I was born on July 24th, 1999. A funny date to be born upon, but I am at least older then Phrazer. However, my memory does not stretch back that far.
As far as I can remember, I was only 4, learning about my age. I do remember having two friends I play tag with, but I didn't even know their names, I can't even tell if it was a dream, a vision, or reality. But that was in pre-school if I recall correctly. I couldn't even tell if I was 4 years old at the time.
Anyway, when I was young, I was born in the state of Colorado, in the city of Colorado Springs. It is with great disappointment that I say, I used to think I was a god back then, and this thought lasted from the day I was born to first grade. I used to play video games such as Starcraft 1 back then with my brother, the violence poised my mind. My mother reminds me that I used to love studying but that I cannot remember.
Anyway, I used to think I was some Inca chief, like a god that can control everything, the wind, the animals, even people, which was humiliating.
When I was about 5, I was sent to a Christian academy, why? Because, apparently, my mother is Catholic. Of course, I didn't know she was Catholic, and I didn't even know what the heck to do at the academy. I remember just going to multiple rooms, playing, and other stuff. They also had video games there as well, I shown no interest in Mario at the time, I only shown interest in the violent games. I'm not Christian now days. But I still use terms such as "dear god" because of the Christian academy.
1st grade
Now, to the part in which I do remember, first grade. When I was in Colorado, I went to none other then a school in which my brother loved, Wall flower or something like that, and you'd expect that I love it too, eh? Well, I didn't, I hated it. It was all confusing. I remember I would just whisper and my teacher would ask me if I wanted to go to my desk when we sat on the floor. Was it trouble? Not to me. I would grab a book, not a chapter book, just a small picture book, point at the sentence, and read through it. The teacher, one time, came over to me, and then, went to the front of the room. She then yelled to the class about reading like the way I did. Just pointing your finger on the statement and reading it through your head. She said, you should just read out loud. Now days, I just scoff and say. "Yeah, meanwhile, lets let China hear us read from the other side of the Earth." However, when I was in first grade, I made a friend named "Daniel", coincidence? Ha! If you read the book "the tale of Jenna", then I named Daniel after my friend there. I think he's the first friend I ever had to introduce his name.
And my favorite part of this story, moving. I remember saying to my friend. "I don't have go to school!" I said, cheering, hopping up and down. I used to think there was no other schools in the whole world. Of course, I was wrong. Finally, I moved to Arizona. Away from the nightmare, of course, leaving my home behind. Anyway, I was in a new school that I have forgotten it's name. The teacher, however, was actually nice. I do believe the school's name was Higely or something like that. Anyway, I made a friend there, whom is very nice. And yeah, I was in a pretty good school. Though the students in the school were easily offended.
2nd grade
And then, moved again, this time, to probably the worst state I ever been to, Virginia. I was in 2nd grade at this time. But secretly, a thief. A bad thief, you might ask? Well, if you steal from a teacher disrespecting you, it's not stealing in my book, it's justice. I remember stealing a roll of tape from the teacher... a role of tape without tape, might I add. But, to be polite. I first asked the teacher, she said "let me think about it.", I just said to myself. "Ha! You have no use of this anyway." It was on Friday, and I expected her to forget about it. Next Monday, she comes over to me and says "You can only get up with my permission now.", that is a very, very, very dumb action. I used that roll of tape as a tire, basically, for a toy. But why would she punish me just for taking something she doesn't even need?
She knew I was one that loved guns. However, I was not that addicted. I remember one time, I was "amazed" by a piece of paper, you heard me right. But it wasn't the paper, it was looking at the side of the paper that interested me. The thin part, if you keep it up straight, it will seem as if it is not even there. Anyway, she saw me, and she thought I was pretending to aim a gun. I laugh now days. She wrote me a report, luckily, put it on my desk. And if you know my past self, it's that you cannot trust me. I took the paper and crumbled it, torn it, and hidden the remains. She didn't see the paper so she wrote another one, not learning her lesson, again, put it on my desk. I did the same thing, and she never noticed. You'd think that these teachers would be smarter.
I do believe in between 2nd grade and 3rd grade, I went to my cousin's house in Texas. There, I met my cousins. I'm the youngest member of my family, now days, however, I have a niece.
My cousins let me play a game, World of Warcraft, in which, I didn't understand what to do. Why is this a concern? You'll see...
3rd grade
Yay, third grade. Moved, again, to the same school I went to, two years ago. Which was pretty exciting, going back to that same school I went in first grade in Arizona. This time, it was different. I quickly despised it. The teacher, despised me. I would sit near a friend of mine that was friends of mine two years ago. I do not remember his name, but it was very good to meet him again.
One time, we were to make a project with a group, I do not remember what it was about. But I drew a very neat picture of a human and ice cream, for me, it was very wondrous to draw a human so good. Until, some fine gentleman in our group decided to improvise our pictures. At first, he drew a message cloud on my human, saying "lolololololol". I kept my cool, chuckling nervously. Then, he started drawing an orange outline around the project, messing it up. I tried to defend by lifting his hand into the air. Unfortunately, the teacher saw it as an act of violent and made me sit on the floor against a wall. I was forced to stare as he messed up the very effort we worked so hard on.
