Cafeteria CHAOS. That Jello is NOT Mellow....

Let's see where I left off with in the mission of destroying my APUSH teacher....

*Shimmery glimmery fade to THE CAFETERIA*

I walk into the medium-sized cafeteria with Howling Meercat by my side and Mushu, my dragon, on my shoulder hissing at every inanimate object.

"Why do you keep hissing at inanimate objects, shoe-mouse?!" I yell in utter frustration.

"Hisssssss.....because I sense DANGER YO! Hisssssssss.....Are we not trying to find that crazy old teacher's soul or not?!" He exclaims while pulling on my ear lobe.

Hm. He has a point.  Perhaps he'll be able to scare the soul straight from the inanimate object by hissing....but then again his intimidation level is like....'level not scary.'

"Fine, whatever. And stop pulling on my lobe!"  We walk down a row of empty tables, the remains of last period's lunch still present.  I pick up a string cheese wrapper, give it a sniff, then place it back on the table.

"What is it?" Howling Meercat asks, noting the puzzling look on my face.

"Nothing. It's just strange how some people do not throw away trash." I glance down at my watch, wanting to be conscious of the time.  12:09:35.

25 more seconds. My heart is pounding. 25 MORE SECONDS!!!!

"Guys hurry up!" I screech. "We need to move." I am half way to the destination I must reach when it happens.

The bell rings.

RINGGGGGGGGGG!!!!

The sound is like a gentle stream at first.  Tranquil.  Then it sounds like when you turn on the water to your bathtub.  Rushing....but not so desperate- calming almost.  Suddenly, the sound is like a fierce waterfall, and I find I'm joining in on the percussion of rapid beats.  I'm sprinting down the length of the cafeteria, with the power of the crowd right behind me.  I blink my eyes, and when I open them, hands are all around me, reaching, pulling, snatching....

"LET GO!" I demand through clenched teeth.  I tug away with all my strength and AHA!

I fly backwards with a cup of green jello in my hands!   The last one, too! Hoo-rah. 

In your face pesky freshman! I go to the front of the line and pay 50 cents for the delectable gelatin.  Now, where are my accomplices?  I am about to go searching for them when I hear someone snickering behind me.

"Snicker...snicker...."  I whirl around and face......IT. My heart drops down into my stomach so hard I feel like I'm about to fall to the ground.  I can't appear this way - I must look composed.

"Hello, I see you're purchasing today's gelatin as well!" I say charitably, trying not to say "and you could readily do without it!" Instead, I mention, "The crowd was quite relentless, was it not?"

"I see what you're trying to do," She, my dreaded APUSH teacher, hisses. "Why yes, I do agree the crowd was relentless. Especially myself...." She laughs and hands the lunch lady 60 cents. "You can keep the change, you filthy animal."  She waddles off and I notice she doesn't take a spoon with her. Odd.

"I'll take that," I say to the lunch lady as I grab the 10 cents and hurry after the monster with jello.  I keep a good five feet behind her, so if she turns around to see if anyone is following her I can easily hide myself behind the bulk of her body.  I am trailing after her out of the cafeteria, and this is when I know that something very strange is occurring....why are we leaving?  I wonder if I should run back to find my partners, but I figure that at the moment this is more crucial.  I only hope that they do not worry where I am.

*Flash to where accomplices are*

"Woohoo!!! Go Mushu! Go Mushu!" *Mushu chugs jello as Howling Meercat cheers*

*Flash back to following APUSH teacher*

I continue to follow until she is in her room.  I watch her go inside, then shut the door.  I don't want to go with her for she would surely notice my presence if I did.  I peer through the vertical window and see the horror within.

She puts the jello on the table but does not eat it.  No, she in fact observes it for a moment, then stuffs it into a suitcase.  AHA! I can't help myself now, this may be my only chance.

