It's been a while...:P

Hey everyone,

I just checked my blog for the first time in like two weeks today, that how busy I have been with homework and other super fun activities!! But I have a treat for you all...a story!!! So if you can all edit it and tell me what you like or what I should change that would be totally sweet!!!

Here it is...

Heroic
“Helen, can you come to my office?” asked Rob, her manager.
Helen had been employed at the bank for only a year and she knew with the recession that it was probably her turn to be laid off. Still, she remained hopeful.
“I don’t know how to tell you this, but…”
“Just tell me, I think I know what it is,” she replied very quietly anticipating what he would say next.
“Well, it’s actually good news! Because you have been working very hard and faithfully, I would like to offer you a promotion!”
She didn’t hear the rest of what he had to say. Her mind continued telling her that she had received a promotion and of all the money she would be making. Helen couldn’t wait to go home and email her husband to tell him the good news!
The rush hour traffic was packed more than usual on the ride home she swerved in and out of the traffic creating a huge band of beeping horns.
~~~~~~~~
“Who is this maniac?” Anche asked herself as she looked in her rear view mirror. “If she try’s to cut me off she’s messing with the wrong person.” The traffic came to a halt. No one was moving now. Anche turned on the radio to listen to the news. Eventually the traffic began to crawl forward. Out of the corner of her eye she noticed the red mustang weaving around cars, coming her way. The mustang was beside her now and there was no way that Anche was going to let this crazy driver pass her. Anche rolled down the window.
“Who do you think you are?” she shouted in disgust.
“Hi, my name is Helen, and I have to get home as soon as possible!” Helen replied trying to sound pleasant.
“Well, good for you. What do you think the rest of us are doing?” Anche raised her voice even louder.
The traffic began moving even faster and Helen closed her window and continued to accelerate. That woman was nut. She must have had a bad day. Helen took the next exit off the highway. Almost home! Wait, is that woman following me? Is that her car? No, I’m just dreaming again. C’mon Helen think positive.
Helen pulled her red mustang into the driveway of her two-story home. She grabbed for the remote to open the garage door, but it slipped like a fish from her grasp.
“Oh, no,” she shouted. Not only was that crazy woman being an idiot, but now this remote is trying to make my day go crazy too. There it is. The baby blue door slid open too slowly.
“C’mon, c’mon,” she shouted in frustration. She wanted to e-mail her husband to tell him the good news. She unlocked the door and entered the house. The answering machine was beeping and she ran towards it, but hesitated to click the play button. No I’m not going to push it. It just may tell me that my husband isn’t coming home next month. I don’t want that to ruin my day.
~~~~~~~~~
This has to be the house. That’s the red Mustang in the garage. Anche pulled into the driveway and stepped out of her car. I’m going to do this right. I am sick of these kind of people ruining my days. She walked up the flagstone pathway towards the front porch and pulled on the door knocker letting it bounce against the brass plate.
~~~~~~~~~
I wonder who that is? I’m not expecting company today. Maybe it’s the neighbour asking me to donate some money again. Helen went to the door and swung it open.
“Remember me?”
~~~~~~~~~~
“Mom, I’m home!” shouted Steven, Helen’s son. “Mom?” There was no answer. He went from room to room shouting her name, but still there was no answer. Her car’s home, maybe she just went for a walk or something, he thought, but she never leaves the doors unlocked. The answering machine is beeping, maybe she left me a message on it.
“You have one missed call,” it beckoned out through the speaker. “Hi, Helen, I’m coming home a month early from Afghanistan. I thought that we could make this a surprise for Steven. I can’t wait to see both of you. I love you, see you tomorrow.”
My dads coming home! I can’t wait…but, where is mom?
~~~~~~~~~~
Darkness began to set in. Helen was still not home. Steven knew something was wrong. As he was walking towards the phone, he noticed a dark shadow outside the back window watching him. It began to move. He ran towards the phone and dialled 9-1-1.
CRASH!
“Put the phone down kid,” shouted a woman.
“What did you do to my Mom?” asked Steven, shivering from fear.
“I did what I needed to do, and now I will finish the job!” she replied in a mocking voice.
“You-You-You killed her?” he asked with tears steaming down his cheek.
“I don’t want to hear it, you cry baby.”
Steven looked around for anything that he could throw at this woman. He saw a gleam coming from the kitchen counter.
“Mom’s bread knife,” he whispered to himself.
“What was that?” the woman demanded.
“Nothing,” Steven lied. He started moving towards the counter.
“Where do you think you’re going kid?”
“I want some food.”
“You better not try making a move on me, or else.”
Steven went to the counter and picked up the knife.
“What do you have in your hands?” the woman asked.
“Ummmm…” the gleam of the knife shone on the roof, giving it away.
“Put it down or I’ll shoot you,” the woman said with disgust. Steven tuned around with the knife in his hand.
“I’m not going to go down without a fight,” he said trying to sound like a real man, even though he was only thirteen. The woman gave him a questioning look as he began to move forward.
