissa mumbled a thank you, still with the foul taste of the fried Oreo in her mouth. Then, she began. She continued until all the pieces had glue on them. She stuck them together, and the amulet began to glow again.
“Noooooo! Ow! My mouth!”
All of a sudden, all the world turned into happiness. All of his henchmen just became what they were before he summoned them. And, now, I realized that my slapping had actually slapped some sense into Mr. Jansen. He actually said he was sorry, so we forgave him. Melissa wept for joy. Mr. Forman said sorry too, but no one cared.
All the Halloweens to come were safe and every one we had a little anniversary party. With Mr. Jansen, me, Melissa, and Mr. Forman.
The end.
……
Maybe.
Tell me what you think!
One normal day of school had come and gone. It was Halloween and everyone was excited. We were just about to leave, when the principal stopped us. He said all of our class had after school detention, but we didn’t know why. So the lunch assistant took us to the all purpose room. Once we were left alone everyone went wild. People banged their heads on the tables in pure frustration. All of a sudden we heard the pitter patter of shuffling footsteps coming down the hallway. The room became silent. Did I dare see who was there? I did. It was two teachers. I knew one very vaguely. It was Mr. Jansen. The other one I had heard of, but had never seen. His name was Mr. Forman. They were looking at a sort of mystic amulet with gleaming eyes. The amulet was glowing dark, dark blue. My instincts told me just to stay there and listen. Then Mr. Jansen’s voice broke the silence.
“Once I activate this mystic amulet, all of the world’s kids, from preschool to college, will do History homework. And I will make it very hard! And that fool of a student of mine, Melissa Augeri, still has no idea I’m doing this! And I will put the hardest of work on her idiotic brother, Thomas, because he said that History was not his favorite subject… right to my face! But right now, I have something else I must do…”
I saw Mr. Forman pull something from behind his back.
“I have to… eat more fried Oreos! And, oh, Mr. Forman, did I mention that, as another part of my evil plot, once every child starts doing homework, I will make everyone stuff their faces with these tasty delights… until they suffer by getting sick to their stomachs! Then I can withdraw their school credit. Ha! Haha!”
Mr. Forman handed him a platter of fried Oreos. Dozens and dozens of fried Oreos. Then Mr. Jansen said, “Mm! Yum! These are delicious! Now, back to the evil business.
“Now it is time for the unveiling of the blue mystic amulet which, by the way, is very pretty.”
Mr. Forman interrupted, “Mr. Jansen, focus on the EVIL!!! Not the beauty of the mystic amulet! And one more thing! Can I have one of those Oreos?”
“No! Nonononono! They’re mine! You can’t have a crumb! Now, what was I saying? Oh, yeah. Now it’s time for the unveiling of the blue mystic amulet’s great powers. I forgot to mention, it makes all of the world’s Halloween decorations come to life! These monsters will collect children and bring them here to my classroom (of doom!) Wait a minute! Something smells here.”
At this moment, I was afraid, because I hadn’t taken a shower in a few days. I waited for him to capture me, when Mr. Jansen said, “Mr. Forman, did you try on my cologne? That cologne is for my body only!”
Mr. Forman gave him a weird grin, and Mr. Jansen shouted, “Whopin’ bobula, Mr. Forman, look at your dazzling teeth! Have you been using my toothpaste too??? That is strictly forbidden. That’s two strikes there, Mr. Forman. One more, and you’ll be joining the kids in the History classroom (of doom!) And, trust me, it won’t be pleasant. I’ll make your tests so hard, your brain will melt from thinking.”
Then, he pulled out the mystic amulet. And, before I could do anything to stop him, he flung the mystic amulet on the ground, hard enough for it to break. Apparently, breaking is the triggering mechanism. All of a sudden, all of the Halloween decorations that had been put up in the school started to glow green. First they sprouted out legs! Then arms! I thought to myself, “Flippin’ fish sticks! Those Halloween decorations are coming to life right in front of my eyes!” I knew Halloween was the spookiest of the spooky days of the spooky world, but I didn’t really think that Halloween was spooky enough to make inanimate objects come to life!