I burst through the door and yell, "I've got you now, you beast!"  She falls over in surprise, and I do not wait for her to struggle to get back up.  "Alohomora!"  The suitcase flies open and I lunge for the jello.  I hold it in my hands shakily, not sure what the spirit within will try to do to me.  Before I think of it too long, I rip out my wand.  "My wand's name is Dave send this jello-soul to its grave!"

The jello melts, and I laugh out of shock/happiness.  "That was pretty easy!"

"Fool!" Uh-oh. She has arisen amongst her rolls of fat, her tiny head peering over the mound of her body.  Her eyes glow red as she tremors,  "That was my jello and not my soul! Now, I will not have an evening snack! You shall feel my wrath!"  Good thing she put on a few pounds or else she would've grabbed me by the neck before I had a chance to jump out the window on the right.  And, yes. I jumped out the window in full realization that I was completely wrong about the jello.  The whole way down that's all I thought about.

"I was wrong....wrong, wrong, wrong..."  I land in a crab apple tree, then slide down quickly.  I need to find my gang to warn them of my terrible mistake.  I burst through the doors of the cafeteria and see that it is again deserted, except for two figures at the very end.  My friends!  I run and start shouting about what has happened but then slowly come to a stop to see that Howling Meercat is tied and gagged. 

And Mushu is tying the final knot around her feet.

"Oh, are we playing Cops and Robbers? I thought that was every Saturday night-"

"Foooooollll!!!" Mushu leaps onto Meercat's lap and shouts at me. "This is not Cops and Robbers!"

"Oh, is it- well I can't think of another game this would be...," I say completely puzzled.

"It is no game!!!!! You are to perish! See I have tied your friend up to throw her into the oven! And you shall be next!!!"  Before I can make another attempt at guessing what game we are playing, he lunges at my face.  

"Oww! Hey-muff-oof-Get off my face!!!" I manage to throw him off and while he falls to the ground I see a peculiar sight....

An empty, smoking jello cup on the table.

"Mushu! Did you eat that jello?!" 

"Of course I did! It's irresistible! Now, time to bake in the oven, girl!"  He again leaps at me, but I kick him across the floor. 

"No!!! Mushu! That jello contained the soul of my APUSH teacher!"  I think back to when he ate the crab-apple...why didn't he turn evil then?  I help Meercat and ask what is going on.

"I think it's the accumulation of evil...See he ate the crab-apple which made him 40% evil, now he's eaten the jello, too, so that's another 40%.  He's now 80% evil!!!" Howling Meercat yells over Mushu's loud hissing.

"So that means..."  We both don't want to say it, but we know it's true.  Mushu will have to be destroyed.

I decide that I must not think too long about it, so I rush over and grab him by the tail.  He wriggles helplessly the whole time and, with tears in my eyes, I toss him into the kitchen's oven.

I sit down with Howling Meercat and explain the whole situation about our APUSH teacher.

"I think she knew that Mushu bought her jello.  She wanted him to eat it and become...like her.  So, to distract me, she bought a different jello.  One to lure me out of the cafeteria while the transformation would take place. Sadly, it worked....poor Mushu."

Howling Meercat stares down at her feet. "Poor, poor Mushu. I suppose we should leave now.  Finish this mission as soon as possible.  Where to next?"

For once, I don't have a clue.

"I don't have a clue."

END.

     

Well, that was slightly depressing! Don't worry it will get better. The APUSH teacher must be destroyed no matter what!

Signing out of this blog like yeah~

Gwen the Super Hero, over and out.

New Poem...

“Lost in Time”

I hold broken clocks.

My face distorted

in the reflection of

cracked glass surfaces.

Someone pry my fingers

from their accusing faces.

1,2,3,4,5,6,

7,8,9,10,11,12....

The undying echo of

the number of my mistakes.

Tick, tock, tick, tock.

It's a mad song,

and I can't sing along.

Complicated gears and screws-

these clocks are beyond repair.

1 second, 2 seconds, 3 seconds...

An understanding seeps

from the inner-most box

of my elusive mind,

and the seeping spreads,

warming my icy grip

on the mocking time keepers.

I drop them.