However, there are times I would get lucky. I remember one time, I was going to be sent away from this school for a short time. During recess, I taunted the very ones I despised. Laughing, mocking, pointing. A guard then caught me and said. "You will be on timeout on Monday." She said. I pretended to feel guilt, and be confused. When she turned her back, I turned mine and smiled. It was Friday, and I was going away from this school for about a week. I never saw her again and I gone unpunished.
One time, I was just walking around the playground during recess. And then, I heard a familiar voice behind me say my name. I spun around, saying his name that will remain anonymous. I knew who it was, it was my friend from two years ago. I was excited to see him.
Finally, moving, saying goodbye to my friend. I left for California, in which, it's always sad to let your friends go.
Carrying on, I went to California for the rest of my third grade education. The teacher was nice, I made several friends. And I played wall ball and stuff. I wasn't familiar with the game but I would observe people play it, and then, I got the hang of it. Also, when I was in third grade, I would make books made out of paper, funny, right? Usually, the books would never make it, and they had horrible hand writing and artwork, bad stories. The last paper book I made was in fifth grade.
At this school, I would clean up litter, and pretend as if I was a traffic guard when people climbed monkey bars. Which was quite stupid of me.
Again, luck was my ally. I remember one time, I was crossing the street shortly from my home, there was a dead squirrel right there. Headless. However, it distracted me. And I then heard a car. Glancing to my left, I quickly dashed forward. The truck barely missing me.
However, for the first time ever, the teacher shown us something that affected my life forever, she shown us the 1995 film called "Balto."
4th grade
Fourth grade, didn't move! Hurray! The teacher was nice, even though different, had faith in me. However, some of my friends, betrayed me. I remember one of them made me so mad, I "chi-blocked" his face when I went to go for his shoulders. I don't know how I managed to hit his face, but it was very effective. His mother was very mad.
Likewise, it was a very good school year but I had to move about half-way through it.
Fourth grade, in Arizona, again. Not the same school, luckily. But, heres when news gets good. I played a game highly despised by people, you want to know? World of Warcraft, great, I told you my secret, you'll think completely different of me now, you'll start hating me.
Anyway, I only had the 30-day trial. And it was a few days before school starts. I played it, and was very fascinated. In fact, my dad started playing it. If you do play World of Warcraft, I'd thought I'd let you know I'm part of the Horde.
Anyway, carrying on. Fourth grade wasn't so bad in this school, got a nice teacher, of course, students were big-mouthed. And I made a very good friend of mine. I advertised World of Warcraft to him, regretfully, I didn't really listen to him if he advertised to me. I also made several friends as well.
5th grade
Fifth grade, things changed. I was addicted to World of Warcraft. The whole school seemed to change. My fourth grade teacher retired, which, was good for him. But his students seemed to have suffered. I had two teachers, one would come on Mondays, Tuesdays, and Wednesdays, other would come on the other days. They would steal stuff from me, they even stole my erasers, pencil sharpener, etc. Why? Because I loved playing with them. I even revealed my secret to the class that I played Warcraft, what a horrible mistake. The whole class had a negative attitude towards me, in fact, they were all perverted. One of them, came over to my desk, and- nevermind.
Anyway, moving along. At the (near) end of the school year, I would draw pretty funny Warcraft comics. And, they stole them, all of them, and never gave it back. The comics didn't even have any violence. Though they did have weaponry. They said they would give them back at the end, I don't even have them.
Oh, whats this? Balro's quests was made after watching Balto again. Thats right, the first version of Balro's quests. Of course, it had a different banner back then, in fact, it used to have a chat box in it. But, when I shown it to my teachers, they just said "good."
As I played World of Warcraft, my wisdom and realization grew about the world. I began to think that maybe call of duty was just a waste of my time. Though World of Warcraft was itself, I began to think that guns were just not what I thought they were. (Yes, I did play call of duty back then.)
6th grade
Sixth grade was when I moved to Beaver creek, Ohio, there, I lived in an apartment with ducks living near it. The ducks were cute, though glutton. Anyway, in sixth grade, I have made the first version of the Alpha Howl library, and no, it was not the "Dark Alpha manor" as Seven fears calls it.
When school started in sixth grade, I was very confused, I never had a locker, and apparently, in this school, all things, including your backpack had to be in a locker. The only thing you can bring with you is a binder, and other things you may use from your locker. Of course, I used to just get my binder, and when 2nd period came, which was study hall, I would ask the teacher to just go to my dang locker and get a book I wanted. But, she told me (kindly) to stop, of course, I never disliked that teacher, she was kind, but I had a change in strategy after that.
The only teacher I really disliked was the science teacher. She was old and was the only one to get me into detention (for some reason) but overtime, she began to like me and I began to like her. However, one day, her husband sadly died in a car crash. I remember one day, she was teaching us a science subject and, she started crying. Obviously, I knew what she was crying about. I would've talked to her but the bell rung and I had to move on. A decision I quickly regret.
