The Girl on the Train is NOT about a orphan girl who has adventures on a train, meets new people, and gets adopted by a rich family during the great depression.

Hey! So sorry it took almost three weeks for me to post, but here's a short version of what I endured.

• Two musicals, I was in one, and one of them lasted until 12:00 am
• Mic Tape on my new jazz shoes
• Seeing 4 friend from the past, that you thought you would never see again #ICKward!
• The Rose and The Dagger By Renee Ahdieh, fan feels. 
• The Girl From Everywhere, feels
• Finding out that The Girl on the Train is NOT about a orphan girl who has adventures on a train, meets new people, and gets adopted by a rich family during the great depression.
• Finding out last minute that you have Sunday School duty. whhhhhhhhhy

But overall, the past three weeks have been pretty swell folks! *cries

Anyway, here's a kinda-new story by yours truly! ME

p.s. Don't forget to send in your own story! YOU could become the next collaborator! 

FAUX FRIDAY, and it’s not-so-helpful- ’90S-oriented-psuedo-insprirational hamster posters.

Honestly, I’ve always been irked by ridiculous school holidays. The teachers think it’s for the fun of it, in fact a direct quote from Mrs. Holiday-totally not making this up, just an uncanny coincidence- “Spirit is what drives us here at Yesterfield Junior High! What else do we have to hope for…” she actually mumbled that last part. Back to what I was saying, school holidays are a complete waste, especially spirit week. Now I’m not saying I’m against Taco Tuesday, even though I’m 90% sure the meat is some sort of unnecessarily over processed meat by-product made some where west, but your milking it when you have; Faux Friday, March’n Monday-the principle thinks it’s ‘cool’ to not fully spell words, in replacement, ‘, for instance: Rock’n Runway festival, Bang’n Burrito weekend, and The Perio’ic t’ble of El’ments, Thrumm’n Thursday, and finally: Faux Friday.

The goal of this, somewhat, cheesy event, was to be happy, it didn’t matter what mood you were in. Happy. Like grinning from ear to ear. To make it even worse, there were unbelievably tacky, pseudo inspirational posters of small rodents lifting weights, and casually eating healthy food. Basically, anything that the normal 7^th-9^th grader wouldn’t do. I don’t even know why I wrote about that. Never mind. So these things are plastered all over the walls during gym class distracting me, because, hey! Who can resist intently staring at a neon pink poster with a hamster lifting weights, spattered with neon pink paint? The coach is harping over the fact that we have the lowest GPA in the whole county for physical activity. It’s pretty embarrassing and we’re all standing there like immobilized sloths, when the coach dramatically pauses and projects, “Greg!” now, if I were a theater geek-which I am not- I would appreciate his perfect diction, and how he didn’t linger on the ‘e’ for too long. Or he projection skills, I mean come on you could have heard him from the library, but since I am not a theater geek, and never will be, I did not appreciate any of these things. I was terrified. 

“Greg! Please demonstrate for the class, since you were so clearly paying attention!” jeez Louise, this guy could project…. “Uh, what would I be projecting your honor, I mean, um, sir, highness, coach?” looking back, this was one of my many failures of attempting to speak in public. This is why I don’t do theater, notice line 9, I collapse under any source of pressure, including/especially, pressure from coaches. “Bars!” he earsplittingly bellowed, kind of like Peter Boyle in Young Frankenstein, Anyway, I gave him a signature Greg ‘I-don’t-know-whatever-you’re –talking-about-because-I simply-wasn’t-listening’ look. “You.” He pointed in a robot like nature to punctuate every word. “Go. Lift. Weights. NOW!!!” At that point, I was quivering like Bert Lahr, who had really lost his courage. This event was going either of two ways. I could fail, or I could fail with my chin held high. In this event, of Greg’s Tragic mental decisions, I chose the latter.