One by one, delicately smashing.

The numbers scattering.

I watch the final crash! of glass.

Gears flying about,

and I free myself

of this mess,

knowing that they are not

meant to be repaired,

but that I am.

Peeta Bread and Catnip. I'm Hungry....For The Hunger Games!

Hey Everyone, I just finished The Hunger Games last night. Wow. I felt like I was reading a warped version of 1984. Seriously. I was sucked in, and I flew through this novel about a dystopian society filled with hurt, love, blood, tears, struggle for survival, and...flamboyant costumes.

This sci/fi novel is fast paced (unlike 1984, but I must say it does lack the sophistication of Georgie's book. Mostly because this is a young adult novel, so how can you really compare the two?), and it leaves you hanging onto your bed comforter for dear life. This is because the novel is so good you don't want to run to the bathroom for a potty break which leads you to clutch onto your bed spread saying "No! Not now! I need to find out what happens to Peeta Bread! Darn you, bladder!!!" And so you continue to read in this state until 3:00 am when suddenly you fear Emily Rose....then it's 3:01 am and after much sweat and more clutching of the bed spread you proceed with the thrilling novel. Only to find out that you're on the last page! 

"What?! When did this happen?! Where did the time go..." Into doing nothing but reading that book! Then reality settles in, and you realize you're lacking in your normal upkeep of personal hygiene and whoa...when was the last time you washed these pajamas?! Ew. You're a mess. A complete mess. Not to mention you smell like books and coffee. Just EW.

Actually, book smell is calming, and coffee is warm and inviting yet energizing so it's really the perfect balanced atmosphere!

"Get to the stupid book already!!!"

....Okay. I will. And it's not stupid. *Puts nose haughtily in the air and continues with this supercalifragilisticexpielaladocious book review.*

Hm. No spelling suggestions. They should really incorporate that word in the dictionary now. Who has that job? Well, I should have it. It would be a word revolution at that place...you know... the place where they add words....to the dictionary. Anyway, my attention span is like a squirrel's at the moment because I only got 5 hours of sleep last night. Blame it on the book.

So the main character of The Hunger Games is Katniss. I personally hate the name because it reminds me of cat food which then reminds me cat breath which STINKS. Therefore, every time I read her name my subconscious picks up on those unpleasant things associated with it, and I am immediately turned off. Also, it sounds like Catnip. 

I first started reading the book and I was murmuring through the beginning chapters. Murmuring mini-complaints...I couldn't help it. Murmuring. Writing. It was choppy. Like a karate chop.

JUST LIKE THAT! SEE! ^^^^^ That's how the writing is through the whole book, and at times it gets irritating, but it's worked to the benefit of the book in the end.  The novel is very fast paced, and this style of writing contributes nicely to that pace. 

Also, Katniss seemed like a very flat character through a lot of the book. She seemed tough. She's a hunter, and she's fierce no doubt, but that's all I saw. Until one poignant moment which turned that whole idea around and into something truly remarkable. I will get to that in a second.

The general outline: North America is a totalitarian, dystopian society. There is the Capitol and the twelve Districts. There was another District, District 13, but it was destroyed from the aftermath of the rebellion. The Districts rebelled against the Capitol, but they were suppressed, and as a reminder/punishment for the Districts, the Capitol created The Hunger Games. Two children, a boy and a girl, ages 12-18 (?), are drawn from each district to perform in the games. The object of the game? To kill one another off until one emerges as victor. Horrifying part (besides the fact that they murder each other)? Everyone has to watch this fight for survival on television.

Katniss's sister is picked from the random drawing, but Katniss runs in and volunteers herself instead. Now it's Katniss's fight for survival along with the boy, Peeta, who saved her from starvation once. Not to mention he's practically head over heels for her.  Actually, he's secretly been so until in an interview before the games he admits he's always liked Catnip in front of everyone. Oh, right. Spoiler Alert! 