I have made a good friend in sixth grade, whom I forgot his name, but he was a good friend of mine. Until, he had to move. What a shame.
Anyway, when he moved, I had to look for a new friend, so, I found a good friend whos name will not be shared. And we would play chess together, I wound normally win, but he was a very good friend, very kind. Until, he introduced me to... him...
Old Phrazer did not hang out with us often, but overtime, he did start too. He got to the point where he played chess with us.
After watching my brother play an awesome game called "Stranger's wrath", I was inspired and made what was "the tale of Jakullie" to modern day "dawn of the bounty hunter", and, getting into the story, I made a hand-drawn wallpaper of the book. Showing the main character standing in the front with a ten gallon. Also Dmitri, a panther that is suppose to be Hinuget, and then a wolf who is suppose to be Gillium. In the background, shown black hand mercenaries, a snake samurai, and the Rapture gang.
Destiny decided to play a date with us, because as me and old Phrazer were playing chess, the wind from the open window bellowed through and knocked down my papers from my binder! I quickly picked up the papers, but then, he went over to me and asked. "What the heck is this?!" He showed me the very picture I drew for dawn of the bounty hunter! I then replied that it was my book.
Phrazer kept begging for me to give him the URL of the book website (for Balro's quests), finally, I gave him it, but then, he decided that the next day, he decided to walk over to me and say "I'm planning on making rise of the bounty hunter." Which, angered me.
Phrazer, lets just say, was not very bright. One time, he actually said to me, "this is it, today is the day, if I win chess, I get to claim ownership of all your books." I looked at him and laughed, I replied, "and if I win, you will remove all your books, your library, and never copy anything from me again." He then said "nevermind."
At the end of sixth grade, I quit World of Warcraft, however, now days, I still respect it.
7th grade
Onward to seventh grade, after painful moving. Seriously, no joke, we packed up from morning to the NEXT morning! With non-stop, the ducks started waking up when we were finished.
After the long and painful trip. We finally moved, by truck, to California, again.
And there, I lived in Mountain view, where we had a new, very small house. The house was very, very small. Yet it still gave me a feeling that cannot be explained.
In this school, I was not lost as I was in sixth grade. But, in this school, you didn't have to put your backpack in lockers. And you didn't have to eat in a cafeteria, you can eat wherever you want. Except classrooms.
Anyway, in this school, I made my first friend, who will be anonymous. But he was Japanese, in which, looks so much like me, people used to mistaken us as brothers, and my second was Vietnamese. My third friend was Polish. And the school was very easy to tame, life in this school was just a sit-back. Math was a breeze, the teachers were friendly, can't say the same to the students.
After introducing a little project on ourselves in language arts, however, I said that I make books. And after language arts, a certain someone came over to me and talked to me about the books. I knew who this person was, I saw him plenty of times in my classrooms. In fact, one time in meteor science, me and him did a project together with a small group. I spoke German in front of him and he said, "that's not Russian." And I replied. "Thats not Russian, thats German." I replied.
Anyway, we talked, and he had an interesting background, apparently, this guy made books himself! And he said he published several. I then began to like this guy and hung out with him more then often.
Now days, we know him as Raptor log, and his other friend is Javabot. Both were good friends with me.
In the early years, Raptor log, Javabot, and a few others would hang out during lunch. We would eat, talk, and then play tag. In which, tag, I was good at, I was very, very fast. Though the lack of stamina was my weakness. Anyhow, we would play tag. Sometimes, the teacher would say "stop playing tag" but we cared less. I remember one time, I crashed into a pole while playing tag. And lost a large part of my adult tooth. Now days, it has tooth filling in it. Ugh. You may see that event in the the journal entries.
When I was in California for the first time, I used to play a game called "stick arena", in which, I was pretty much a "pro" at. But I quit, and I played more stick figure games. I soon gone to a gaming website called "stick page". In which, I played stick wars for the first time. (Stick wars #1) and I loved it. In seventh grade, I decided to go on stick page. And I was astonished to find stick wars #2. I then played it and after completing the campaign. I started playing stick empires. And I grew to love it. Of course, back then, you had to copy all the codes to view a replay, now days, you click a button. In which, this gave me an idea. I created "Alpha empire".
After graduating seventh grade, several of my friends had reached a certain level of grade where they got a medal, and several of my friends got it, but I didn't. Some would weep but I didn't care, I applauded my friends. I had no jealousy, and after that, I had to move again to another place. A place south of Mountain view. But still in California.
8th grade
Finally, eightieth grade. In the school "Adams middle school", the school was not very large, and more strict. However, the schedule here was not as complicated as Mountain view. In Mountain view, my schedule was, Monday, Tuesdays, and Fridays, I had to go to all classes. On Wednesdays, it was periods: 2-4-and 6. Thursdays: 1-3-5-7. In this school though, it was.