Mr. Jansen and Mr. Forman broke into the most evil of evil cackles, which still haunts me to this day. Immediately, tons of other Halloween decorations came pouring into the school! There were witches, bats, jack-o-lanterns, all of them carrying homework papers in one hand, and children in the other. I knew then that this was going to be a long, long night. Then and there, I knew I had to get to my sister immediately. But how was I going to get to her with a crowd of evil and highly deadly Halloween decorations? For, if I were caught, I would find myself doing really hard History homework. I knew I needed to get a distraction.
Then, I heard a noise again! It was coming from the all purpose room. I had forgotten my classmates were still there. What had they been doing all this time? Sadly, this is something I’ll never know. And, some of it, I fear, I’m glad I didn’t see. Even though they were just sitting there when I turned around, I highly doubt that they were just sitting there, staring at the ceiling the whole time. For, trust me, all the stuff that you heard so far was very time consuming.
I looked at the clock. It was 5:38. Then I heard Mr. Jansen saying something again.
“All my minions! Tonight is the night we take victory in, what I would call, a little war. For, there are some people who will try to resist us, such as the adults, especially Ms. Steffner, and the some kids who are able to get away from this powerful army, like those idiotic brats, Thomas and Melissa Augeri.”
By this point, I had gotten really angry at his insults.
“By midnight, the worst of the attacks will come to the outside world,” continued Mr. Jansen. “Then, not even Melissa, Thomas, nor Ms. Steffner (who is the biggest enemy of them all) can stop me! (And Mr. Forman.) Once the clock rings at midnight, the world will be at my devilish homework’s mercy! I will rename Earth to a three word sentence: Mr. Jansen is God.”
“That’s four words,” pointed out Mr. Forman.
“Oh, shut up, Reynold! I was counting Mr. Jansen as one glorious word.”
“But I think-”
“-I don’t care what you think! The point is that I’m God.”
“Can I have some part in the name too, Glennie?”
“Don’t call me that! And no! You’re just the idiotic sidekick.
“Now, my evil henchmen! Go forth and fetch some more stupid kids who have no appreciation for the noble subject of History!”
Then, I thought of a distraction. Just as the Halloween decorations left, I quietly crawled over to the two teachers. With all my might, I punched Mr. Jansen’s foot. As soon as I did that, I crawled into the corner and out of sight, to see the effect of my action.
“Yeeeooow! My foot! Owie!” He and Mr. Forman both looked down to see what it was. I took advantage of this opportunity and crawled away. Once I got to the doorway, I found that I had crawled in something. I just realized, in disgust, what it was. I had crawled into some jack-o-lantern’s pulp. I ran and ran as fast as I could. I feared the worst- that Mr. Jansen and his henchmen had already taken Melissa. After I finally reached my house, I took a long breath. I thankfully realized that she had not been taken, because it there were any of his henchmen, there would have been evidence of it. I quickly ran and opened the garage door, punching in the numbers to the code with the reflexes of a king cobra. I waited agonizing seconds for the door to fully open. During every second, I feared that one of the jack-o-lanterns was going to come from behind and grab me. Once the doors were open, I once again ran quickly, and closed the garage door behind me as fast as I could. I ran into the house, and everything was as it should be. Melissa was right where I left her- typing up my Halloween story for me. I urged her to stop typing, so I could tell her what was going on. I told her the whole story, from being in detention to running all the way home.
She said, “Thomas, that’s the most ridiculous story I have ever heard. Mr. Jansen may have given him hard tests when I had him, but he is not capable of such evil!”
But then I heard a scratching noise coming from the side window. There was a witch trying to get us.
“Now do you believe me, Melissa? Because if you don’t believe me now, Mr. Jansen is right, and you are an idiot!”
“He called me an idiot? I’m so hurt!”