Hey...don't get mad. You would've checked to see even if I told you beforehand. Plus, I mean, it's right there in your line of eyesight so there was no avoiding it anyway. I just saved you a lot of trouble.

Anywho, it's this kind of situation that draws the reader in. The wow-I've-loved-you-since-kindergarten-but-now-I-have-to-kill-you-so-I-can-go-home-and-eat-and-drink-and-be-merry-until-I-die-yet-I-will-always-live-with-the-rememberance-of-how-I-mercilessly-killed-you situation. Tragic....

The plot is brilliantly and cleverly designed. There is never a dull moment, and it's not so predictable either. Especially the ending, but I'm not saying anything at all.

Everyone dies.

What?! No. That's not true. Or is it?....Ohhhhh you'll have to read it then!!!! 

Now, to the unveiling of Katniss as a dynamic character, which saved me from throwing the book across the room.

There is a scene when Katniss allies with a particular character during the games. It is at this moment we see the vulnerable Katniss. She doesn't want to be alone. She seems to fear it almost. I really can't say anything else because for those who want to read it, I don't want to spoil anything. But yes. Katniss is now more dynamic than a fully operating pinball machine. Whatever the heck that means. But she is dynamic. Yay.

Although, one thing bothers me. Katniss is shrew and skilled. She's a smart person- so one thing bothers me. If she's so smart how can she not realize that Peeta likes her?! Those who have read the book, please tell me you know what I mean. I mean COME ON ALREADY! He confessed it, he's expressed it....I just don't understand her incapability to notice such a thing.

My favorite character of the book is Cinna though. I love him. He's Katniss's stylist at the beginning ceremonies for the games. There is something different about him. He doesn't act like all the other citizens of the Capitol (who are absolutely crazy by the way. Very superficial people.). He seems to have some kind of underlying perception of what their society has become. Cinna doesn't appear to be a conformist. He isn't dressed like the citizens of the Capitol, their clothing and hair being cotton candy colored, and he holds a very cool demeanor. I'll keep an open eye on him because I have a feeling he will become a more prominent character in the sequel: Catching Fire.

Which is on it's way to me immediately. Through my mother. Who is at Barnes and Noble. Right now. As I type. 

I will say this about the ending of the first book. One of the main characters has clearly angered the Capitol, and he or she probably won't be getting away with it.... And that's basically where it leaves off. Oh and some kind of triangle of love is emerging....I can practically smell it....

Duh duh dummmmmm.

Go ahead, and buy the series. Or if you're wary of how good it is, buy the first book only. It's by Suzanne Collins.

I hope you enjoyed this review of The Hunger Games! If you didn't well then go get eaten by some mutant wolves. 

Oh, yeah. I didn't mention that those are in the book, too. That part FREAKED me out. It's very unsettling and yet genius on the part of Suzanne Collins. If you read it, you'll know what I mean. If you've already read it, then- OH MY GOSH WASN'T THAT CREEPY?! I WAS READING AT 2:00 AM, AND I WANTED A NIGHT LIGHT. 

Not really, but I literally mouthed the words "Holy crap" when I realized something about those mutant wolves.

This blog, love it? hate it? Let me know! Oh and tell me about the book if you read it. I love those kind of discussions. Don't be shy! Come on in and spill your opinions all over the place. 

Just kidding. That would make a mess that I am not willing to clean.

Later, readers.

Signing out of this blog like yeah~

Gwen the Super Hero, over and out.

Hm. Spelt or Spelled? I'll Go With the Healthy Kind.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=suzwkw0dYmM

Good song if you're sad.

Hi ;) 

Wow, it took me five minutes to figure out how to get a wink on that smiley face.

That's besides the point though. The point I'm about to make- the point of this blog - is that my novel progress has been SABOTAGED.

Not just that, but my hair is gross, I ate a bag of sour-patch kids just after I worked out, school started again which means this semester I have PE class every morning, "The Green Hornet" was completely awesome/funny/unrealistic, but the whole time I was distracted with calculating how much fatter I'd be after I consumed my sour-patch kids and mentally writing a review of the movie in my head, and my laptop has passed on to the other life so I am stuck with typing on THIS computer (and you can't tell which one it is but it SUCKS because it's in our family study where anyone can waltz right in and discover my blogging).