Mondays: All periods
Tuesdays and Thursdays: 2-4-6
Wednesdays, Fridays: 1-3-5
So, this school was a lot shorter. But Math was tougher. Likewise, the school was a breeze. The first friend I made was in period 5, which was physical education, a little boy asked me. "What do we do today?" I had physical education for both periods 1 and 5, so I told him everything he needed to know. And upon that day, we became friends. He was a seventh grader, and quite short. But oh well.
I should talk about the science teacher, the science teacher was quite a free man from the school's rules. He was basically a man of his own laws. He would do his own things, he would insult the dumb and compliment the smart. One time, someone was talking in class, and he told the girl to shut it. The girl then said "it's important." The science teacher leaned towards her and said. "I don't care, if the lord gave you a vision, if you want eternal life, ignore him." I laughed. Though I do agree with some of his opinions, such as on very hot days, rather then pay for air conditioning, just let the students go home. I have to disagree with some of his other opinions, such as, he says that he would wave dollar bills in front of homeless people to taunt them, he says, that they made their own choices. I have to disagree with that. Sometimes, people were forced into these kinds of things, whether it be robbed, or insurances companies, or other stuff.
Any who, moving forward. I was one time talking to my seventh grade friend, in physical education. And I was talking to him about stick empires. And then, a kind gentleman decided to eaves drop on us. He then looked at us and asked. "Are you guys talking about stick empires?" And I replied. "Yeah." We all then became friends upon that spot. The man was a tall fellow, he was as tall as me! And he was a year younger.
I then began to hang out with these fellows more. The tall guy, whom was Italian (though he doesn't sound or look Italian.) had a small gang, just like Raptor log. In which, the gang liked me and I liked them. I made friends with another Russian whom knew a lot of nuclear bombs and technology. And an Arabian, and a Chilean. There was also a Japanese guy but I didn't really like him as much.
My seventh grade friend had a very small gang as well. A Mexican, and someone else. Whom was Arabian, Greek, and Mexican. He was tall too but he was the same age as me. My seventh grade friend was Coast Rican, (which is north of Panama, in central American) There was another Japanese person in the gang that I again, didn't like as much.
The teachers were all friendly, even though, the students are not, and some teachers are stupid too. One time, someone was harassing my Arabian friend. Stealing his sweater, in which, this guy feared me. I quickly dashed at him and held his neck with my arm. A teacher saw me do this, and asked me. "Why did you choke hold him?" I replied. "Well, you see, he was trying to steal my friends' coat and-" "What does that have to do with you choke holding him?" I would've said, "everything!" if only I had the guts to. He then talked to the trouble maker and said to me. "Keep your hands to yourself." I felt so much hatred. In fact, a week before that, there was an anti-bullying program called "be the change". In which, all the teachers pledged to stop bullying. (Except my science teacher.) Basically, I was following the program until that very moment.
The science teacher, after the "be the change", said. "Lets change the quote from, being the change-" He wrote "be the change" on the board and then, right next to it. Put "keeping it real." I laughed so hard. The science teacher somewhat liked me (not as much) because I was quiet, but I wasn't smart, I'll probably never be as smart as him.
But like my science teacher, I was a man that made my own rules. I would sometimes go into the library at lunch, and get on the computers. I would watch videos on youtube such as "march of war" or stick empire replays. In fact, the computers were set up tactically, once you gone into the library, you would walk straight ahead, pass the front desk, and pass a few useless desks. And then, the computers were right there. Two lines of computers, right and left. I would go to the far back of the computers, and sit down where I can face the only entrance where a teacher would enter. A teacher would come and check what we were doing on the computers, I would close everything, and pretend I was just checking homework. Am I mean? No, I'm just doing my own things, even the students didn't care about me watching stick empires or march of war. Though sometimes, I would go on the computers to learn something, such as one time, I was learning about Manchuria, and they don't care. So, theres something good.
The most annoying thing about this school was, the students, in lunch. In this school, you had to eat in a cafeteria, but anyway, some students would come over to us and beg to us for food. If they asked me, I would reply "I think you'll survive." And they would get angry, but leave.
Finally, at the end of the year, graduation. My friends would ask me. "Are you going to graduation?" I would reply. "Maybe, but I don't care, I'm going to high school anyway." During graduation, all my friends were there, even my Jamaican friend. In which, we had to practice this stupid thing for about a week. During practice, I one time stretched, and the teacher went over to me and said "please don't do that, the audience can see you." I was all like. "Is there a problem with stretching?"
During graduation, I counted how many times we got screwed over. I was the second one onto the stage, my Chilean friend was first. We got screwed 10X over once we walked on stage, because my Chilean friend got in the wrong seat. And then, the rest was just sitting there like a statue for the next event. When one girl went up to the microphone, the girl said some sentences and actually one time said "what doesn't kill you makes you stronger." I whispered, "depression." My Chilean friend chuckled. The Principal gone up and said, "do the right thing." My eyes grew and I whispered to my Chilean friend. "Did he just say, 'do the right thing?" My Chilean friend said. "Yeah." I then laughed and told my Arabian friend in front of me, "do the right thing." He laughed. Basically, a reference to the coat-stealing event.
We finally got our scroll and sat down. And I wanted to see what was in it. But we had to pass our papers to the left! I was all like. "What? Then why did you give us this?!" What baloney.
