sol

No. This is the worst thing that could happen. I am screwed. 

"Mom the Wi Fi is down again!"

I am at least 90% sure I have Spanish work due tomorrow, and me being, well me, I put it off until the last minute. 

"Just do your work Sloan"

"I can't"

"Figure it out"

"My work is online"

 "... try reconnecting"

"Already did" 

"Which network"

"Tried both"

"Just do what you can"

I am panicing. I decide to try read to pass the time, but it is impossible to focus with something like this hanging over me. I have already missed a lot of assignments I can't afford to miss another. I decide to google ways to relive stress. I don't find anything very helpful.

wait...I have google! The Wifi is back!

I quickly pull up my work. Anticipating the worst, then I see the two best words that can ever be said by a teacher. 

No homework

thank god

sol

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"Chuck it!" everyone screams.

With the summer breeze toying with my hair, and the stars shining down on my face, I throw the can as far as possible.It's not really a can just a bunch of duct tape wrapped around a soda bottle. I contemplate this as I jump into the back of the  Greeer's pick up truck. Brittany is sitting behind me. This had been the first time this year we had seen each other and it felt good to be together again.

We peek out of the truck bed at my brother in the middle of the circle. As time passes we hear our friends get called out.

"Mary Jane behind the oak tree"

"Skip behind the grey toyota"

"Anna in the bushes"

In this time we have developed a plan.Brittany runs in front of my brother in my hoodie while I sneak up behind him kick the can.

snow sol

" I swear to god the are planning my murder"
"They're not that bad"
"This one is missing an eye"
"Just put her towards the back of the tree"
"It's creepy"
"It's a tradition"
My parents continue to argue. Ever since I can remember my family (on my mom side) has decorated our christmas with dolls. It's a strange way of doing things but you get used to it. I pick up Princess Diana wrapped in bubble wrap. I put her off to side to put up later, another habit my family has is putting the couples together. Princess Diana is on the coffee table next to Anne of Cleves, Henry the 8th, and Romeo.
"Sloan"
"Yes"
"Can you go outside with your brother"
"Sure"
I Walk over to the mud room and pull on my snow pants, parka, boots, and gloves. My brother looks over at me eagerly. I open the door to leave.
"She's missing a arm
"It's covered by the cape"
"No its not"
I feel a burst of cold air. The snow has covered everything.
SPLAT
I see the reminisce of a snow on the brick below me. My brother looks at me with a sinister grin. I run towards him and push into the the snow. He pulls me down with him. I grab some nearby snow and shove it in his face.
This goes on for about an hour. By now we have established bases. I doge behind a snow covered bush while my brother attacks me with snowballs.
"Sloan, Carson, Lunch time"
The snow balls stop. My brother looks at me.
"Truce" I say
"For Now" He responds

book bog

this week I read Code Name Verity. The story is about our main character, code named Verity, She has been captured by Nazis and is being held at a hotel converted prison. She is being forced to rat out codes, bases, and other information. The story (or at least where I am at) is told by our main character writing her confession to her interrogators. I personally don't really like this book so far. I feel like it is good book and has a good writing style, but I personally don't find it interesting.

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I am staring at my empty page. I am to tiered to think of anything remotely creative. I just want to go to bed, but I have to finish my slice of life first, so I stay awake. The later I stay up the more tiered I get and the less ideas I can think of, so on and so forth.

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I stare at the cursor taunting me, the more I stare the more tiered I become, the more tiered I become the more grumpy I get, the more grumpy I get the more I hate that stupid cursor.

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Music might help. Praying for inspiration I open grooveshark in another tab. Grooveshark is this weird website with free songs that has become my go to for anything music related. Click liked songs just to see what comes on. I start to hear the intro to High Way to Hell. After about five minutes I realize I am procrastinating. So I go back to blogger.

I am greeted by a blank page and a blinking black cursor.





I hate Writing

book blog

This week I read A Mango Shaped Space. It's about a girl named Mia who has Synesthesia, a condition where she sees specific colors and shapes for certain noises. When Mia discovers about her disorder (or discovers that she has a disorder) she develops god complex which begins to tear her life apart. I liked this book, I have never really seen a book play with god complexes and issues like this one. I think it was very well written and I would suggest it to most people in our (and Linda's if there viewing my blog) class.

sol 6

"Sloan come over here"

My Grandmother waves me over. I just got back from the bathroom and all of a sudden everybody was crowding around the fire whispering. I walk over. I see a group of Masai warriors, talking. 

I look at my grandmother, my eyebrows raised.

"SQAAAAA!" 

I turn my head back to the Masai who have created a half circle. One of the Masai walks into the center and boosts himself up into the air and screams.

"SQAAAAA!"

The man leaves the center and joins the rest and somebody else steps into the center. He also jumps up into air.

"SQAAAAA!"

This goes on for awhile. After a few minutes they become silent and I hear a low hum. The hum rises into a chorus and they continue there jumping. It is incredible how high they can jump. I watch amazed until eventually it ends.

book blog

This week/ over break I read Pop goes the Weasel. This book was mediocre at best. The story is about Helen Grace a tortured, rebellious, cop (am I the only one who has noticed to be a bit of a stereotype) who has to catch a serial killer. The killer is a somewhat of a reverse Jack the Ripper, a prostitute killing her customers.This book had a annoyingly slow pacing, poorly developed characters, and has unrealistic ideas. I would not recommend this to anyone in our class.