I use caps a lot. I apologize, but I feel like it is an effective tool in expressing my feelings.

Anyways, life has been sabotaging my writing as you can tell from the above tirade. Not to mention that my whole world is being sustained by this little chip-like object called a USB. All of my writing (and miscellaneous files) - from short stories to poems to one failed novel to one novel in progress to a picture of zebras- is on that chip thing. A pink chip.

And yes, I had to look up the spelling of miscellaneous on Google. Alas! I spelled it right.  And just then I typed the word 'spelt' instead of 'spelled.' You know why?! Because for the last few days I've been living on spelt bread- the bread people skip over in the grocery aisle because its the icky kind that falls to bits since it doesn't have white flour. Yeah, that kind. I suffer in the name of vanity.

Life, my friends (a.k.a. random people who stumbled upon my blog because Google is cruel and led you here) is a viable opponent in this world and it will constantly try to make you lose. Right now I'd say the score is:

ME: 2.5 pts

LIFE: 2.5 pts (in billions)

But I choose to play against life. That reminds me of a very good idea that was brought up in Eat.Pray.Love.

Here's the quote:

"A friend took me to the most amazing place the other day. It's called the Augusteum. Octavian Augustus built it to house his remains. When the barbarians came they trashed it a long with everything else. The great Augustus, Rome's first true great emperor. How could he have imagined that Rome, the whole world as far as he was concerned, would be in ruins. It's one of the quietest, loneliest places in Rome. The city has grown up around it over the centuries. It feels like a precious wound, a heartbreak you won't let go of because it hurts too good. We all want things to stay the same. Settle for living in misery because we're afraid of change, of things crumbling to ruins. Then I looked at around to this place, at the chaos it has endured - the way it has been adapted, burned, pillaged and found a way to build itself back up again. And I was reassured, maybe my life hasn't been so chaotic, it's just the world that is, and the real trap is getting attached to any of it. Ruin is a gift. Ruin is the road to transformation."

Hm. Sounds a bit like a J.K. Rowling quote I've heard once (or a million times because she's my hero).

Not saying I'm in ruins, but my post just reminded me of this quote, and I hope you all learn something from it as I have.

I'll try to see the good in my laptop being mutilated. It gives me time to think of more ideas for my story, which allows me to avoid writer's block! The ruin of my laptop has led to the transformation of my story (in a good way).

Okay, Life, let's see the score now:

ME: 3 pts

LIFE: 2.5 pts (in billions)

Hey, wait. Spelling miscellaneous right earns me another point.

ME: 4 pts

Yay!

Bottom line is life is crazy, but it's necessary for- well, um, LIVING.

If you think life is unfair and too chaotic to handle, just remember this: Great people don't come in Betty Crocker boxes.

It's not like God reached into his holy kitchen cabinet and pulled out a box that says: Preheat Oven To 350 Degrees. Open Box. Pour Out Contents. Mix. Place In Oven. Bake For Awhile. *ding* Receive Great Person Of Importance.

No! All people are born, all people are unique and flawed, and all people have to go through crap on different levels. It's all about how we handle the obstacles thrown at us and how we arise from falling down to rock bottom.

Honestly, I haven't seen the worst of anything yet, but I will one day.

And honestly, I have no idea why I wrote this post. It's only purpose was to serve as a means to vent my feelings and to express my inner thoughts. Boring....sorry. I will post an interesting book review or a story about what's been going on with destroying my former APUSH teacher- soon, I promise. 

Bye for now.

Signing out of this blog like yeah~

Gwen the Super Hero, over and out.

PS

I'm reading The Hunger Games as of late! It is very interesting and the plot is the only thing that is keeping me reading it because I think so far the characters are flat and the writing too choppy. Hm, I think I smell a book review!!