As far as I can remember, I was only 4, learning about my age. I do remember having two friends I play tag with, but I didn't even know their names, I can't even tell if it was a dream, a vision, or reality. But that was in pre-school if I recall correctly. I couldn't even tell if I was 4 years old at the time.
Anyway, when I was young, I was born in the state of Colorado, in the city of Colorado Springs. It is with great disappointment that I say, I used to think I was a god back then, and this thought lasted from the day I was born to first grade. I used to play video games such as Starcraft 1 back then with my brother, the violence poised my mind. My mother reminds me that I used to love studying but that I cannot remember.
Anyway, I used to think I was some Inca chief, like a god that can control everything, the wind, the animals, even people, which was humiliating.
When I was about 5, I was sent to a Christian academy, why? Because, apparently, my mother is Catholic. Of course, I didn't know she was Catholic, and I didn't even know what the heck to do at the academy. I remember just going to multiple rooms, playing, and other stuff. They also had video games there as well, I shown no interest in Mario at the time, I only shown interest in the violent games. I'm not Christian now days. But I still use terms such as "dear god" because of the Christian academy.
1st grade
Now, to the part in which I do remember, first grade. When I was in Colorado, I went to none other then a school in which my brother loved, Wall flower or something like that, and you'd expect that I love it too, eh? Well, I didn't, I hated it. It was all confusing. I remember I would just whisper and my teacher would ask me if I wanted to go to my desk when we sat on the floor. Was it trouble? Not to me. I would grab a book, not a chapter book, just a small picture book, point at the sentence, and read through it. The teacher, one time, came over to me, and then, went to the front of the room. She then yelled to the class about reading like the way I did. Just pointing your finger on the statement and reading it through your head. She said, you should just read out loud. Now days, I just scoff and say. "Yeah, meanwhile, lets let China hear us read from the other side of the Earth." However, when I was in first grade, I made a friend named "Daniel", coincidence? Ha! If you read the book "the tale of Jenna", then I named Daniel after my friend there. I think he's the first friend I ever had to introduce his name.
And my favorite part of this story, moving. I remember saying to my friend. "I don't have go to school!" I said, cheering, hopping up and down. I used to think there was no other schools in the whole world. Of course, I was wrong. Finally, I moved to Arizona. Away from the nightmare, of course, leaving my home behind. Anyway, I was in a new school that I have forgotten it's name. The teacher, however, was actually nice. I do believe the school's name was Higely or something like that. Anyway, I made a friend there, whom is very nice. And yeah, I was in a pretty good school. Though the students in the school were easily offended.
2nd grade
And then, moved again, this time, to probably the worst state I ever been to, Virginia. I was in 2nd grade at this time. But secretly, a thief. A bad thief, you might ask? Well, if you steal from a teacher disrespecting you, it's not stealing in my book, it's justice. I remember stealing a roll of tape from the teacher... a role of tape without tape, might I add. But, to be polite. I first asked the teacher, she said "let me think about it.", I just said to myself. "Ha! You have no use of this anyway." It was on Friday, and I expected her to forget about it. Next Monday, she comes over to me and says "You can only get up with my permission now.", that is a very, very, very dumb action. I used that roll of tape as a tire, basically, for a toy. But why would she punish me just for taking something she doesn't even need?
She knew I was one that loved guns. However, I was not that addicted. I remember one time, I was "amazed" by a piece of paper, you heard me right. But it wasn't the paper, it was looking at the side of the paper that interested me. The thin part, if you keep it up straight, it will seem as if it is not even there. Anyway, she saw me, and she thought I was pretending to aim a gun. I laugh now days. She wrote me a report, luckily, put it on my desk. And if you know my past self, it's that you cannot trust me. I took the paper and crumbled it, torn it, and hidden the remains. She didn't see the paper so she wrote another one, not learning her lesson, again, put it on my desk. I did the same thing, and she never noticed. You'd think that these teachers would be smarter.
I do believe in between 2nd grade and 3rd grade, I went to my cousin's house in Texas. There, I met my cousins. I'm the youngest member of my family, now days, however, I have a niece.
My cousins let me play a game, World of Warcraft, in which, I didn't understand what to do. Why is this a concern? You'll see...
3rd grade
Yay, third grade. Moved, again, to the same school I went to, two years ago. Which was pretty exciting, going back to that same school I went in first grade in Arizona. This time, it was different. I quickly despised it. The teacher, despised me. I would sit near a friend of mine that was friends of mine two years ago. I do not remember his name, but it was very good to meet him again.
One time, we were to make a project with a group, I do not remember what it was about. But I drew a very neat picture of a human and ice cream, for me, it was very wondrous to draw a human so good. Until, some fine gentleman in our group decided to improvise our pictures. At first, he drew a message cloud on my human, saying "lolololololol". I kept my cool, chuckling nervously. Then, he started drawing an orange outline around the project, messing it up. I tried to defend by lifting his hand into the air. Unfortunately, the teacher saw it as an act of violent and made me sit on the floor against a wall. I was forced to stare as he messed up the very effort we worked so hard on.
