It's been a while, friends, but I'm back and to prove it you have a post. I've been a bit patchy these past few weeks (check it out here) Anyway read the parts you missed by clicking on the links. :) Go on, do it! {part 1}, {part 2},{part 3}
Thor raised his hammer and...
BANG!!! A massive explosion shook the cave and we were flung into the air. And then we were in a meadow of... purple flowers. "Thor! I told you Zeus' palace, not his meadow! You know I get hayfe..." and Mercury sneezed, rather loudly. Thor chuckled.
"Sorry, Mercury, I must have hit the portal a bit too hard." Thor raised hammer again, and we were standing in a courtyard, surrounded by fauns, centaurs, nymphs, you name it. Every creature I had previously thought of as a figment of my imagination was there!
"Thor, Mercury, and ever so puny mortal, Zeus would like to see you right away! And quick smart, run, you silly girl, don't just stand there, run!" I recognized her as Hera, Zeus' wife. So we ran, and fast. We got to the throne room, puffing and holding our sides... Well I did, at least. And then a big booming voice came through the doors. "But Dad, please...?"
"No, go on, off with you, Hercules!" A young man stalked out of the room and gave us a warning.
"He's in a bad mood today, Mercury, you better have that mortal." I walked into the throne room with shaky legs and the doors slammed shut behind us...
To be continued
Nate Blackwall Part 4
(Part 1, Part 2, Part 3)
The day was uneventful until Physics that afternoon. I should probably explain a little more about Mr. Smith.
Mr. Jonathan Smith (Yes, people actually name their kids Jon Smith. I don't know why.), age early-thirties, has been a physics teacher here at Memorial for three years. He's my favorite teacher, because he's really funny, smart, and if I get to class early, we have nerdy "yo momma" contests. Also, he has a goatee.
I walked into the classroom, where Mr. Smith was grading papers. I didn't think he'd seen me, but then I heard him say, "Yo momma's like an incandescent lightbulb- old, wasteful, and not that bright."
I chuckled.
"Yeah? Well, yo momma's so ugly, even fluorine doesn't want to bond with her."
He looked up.
"As a science teacher, I have to give you props for that one."
I bowed dramatically, and walked over to my seat. Only a couple of other people were here yet.
Just me, one of Anna-Christina's soccer teammates, and that OCD guy, who was sharpening his pencils until they were all the same height.
None of my friends have physics this period, except Gina's girlfriend Kate, who I don't know all that well, and my neighbor Jason who I don't get long with all that well.
After school I met up with Kevin, Gina, and Kate next to the statue of Lily Willow Marie Caldridge, and we walked home. Well, Kevin and Kate split off to go to there neighborhoods, but Gina and I live on the street.
We talked about girls the whole way, until we reached my house and she waved goodbye.
I stepped through the door, and saw my dad with his leg propped up on the coffee table, the TV playing commercials. I don't think he even knew what was on.
"Dad? What are you doing home?"
He looked up from his phone. "Oh, I sprained my ankle," he said nonchalantly.
I nodded, as if this was all normal. "So where's Mom?"
"Had to work late. Her client got arrested."
My mom's a public defender, but she looks like a model from the 1940's. In fact, my parents met because she was doing pinup modeling on the side of law school, and my dad's a photographer. They were doing a shoot on a beach at night, and my mom couldn't stop laughing at my dad.
He didn't realize until after the shoot that a seagull had pooped on his head. She helped him clean bird crap out of his hair, and two years later they got married.
The day was uneventful until Physics that afternoon. I should probably explain a little more about Mr. Smith.
Mr. Jonathan Smith (Yes, people actually name their kids Jon Smith. I don't know why.), age early-thirties, has been a physics teacher here at Memorial for three years. He's my favorite teacher, because he's really funny, smart, and if I get to class early, we have nerdy "yo momma" contests. Also, he has a goatee.I walked into the classroom, where Mr. Smith was grading papers. I didn't think he'd seen me, but then I heard him say, "Yo momma's like an incandescent lightbulb- old, wasteful, and not that bright."
I chuckled.
"Yeah? Well, yo momma's so ugly, even fluorine doesn't want to bond with her."
He looked up.
"As a science teacher, I have to give you props for that one."
I bowed dramatically, and walked over to my seat. Only a couple of other people were here yet.
Just me, one of Anna-Christina's soccer teammates, and that OCD guy, who was sharpening his pencils until they were all the same height.
None of my friends have physics this period, except Gina's girlfriend Kate, who I don't know all that well, and my neighbor Jason who I don't get long with all that well.
After school I met up with Kevin, Gina, and Kate next to the statue of Lily Willow Marie Caldridge, and we walked home. Well, Kevin and Kate split off to go to there neighborhoods, but Gina and I live on the street.
We talked about girls the whole way, until we reached my house and she waved goodbye.
I stepped through the door, and saw my dad with his leg propped up on the coffee table, the TV playing commercials. I don't think he even knew what was on."Dad? What are you doing home?"
He looked up from his phone. "Oh, I sprained my ankle," he said nonchalantly.
I nodded, as if this was all normal. "So where's Mom?"
"Had to work late. Her client got arrested."
My mom's a public defender, but she looks like a model from the 1940's. In fact, my parents met because she was doing pinup modeling on the side of law school, and my dad's a photographer. They were doing a shoot on a beach at night, and my mom couldn't stop laughing at my dad.
He didn't realize until after the shoot that a seagull had pooped on his head. She helped him clean bird crap out of his hair, and two years later they got married.
Best Friends
Best friends always have your back
Best friends stand up for you even when you’re wrong
Best friends will pick up the phone and chat like they saw
you yesterday when it’s been months
Best friends keep secrets
Best friends know when you need a hug
Best friends protect you
Best friends will always listen
Best friends are a shoulder to cry on
Best friends will laugh with you
Best friends will squeal, laugh, and cry with you about your
crush on a boy they’ve never met
Best friends never have IOUs
Best friends will loan you their favorite shirt when you’ve
spilled ketchup on yours
Best friends make waffles in the morning without knowing how
to work to waffle maker
Best friends can be trusted with your embarrassing photos,
videos, and stories
Best friends will never tell your secrets
Best friends stay best friends no matter what
A best friend is something everyone needs to have
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