I hauled my body to the other side of the gym where the weights-of-doom laid. “Just five boost, and you’re done.” The way this coach could have mood swings was really getting on my nerves. “Yes, sir.” I quivered, like the limp noodle I am, I couldn’t just go, “Oh sir, actually, I don’t want to, so how about you pick on someone who genuinely wants to do this so I don’t make a bigger fool of myself.” But of course, I just said that in my head. So there I was, under some intricate equipment I had no idea how to use, and a creepy hamster poster staring me down. “Lift, Greg. Like, Up. Down. Move. Your. Arms.” I nodded best I could, which wasn’t very much considering I was under a thirty pound dumbbell. Okay. I mentally prepared myself. Just, up, and down. CRASH! Okay, that did not sound good. “Greg.” The coach was holding back a tsunami of rage behind his eyes. Oh gosh, oh gosh, ohgoshohgoshohgos- “Yes, um, coach?” here it comes…. “You just broke my thirty-pounder.” I am sweating like Chip Zien, from that one number in Into the Woods. “Do you know what you should do?” I fervently shook my head.  “I think you should visit the principal’s office.” He stated in an eerily calm, state. I felt like a debunked victim of Judge Judy. So here I am. In detention because of the evil gym equipment, the creepy/distracting hamster poster, which was just because of Faux Friday, basically, it was all the hamster’s fault.

Aki's Forest 2of2 By Jackie.

Hello Guys! Here is the conclusion to the highly acclimated, Aki's Forest By our co-author Jackie!

Previously: All of the gods lined up in front of Everett, and then he heard a voice. He looked, and saw Aki, the fox, standing before him.

“Only you can change the future.” All of the gods circled Everett, making a bright glow. Then he opened his eyes and saw that the gods had disappeared.  He looked, and he saw that the woods were just like they had been when he was a boy. He looked in the creek, and he saw that he was a boy again. The gods had sent him back to the past to change the future. He looked at the woods, and saw his favorite tree that he and his brothers loved to climb. He stared at the tree, then he hugged it tight, shouting, “Thank you woods! You will always be in my heart! Thanks for everything you have provided!” Then, Aki, the fox god, came and hugged Everett tight. “I am so proud of you, son.”

Everett was so glad to be a child again.  Everett spent years running through the woods and having a glorious time being an innocent boy again. He wished those days would never come to an end. But after many years of the never changing forest, Everett started to think of the forever, green trees. He knew that they would never change, because when Aki’s spell that turned Everett into a boy also caused the trees to be immortal and forever green. But Everett knew nothing is forever green. Everything would die, like his innocence. This was the way nature is. He decided to talk to Aki.

“Aki, can I talk to you?” Everett told Aki all about what he thought.  Aki agreed with everything. “You are right. Nobody can be the same forever. Nobody will be who they are in a thousand years.” Aki sat down, and looked at the green woods and sighs. He snapped his fingers, and all of the trees turned red. The leaves fell down off the trees, making a red and orange carpet.

“Every October, the leaves shall turn red and will fall off of the trees. The red of the trees resembles the blood of the lives you have taken through times of change, and the leaves falling off resembles the past memories of innocence. During winter, the trees shall have nothing, except the snow that freezes it, resembling karma. And spring, the trees shall grow leaves, resembling your return to innocence.”

When you look out the window, you will see the seasons change, and you will remember the story of Everett, and how Aki brought seasons to the world. When you look out the window, you will remember the magic of the woods.  When you step in the woods, you look at the trees, and you look at the creation of Aki, and you remember the magic of the four seasons.

The Miller, Boy, and the Completely Done Donkey

The Miller, Boy, and the Completely Done Donkey by Hannah

Once upon a time there was a young fellow, a Miller who needed to sell his donkey, and some extremely nosey townspeople. The joyful trio were just passing through a small town, when suddenly, two unpleasant gossipmongers dramatically exclaimed, “Oh my! Why would you walk young fellow, when you can ride!” then without waiting for the boy’s response, they hefted him up onto the irked animal. Dismissing the incident flippantly, the trio-the Miller, boy, and donkey-moved along.