However, there are times I would get lucky. I remember one time, I was going to be sent away from this school for a short time. During recess, I taunted the very ones I despised. Laughing, mocking, pointing. A guard then caught me and said. "You will be on timeout on Monday." She said. I pretended to feel guilt, and be confused. When she turned her back, I turned mine and smiled. It was Friday, and I was going away from this school for about a week. I never saw her again and I gone unpunished.
One time, I was just walking around the playground during recess. And then, I heard a familiar voice behind me say my name. I spun around, saying his name that will remain anonymous. I knew who it was, it was my friend from two years ago. I was excited to see him.
Finally, moving, saying goodbye to my friend. I left for California, in which, it's always sad to let your friends go.
Carrying on, I went to California for the rest of my third grade education. The teacher was nice, I made several friends. And I played wall ball and stuff. I wasn't familiar with the game but I would observe people play it, and then, I got the hang of it. Also, when I was in third grade, I would make books made out of paper, funny, right? Usually, the books would never make it, and they had horrible hand writing and artwork, bad stories. The last paper book I made was in fifth grade.
At this school, I would clean up litter, and pretend as if I was a traffic guard when people climbed monkey bars. Which was quite stupid of me.
Again, luck was my ally. I remember one time, I was crossing the street shortly from my home, there was a dead squirrel right there. Headless. However, it distracted me. And I then heard a car. Glancing to my left, I quickly dashed forward. The truck barely missing me.
However, for the first time ever, the teacher shown us something that affected my life forever, she shown us the 1995 film called "Balto."
4th grade
Fourth grade, didn't move! Hurray! The teacher was nice, even though different, had faith in me. However, some of my friends, betrayed me. I remember one of them made me so mad, I "chi-blocked" his face when I went to go for his shoulders. I don't know how I managed to hit his face, but it was very effective. His mother was very mad.
Likewise, it was a very good school year but I had to move about half-way through it.
Fourth grade, in Arizona, again. Not the same school, luckily. But, heres when news gets good. I played a game highly despised by people, you want to know? World of Warcraft, great, I told you my secret, you'll think completely different of me now, you'll start hating me.
Anyway, I only had the 30-day trial. And it was a few days before school starts. I played it, and was very fascinated. In fact, my dad started playing it. If you do play World of Warcraft, I'd thought I'd let you know I'm part of the Horde.
Anyway, carrying on. Fourth grade wasn't so bad in this school, got a nice teacher, of course, students were big-mouthed. And I made a very good friend of mine. I advertised World of Warcraft to him, regretfully, I didn't really listen to him if he advertised to me. I also made several friends as well.
5th grade
Fifth grade, things changed. I was addicted to World of Warcraft. The whole school seemed to change. My fourth grade teacher retired, which, was good for him. But his students seemed to have suffered. I had two teachers, one would come on Mondays, Tuesdays, and Wednesdays, other would come on the other days. They would steal stuff from me, they even stole my erasers, pencil sharpener, etc. Why? Because I loved playing with them. I even revealed my secret to the class that I played Warcraft, what a horrible mistake. The whole class had a negative attitude towards me, in fact, they were all perverted. One of them, came over to my desk, and- nevermind.
Anyway, moving along. At the (near) end of the school year, I would draw pretty funny Warcraft comics. And, they stole them, all of them, and never gave it back. The comics didn't even have any violence. Though they did have weaponry. They said they would give them back at the end, I don't even have them.
Oh, whats this? Balro's quests was made after watching Balto again. Thats right, the first version of Balro's quests. Of course, it had a different banner back then, in fact, it used to have a chat box in it. But, when I shown it to my teachers, they just said "good."
As I played World of Warcraft, my wisdom and realization grew about the world. I began to think that maybe call of duty was just a waste of my time. Though World of Warcraft was itself, I began to think that guns were just not what I thought they were. (Yes, I did play call of duty back then.)
6th grade
Sixth grade was when I moved to Beaver creek, Ohio, there, I lived in an apartment with ducks living near it. The ducks were cute, though glutton. Anyway, in sixth grade, I have made the first version of the Alpha Howl library, and no, it was not the "Dark Alpha manor" as Seven fears calls it.
When school started in sixth grade, I was very confused, I never had a locker, and apparently, in this school, all things, including your backpack had to be in a locker. The only thing you can bring with you is a binder, and other things you may use from your locker. Of course, I used to just get my binder, and when 2nd period came, which was study hall, I would ask the teacher to just go to my dang locker and get a book I wanted. But, she told me (kindly) to stop, of course, I never disliked that teacher, she was kind, but I had a change in strategy after that.
The only teacher I really disliked was the science teacher. She was old and was the only one to get me into detention (for some reason) but overtime, she began to like me and I began to like her. However, one day, her husband sadly died in a car crash. I remember one day, she was teaching us a science subject and, she started crying. Obviously, I knew what she was crying about. I would've talked to her but the bell rung and I had to move on. A decision I quickly regret.