“Melissa,” I reminded her, “Focus! Who cares what Mr. Jansen thinks of you? He’s evil! So, do you believe me or not?”
“Okay, okay. I believe you.”
“Let’s go out the front,” I suggested.
“Are you crazy? That’s all where Mr. Jansen’s evil henchmen are!”
“That’s the point! If they’re in the front, they will assume that we will try to escape out the back and go there! Then we will go out the front and escape, so they will be the ones caught off guard.”
She quickly agreed with me, and we both left the room. Once we left, we looked out the window again. And, as I assumed, they went to the back, assuming that we were going there. The quickest way out was out the front door. So that’s where we went. We ran as fast as we could, but we knew that those monsters weren’t stupid. After a few minutes, they would realize that we went out the other way. We ran as fast as we could back to the school. I looked back, and saw a little flash of a green eye that was coming around the other way. We knew they were coming after us. That made us even more relentless not to stop and rest. Once we got to the school, we noticed that it had gotten even more packed. I remembered that my class was still in there. What was their fate? We rushed towards the open door. I looked for Mr. Jansen, but he was not in the same place as when I left. Then, I saw the all purpose room’s doors, and we rushed inside. It was empty!
I knew that that hiding spot couldn’t last long. I tried to think where Mr. Jansen would have taken all the kids. He would have taken them to where my Social Studies teacher normally teaches. We rushed to the end of the hallway, Melissa getting really tired, with her being not athletic.
She panted, “Thomas! I’m too tired to go on!”
“No!” I cried. “You’re coming with me, and that’s final!”
All of a sudden, I realized that I had said that a bit too loud. I heard the creaking of the door beginning to open. I saw Mr. Forman coming out to see what it was. At this point, we had finally been discovered.
Mr. Forman shouted, “Enemies! Enemies!”
Before anyone could come, I kicked him in the stomach and then punched him in the back. Within moments, he was down on the ground- knocked out. Now, it was time to face the main threat: The Jansen.
I looked in the room. Millions and millions of kids, crowded into that little room, taking tests! Mr. Jansen, sitting at his desk, with a green poison apple, instead of the regular nutritious apple, with the occasional fried Oreo crumb.
“The jig is up, Jansen!”
Then, in Mr. Jansen’s last line of defense, he used his Oreos and threw them towards my mouth. Next thing I knew, Oreos were flying. I ducked this way and that, but then I realized, as I ducked, one of the cookies mistakenly went into Melissa’s mouth. I said, “Melissa! No! Jansen, you cookie-eating freak! You forced my sister into eating one of those grease balls! Now, you are going to pay!”
I found in his little garbage pail the little glowing pieces of the mystic amulet. I looked at Mr. Jansen and started running past the desks. He threw a couple of cookies, some markers, a stapler, and a DESK, but in his fury, his bad aim made him miss. Once I reached Glennie, I slapped him this way and that with my dangerous red hands, until he was down on the ground. I found a glue stick in Mr. Jansen’s manbag, along with his pencils, pens, and test papers. I snatched it. A weak “no” came from Mr. Jansen’s weak little mouth, sore from my slapping. I saw Melissa still on the ground.
“Melissa, you came all this way. You believed me in this time of crisis. I want you to glue the amulet back together. That will freeze all of the Halloween decoration in their tracks, and the world will be safe.”
Melissa mumbled a thank you, still with the foul taste of the fried Oreo in her mouth. Then, she began. She continued until all the pieces had glue on them. She stuck them together, and the amulet began to glow again.
“Noooooo! Ow! My mouth!”
All of a sudden, all the world turned into happiness. All of his henchmen just became what they were before he summoned them. And, now, I realized that my slapping had actually slapped some sense into Mr. Jansen. He actually said he was sorry, so we forgave him. Melissa wept for joy. Mr. Forman said sorry too, but no one cared.
All the Halloweens to come were safe and every one we had a little anniversary party. With Mr. Jansen, me, Melissa, and Mr. Forman.
The end.
……
Maybe.
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