“You don’t want to do this son,” she started to say, “I will shoot you and I don’t want to because I have one of my own. Please! Stop!” Steven continued to advance. Suddenly everything went black.
~~~~~~~~~~
“Call 9-1-1,” a distant voice woke Helen from her unconscious state. She tried to move her head but it hurt too much. She just starred at the night sky with the stars shining down on her. What happened to me? Where am I? Why can’t I move?
“Ma’am, can you hear me?” the voice called as Helen slipped into unconsciousness again.
~~~~~~~~~
Helen’s eyes flickered open. Cards were hung on the walls around the room and red tulips were in a vase in the corner. Someone was holding her hand. His face was wrinkled with concern and he looked as if he had been crying. She tried to move her leg but it was no use. She tried to move her arm but it wouldn’t budge. Drool streamed from her mouth down her face. She closed her eyes. She could feel the man wiping the drool off her face. She opened her eyes again.
“Excuse me sir…” she began to squeak in a little voice.
“Helen, you woke up!” he smiled. She began to notice the facial features, she knew this man from somewhere.
“You’re my husband!” She stammered as loud as she could with her still weak voice.
“I love you honey and I have missed you so much,” he said with tears running down his cheek, “but honey, I have something to show you.” He handed the clipping from the newspaper to his wife.
“Heroic Young Boy Dies in Effort to Save His Mother.” Helen read then reached for her Husband. The two clung to each other, letting their sorrowful tears flow.

The Homework Blues

Hey,
So I'm going through this stage where I just wanna be out of school....I'm getting super tired of doing homework and sitting through classes...AUGHHH Five weeks left!!!
Kind of lame but I thought that I would throw something out there!!! :P
- Chris

A Forgotten Road Sign

This is actually a real story...this sign is located on my road, and every winter the sign gets smashed up! Please let me know how you like this!!

They smash me into the fresh dirt,
I’m there to direct people,
Tell drivers that the road ends,
Caution them not to come forward.

Nails pierce into my body.
Signs cover my naked splinters.
They take me for granted.
If I were not there, they would not know.

Sprinkled with snow,
Salt making my presence look dirty,
The cars can’t stop
And I fall down, crushed under the car.

Too many times have I been hurt.
Now I’m alone,
Barely visible from the road,
They might miss me now.

"The eve of my Birthday!"

So tommorow is my birthday, but am I ready to be 18???
It's kinda a scary thought....I'm getting OLD!!!!!
Oh well know more of that....PARTY WITH ME!!
You will only have your 18 birthday once...your not going to have it twice...so you might as well make the best of it!!!! And thats what I plan to do!

-Chris

"Hermingo"

Please edit this story so that I can get the best mark as posible!!! Thank-you!!! (Like the name?)

The sea was coming into the boat as if it had a mind of its own. Big, puffy, cumulus clouds were hanging low, almost touching the mighty waves of the ocean. Huge cold rain drops fell from the cloud covered sky. Another enormous rouge wave slapped the side of the ship and washed over its deck bringing men to their watery deaths.
“Lower the anchor,” shouted Captain Lawrence.
Sir Lawrence Halfway had been captain of the “Hermingo” as long as anyone could remember. He smelled like salt and cigars and never trimmed his beard except when he went to weddings. Lawrence loved the sea and felt at home out there with no land in sight.
“Let’s go men, hustle up!”
“Sir, you want us to get the Negroes from the bottom?”
“No, let them rot in their grave! We can always get more!”
Samuel ran to the ladder to get down to the hull of the boat. I have to save these Negroes; it’s not their fault that we have them.
Sam was not a man to go against authority very often, but this time he felt that he had to disobey the orders. With that, he lowered himself onto the rungs of the damp ladder.
“Hey, what do you think you’re doing?” sneered Joey, a fellow crewmember.
“Nothing, j-j-just going to go and bail some water from the bottom,” he managed to stammer out.
“Ya, wrong ladder buddy. Remember we don’t care if them Negroes drown,”
“Oh, I guess I forgot in all of this confusion,” Sam uttered as he tried to sound convincing.
“Ya, whatever….”
“Men, lower the life boats,” shouted the captain. “Abandon ship!”
Everyone raced towards the life boats except for Sam. I have to help out the Negroes, I can’t just let them die. How inhumane! God, help me!
Sam stepped onto the first rung of the ladder, then the next.
CRACK!
The boat was shattering, he had to go faster! He took another step but it wasn’t there. He felt around, but still nothing. The hatch door slammed shut causing debris to fall on his head. Another wave washed over the boat and fell through the cracked holes of the deck, soaking Sam with cold, salty water. Sam felt around again for the next rung, but he still couldn’t find it. Again he tried and took a daring step towards the last possible place where it could be.
SPLASH!
--------------
“It’s okay son,” reassured a mysterious man. He was cradling Sam in his arms holding his head above the ever-rising sea water.
“I have to get these people out of here…it’s all my fault…I just have to help the Negroes.” Sam insisted as he struggled to stand. Pain shot through his leg, his head was pounding and his face was bruised. He grabbed a board that was sticking through the hull of the ship to steady himself.