I have made a good friend in sixth grade, whom I forgot his name, but he was a good friend of mine. Until, he had to move. What a shame.
Anyway, when he moved, I had to look for a new friend, so, I found a good friend whos name will not be shared. And we would play chess together, I wound normally win, but he was a very good friend, very kind. Until, he introduced me to... him...
Old Phrazer did not hang out with us often, but overtime, he did start too. He got to the point where he played chess with us.
After watching my brother play an awesome game called "Stranger's wrath", I was inspired and made what was "the tale of Jakullie" to modern day "dawn of the bounty hunter", and, getting into the story, I made a hand-drawn wallpaper of the book. Showing the main character standing in the front with a ten gallon. Also Dmitri, a panther that is suppose to be Hinuget, and then a wolf who is suppose to be Gillium. In the background, shown black hand mercenaries, a snake samurai, and the Rapture gang.
Destiny decided to play a date with us, because as me and old Phrazer were playing chess, the wind from the open window bellowed through and knocked down my papers from my binder! I quickly picked up the papers, but then, he went over to me and asked. "What the heck is this?!" He showed me the very picture I drew for dawn of the bounty hunter! I then replied that it was my book.
Phrazer kept begging for me to give him the URL of the book website (for Balro's quests), finally, I gave him it, but then, he decided that the next day, he decided to walk over to me and say "I'm planning on making rise of the bounty hunter." Which, angered me.
Phrazer, lets just say, was not very bright. One time, he actually said to me, "this is it, today is the day, if I win chess, I get to claim ownership of all your books." I looked at him and laughed, I replied, "and if I win, you will remove all your books, your library, and never copy anything from me again." He then said "nevermind."
At the end of sixth grade, I quit World of Warcraft, however, now days, I still respect it.
7th grade
Onward to seventh grade, after painful moving. Seriously, no joke, we packed up from morning to the NEXT morning! With non-stop, the ducks started waking up when we were finished.
After the long and painful trip. We finally moved, by truck, to California, again.
And there, I lived in Mountain view, where we had a new, very small house. The house was very, very small. Yet it still gave me a feeling that cannot be explained.
In this school, I was not lost as I was in sixth grade. But, in this school, you didn't have to put your backpack in lockers. And you didn't have to eat in a cafeteria, you can eat wherever you want. Except classrooms.
Anyway, in this school, I made my first friend, who will be anonymous. But he was Japanese, in which, looks so much like me, people used to mistaken us as brothers, and my second was Vietnamese. My third friend was Polish. And the school was very easy to tame, life in this school was just a sit-back. Math was a breeze, the teachers were friendly, can't say the same to the students.
After introducing a little project on ourselves in language arts, however, I said that I make books. And after language arts, a certain someone came over to me and talked to me about the books. I knew who this person was, I saw him plenty of times in my classrooms. In fact, one time in meteor science, me and him did a project together with a small group. I spoke German in front of him and he said, "that's not Russian." And I replied. "Thats not Russian, thats German." I replied.
Anyway, we talked, and he had an interesting background, apparently, this guy made books himself! And he said he published several. I then began to like this guy and hung out with him more then often.
Now days, we know him as Raptor log, and his other friend is Javabot. Both were good friends with me.
In the early years, Raptor log, Javabot, and a few others would hang out during lunch. We would eat, talk, and then play tag. In which, tag, I was good at, I was very, very fast. Though the lack of stamina was my weakness. Anyhow, we would play tag. Sometimes, the teacher would say "stop playing tag" but we cared less. I remember one time, I crashed into a pole while playing tag. And lost a large part of my adult tooth. Now days, it has tooth filling in it. Ugh. You may see that event in the the journal entries.
When I was in California for the first time, I used to play a game called "stick arena", in which, I was pretty much a "pro" at. But I quit, and I played more stick figure games. I soon gone to a gaming website called "stick page". In which, I played stick wars for the first time. (Stick wars #1) and I loved it. In seventh grade, I decided to go on stick page. And I was astonished to find stick wars #2. I then played it and after completing the campaign. I started playing stick empires. And I grew to love it. Of course, back then, you had to copy all the codes to view a replay, now days, you click a button. In which, this gave me an idea. I created "Alpha empire".
After graduating seventh grade, several of my friends had reached a certain level of grade where they got a medal, and several of my friends got it, but I didn't. Some would weep but I didn't care, I applauded my friends. I had no jealousy, and after that, I had to move again to another place. A place south of Mountain view. But still in California.
8th grade
Finally, eightieth grade. In the school "Adams middle school", the school was not very large, and more strict. However, the schedule here was not as complicated as Mountain view. In Mountain view, my schedule was, Monday, Tuesdays, and Fridays, I had to go to all classes. On Wednesdays, it was periods: 2-4-and 6. Thursdays: 1-3-5-7. In this school though, it was.
Mondays: All periods
Tuesdays and Thursdays: 2-4-6
Wednesdays, Fridays: 1-3-5
So, this school was a lot shorter. But Math was tougher. Likewise, the school was a breeze. The first friend I made was in period 5, which was physical education, a little boy asked me. "What do we do today?" I had physical education for both periods 1 and 5, so I told him everything he needed to know. And upon that day, we became friends. He was a seventh grader, and quite short. But oh well.