 Unfortunately, at that time a Trio of men just finished with a hunt, flabbergasted at the sight one hollered out, “Ya lazy boy! Git of that donkey, yer old man can barely walk there, right!” after a brief cheering from the rest of the passé, the Miller and the boy switched places, irritating the donkey further. Unsurprisingly, the Trio, after about ten minutes of undisturbed trekking, were interrupted once again by a young couple with a cow, as white as milk.

“Why! Old Miller! How could you be so cruel! Let the boy onto the donkey!” they requested. “If we only had a child, we would not be so selfish, or be in this mess...” So without hesitation, the perplexed Elder, beckoned the boy over, and boosted him onto the now raging donkey. They rode for the next forty-minutes, stepping onto a bridge without being bothered. Without doubt, the gossiping, ghastly, group of women from before, made another appearance. The weary group, having so many interruptions, gave the women plenty of time to catch up.  Having them meet halfway across the bridge “You folk again! Treating that poor soul so terribly!” they scoffed, pointing at the overloaded donkey. With an annoyed sigh, the Miller climbed off the animal and hefted the boy down as well. “You might as well carry the donkey! He deserves it!” the group added under their breath. So, taking their advice, the boy was off to find a pole and once he spotted it, the Miller crafted it into a float, to parade the donkey. The donkey, having enough, and outraged beyond words let out a futile howl ensuring his execution, and jumped to his doom. SPLASH! The group peered over the railing of the bridge to see the donkey definitely dead at the bottom. The Miller and the boy agreed that the donkey was trying to teach them a lesson, Everyone cannot be pleased.

Taco Truck Guy, Phil, and their Pigeons

Yep, this is definetly a weird one... But weird is awesome! Right? *sweats nervously*

Taco Truck Guy, Phil, and their Pigeons by Hannah!

Once upon a last week, there was a Taco truck guy, his friend Phil who always tagged along, and their traveling pigeons. They had a humble taco truck which usually resided at 45 Court Street, near Buffalo NY. They were set apart from other Taco Truck business, extraordinarily, they used pigeons for deliveries. The pigeons didn’t mind this at all, and they always got a treat after every job. But, of course someone had to tell the animal activist about the clever trade, and they showed to give them a drab lecture one fateful morning. They had just gently flung a pigeon into the air to make a delivery to a gymnastics group, when they arrived with picket signs. “Animal abuse!” they hollered as they marched around the truck. So taking heed from the animal activists, The Owner stopped using birds, and used his trusty companion. Phil. Phil was a pushover so to speak. He did whatever The Taco truck guy wanted and when he was loaded up with burritos and cartons of rice to walk to the other side of town; Phil didn’t show his eternal pain.

Unsurprisingly, Phil was stopped by a child labor activist group, who told him, he shouldn’t stand for that type of work. He was shocked at fist with the encounter, but dismissed it because he was typically mistaken for a child on a regular basis. He was only 5’4 and had a taste for Sesame Street apparel. Once he got back to the store, he found that the group of activist had followed him back. They shouted and pumped their fist. “Children aren’t mules! NO FREE LABOR!” Predictably, the owner took it upon himself to saddle the orders back and forth, but whoop-de-do, he was stopped by a concerned citizen who would like to remain anonymous. Basically, the concerned citizen warned the owner that lifting heavy tortillas could cause permanent back problems. Suddenly alarmed for his health, the Taco Truck guy rushed back to his place of work, and to Phil.