“Where did you come from? Who are you? What are….”
“Slow down Sam…”
“Wait how did you know my name…I’ve never seen you before in my life?”
“I just do, now let’s get these Negroes to safety,” he replied sternly.
Sam found the key and with the help of the mysterious man whom Sam was still wondering about, working to free the slaves from their chains. Sam moved his way through the lines of people but as time ticked by, the sea water continued to rise and the boat was beginning to tilt. He was shivering, but knew that he had to save these people from drowning. Each time that he would unlock the chains, the Negros would praise the Lord and thank Sam in words that he didn’t understand. By now the water was up to his waist. The slaves who could barely stand were being helped out by the stronger ones. Another wave crashed into the side of the boat. The wooden hull of the ship was making large cracking and groaning noises. At last he reached the last Negro. She was limp holding her crying baby in her hands.
“Me baby, care,” she stammered in a weak voice.
“I will,” Sam said as he took the baby from her arms.
“Sam! The boat’s going to go down.
Sam looked back towards the woman she wasn’t there! She was gone! He looked down at the baby in his shaking, wet arms. He struggled towards the ladder tripping over the chains.
“Sir!” Sam called as he reached the ladder, “Here’s the baby. Sir?”
The mysterious man wasn’t listening. Sam continued to call out to him but still no answer. Another wave swept over the ship soaking Sam and the baby in another shower of salt water. He climbed up the wet ladder. Each step was murderous to his leg, shooting pains through his whole body. The pain felt like razor blades cutting through every part of his body. Finally, he managed to get to the upper deck. I have to protect this baby…I promised the mother that I would. All of the Negroes followed him as if he were their leader, their hero!
Sam made his way across the slippery deck of the boat making sure to watch out for waves. He motioned for the Negroes to stop and hold onto a sturdy object to keep them from washing over the side of the boat. Sam handed the baby over to one of the women telling her in his language to care for him. The woman did not understand, but she figured that she might as well hold the baby and cuddle it to keep him warm. Sam continued over to where the lifeboats were stored. All the lifeboats were gone, either washed over the side of the boat or taken by the crew of the ship. Another huge wave washed over the ship taking the mast and sails with it. It sent screams among the people and even some into the sea. I have to do this soon. These people need my help. He looked around for anything that could bring them to safety. There was nothing, no hope. The mysterious man had disappeared. He must have washed over the side of the boat. The minutes felt like hours as the group sat together crying softly to themselves or talking in hushed voices to the people beside them.
“God, help us, please help us!” Sam prayed earnestly. “I know I haven’t been very good lately, but please help these people! They have done nothing wrong, I was the one who captured them and took them away from the comforts of their home and families.”
Suddenly there was a great uproar among the people. A huge rouge wave, the biggest that they had ever seen was coming towards the boat. People were crying out to God, screaming for their lives.
“Lord please stop this wave…please do what your will is,” Sam prayed frantically.
The wave got closer, it wasn’t going to stop.
Sam felt warm, dry, and at peace. The mysterious man was with him looking down at Sam’s face.
“Sam, you’re coming home!”

An Exciting Day!!!

Hi everyone,

So today was rather exciting for me! First of all there was no school...YAHOOH.

I went to Sick Kids in Toronto for my ear appointment and my brother Bryan also had a couple appointments...so that is basically what I was up to the whole day!

So when it was finally my appointment...which was after lunch the Doctor only saw me for like three minutes. Not a word of a lie! He looked in my ears told me that everything looked healthy and sent me to the nurses office. I had to go to the office because I GRADUATED from the hospital cause I'm going to have my birthday next week...I'm turning 18...AUGHHHHHH!!!!

So this was very exciting for me because I did not have to have another surgery and it was the first time that everything was actually healthy and all, so I was clearly overjoyed!

Oh and in the hospital there was still "Roll up the rim to win".....I lost.... :( Oh well I guess you can't win everything!

- Chris

24 Hour Fast!!

It all started on Friday morning, at 8 in the morning! (Actually at 7:40...but that is besides the point..:P) At 8 I started the 24 hours fast!!! This day was not like how I thought it would be...so let me tell you a bit about it! First of all I did school...BORING!!! But then it all started!!! During Spare I played rook and made SOME mistakes, but a LOT of good moves...although I never made it out of the negatives!

Later the amazing race began which was enjoyed by a lot of people and not liked by really lame people that have no school spirit at all...like seriously if you don't like it don't come and if your there make the best of it and have some fun!!

After the movie and presentation we played v-ball until around 2:30 (at least until very late)!!

Later when we were all snug in the art room ready for bed with the other 30 people in the room...it stank a lot..:P I managed to get 2 hours of sleep!!

Next thing I knew Mr. Navis was waking me up to help get ready for breakfast!!

The minuted krept by, but finally it was 8 and I began to eat!!

It was a truly rewarding experience, showing love for those who do not have as much as we do.

Now for the moment you have all been waiting for: the final numbers for the fast was around $12,ooo which was really awsome!!

- Chris