I should talk about the science teacher, the science teacher was quite a free man from the school's rules. He was basically a man of his own laws. He would do his own things, he would insult the dumb and compliment the smart. One time, someone was talking in class, and he told the girl to shut it. The girl then said "it's important." The science teacher leaned towards her and said. "I don't care, if the lord gave you a vision, if you want eternal life, ignore him." I laughed. Though I do agree with some of his opinions, such as on very hot days, rather then pay for air conditioning, just let the students go home. I have to disagree with some of his other opinions, such as, he says that he would wave dollar bills in front of homeless people to taunt them, he says, that they made their own choices. I have to disagree with that. Sometimes, people were forced into these kinds of things, whether it be robbed, or insurances companies, or other stuff.
Any who, moving forward. I was one time talking to my seventh grade friend, in physical education. And I was talking to him about stick empires. And then, a kind gentleman decided to eaves drop on us. He then looked at us and asked. "Are you guys talking about stick empires?" And I replied. "Yeah." We all then became friends upon that spot. The man was a tall fellow, he was as tall as me! And he was a year younger.
I then began to hang out with these fellows more. The tall guy, whom was Italian (though he doesn't sound or look Italian.) had a small gang, just like Raptor log. In which, the gang liked me and I liked them. I made friends with another Russian whom knew a lot of nuclear bombs and technology. And an Arabian, and a Chilean. There was also a Japanese guy but I didn't really like him as much.
My seventh grade friend had a very small gang as well. A Mexican, and someone else. Whom was Arabian, Greek, and Mexican. He was tall too but he was the same age as me. My seventh grade friend was Coast Rican, (which is north of Panama, in central American) There was another Japanese person in the gang that I again, didn't like as much.
The teachers were all friendly, even though, the students are not, and some teachers are stupid too. One time, someone was harassing my Arabian friend. Stealing his sweater, in which, this guy feared me. I quickly dashed at him and held his neck with my arm. A teacher saw me do this, and asked me. "Why did you choke hold him?" I replied. "Well, you see, he was trying to steal my friends' coat and-" "What does that have to do with you choke holding him?" I would've said, "everything!" if only I had the guts to. He then talked to the trouble maker and said to me. "Keep your hands to yourself." I felt so much hatred. In fact, a week before that, there was an anti-bullying program called "be the change". In which, all the teachers pledged to stop bullying. (Except my science teacher.) Basically, I was following the program until that very moment.
The science teacher, after the "be the change", said. "Lets change the quote from, being the change-" He wrote "be the change" on the board and then, right next to it. Put "keeping it real." I laughed so hard. The science teacher somewhat liked me (not as much) because I was quiet, but I wasn't smart, I'll probably never be as smart as him.
But like my science teacher, I was a man that made my own rules. I would sometimes go into the library at lunch, and get on the computers. I would watch videos on youtube such as "march of war" or stick empire replays. In fact, the computers were set up tactically, once you gone into the library, you would walk straight ahead, pass the front desk, and pass a few useless desks. And then, the computers were right there. Two lines of computers, right and left. I would go to the far back of the computers, and sit down where I can face the only entrance where a teacher would enter. A teacher would come and check what we were doing on the computers, I would close everything, and pretend I was just checking homework. Am I mean? No, I'm just doing my own things, even the students didn't care about me watching stick empires or march of war. Though sometimes, I would go on the computers to learn something, such as one time, I was learning about Manchuria, and they don't care. So, theres something good.
The most annoying thing about this school was, the students, in lunch. In this school, you had to eat in a cafeteria, but anyway, some students would come over to us and beg to us for food. If they asked me, I would reply "I think you'll survive." And they would get angry, but leave.
Finally, at the end of the year, graduation. My friends would ask me. "Are you going to graduation?" I would reply. "Maybe, but I don't care, I'm going to high school anyway." During graduation, all my friends were there, even my Jamaican friend. In which, we had to practice this stupid thing for about a week. During practice, I one time stretched, and the teacher went over to me and said "please don't do that, the audience can see you." I was all like. "Is there a problem with stretching?"
During graduation, I counted how many times we got screwed over. I was the second one onto the stage, my Chilean friend was first. We got screwed 10X over once we walked on stage, because my Chilean friend got in the wrong seat. And then, the rest was just sitting there like a statue for the next event. When one girl went up to the microphone, the girl said some sentences and actually one time said "what doesn't kill you makes you stronger." I whispered, "depression." My Chilean friend chuckled. The Principal gone up and said, "do the right thing." My eyes grew and I whispered to my Chilean friend. "Did he just say, 'do the right thing?" My Chilean friend said. "Yeah." I then laughed and told my Arabian friend in front of me, "do the right thing." He laughed. Basically, a reference to the coat-stealing event.
We finally got our scroll and sat down. And I wanted to see what was in it. But we had to pass our papers to the left! I was all like. "What? Then why did you give us this?!" What baloney.