 After a brief conversation between the two-Phil and Taco Truck Guy- they decided that they would have the pigeon once again carry the meals. Nevertheless all three of the activist groups, including the anonymous concerned citizen, showed up when they saw this happening. “Greedy, Lazy, heartless! How could you!” one of the group yelled, which attracted the passing crowd. “What’s going on!?” a young boy shouted from a bench. “They poisoned our water supply! Burned our crops, and delivered a plaque among our houses!” someone bellowed from the child labor side. “They did!?” the crowd incredulously inquired, the crowd. “NO! But they abused a pigeon!” a deafening cry of outrage shook the city as the crowd took this in. “I say we have a SACRIFICE!” and without waiting for this to settle among the now terrified trio, the crowd attacked! Someone tied them up, when another perfected a stake for burning. With one last hopeless glance from each other, the Taco truck guy and Phil wordlessly agreed on one thing before the match was lit, you can’t please everyone in New York. 

VERONICA ROTH ANNOUNCES NEW BOOK

The lovely Veronica Roth has some amazeballs announcements on her YA new book coming out in 2017. It took some serious online stalking, (not in a creepy way...sort of...) until I came up with this synopsis. I hope you're grateful, because I might get a warning from the government about stalking. Major Flags in their filter. oops.

So. My new book is a sci-fi fantasy story set in a time of extreme political unrest (hence the “Star Wars” comparisons you might have heard!). In it a boy named Akos, along with his brother, is kidnapped and brought to an enemy nation. When the dictator of that place threatens his brother’s life, Akos has no choice but to work with a girl named Cyra (the dictator’s sister), to save him. But Cyra’s trust—and her kindness!—are difficult to earn…to put it mildly. And the intense friendship Akos and Cyra form puts them in more danger than they could ever have imagined.

~Veronica Roth

Can I just say that I legit just peed my pants.
   I need this book.
   This book is in my blood.
   This book is going to torment me until I read it.
   UUUURRRRGG

Aki’s Forest By Jackie

Hola! Soy Dora! XD
 Okay, so we have a special entry by Jackie! This month we will be doing something different. This story will be split into two parts.Here's part one!

Aki’s Forest By Jackie

Everett was a young boy, who lived in a small house near the beautiful woodlands.  At night, he loved to run through the forest, under the stars of  Aakash, the wolf headed night god.  He loved the feeling of the enchanted grass of the forest floor, and the owl singing her lovely song.  Every dawn, he would go in the woods and pick the fresh mulberries from the beautiful bushes.  Every day as he grew, Everett would take more from the woods.  He would cut down the trees to create shacks, he would hunt the wildlife of the animals for food and fur.  Every year, more and more was taken.

The eyes of Aki, the woodland god, witnessed everything he was doing.  All of the years that went past flew before him like Maru, bird headed goddess of song.  The sun was glowing on his red fox fur, and he was staring at the sun, thinking about what the woods will turn into in a thousand years.  His lovely woodland would be turned to a desolate wasteland.  He decided to walk towards the young man, his brown cloak dragging behind him. He tapped Everett on the shoulder. Everett turned around and saw the fox’s bright blue eyes staring back at him. Everett dropped his ax in fear and ran. But the fox caught him, his hands clutching on Everett’s deer skin tunic.

“What are you doing with your life?” The fox god asked the man. Everett’s brown eyes fogged up. He grabbed his bow and arrow and screamed, “MONSTER!!!” But before he could shoot the fox god, Zorion, the coyote god, god of archery and weapons, grabbed his arm from behind, making Everett drop the weapon.  Everett turned around and saw a coyote man standing behind him.

Zorion smiled and picked up the bow and arrow. “Archery is a sport of hand eye coordination and strength,” the coyote shot his arrow at a tree and it landed right in the middle. Everett was shocked. “But, like everything on Terra’s lovely Earth, everything has a darkside.” Zorion frowned. “The power of life and death lay in your hands. The slaughtered animals by your tent represent the evil of archery. Now those animals are to decay,” Zorion said.

           The two gods snapped their fingers and Everett collapsed and fell asleep. The man had a terrible nightmare. All of the slaughtered animals walked, transformed into humans, with bows and arrows in their hands. They were chasing Everett. “Die repulsive beast!” The animals shouted, while firing their arrows.  The words they used were the same as the ones he used when he killed them. “Die, you wicked, twisted, soul!” The animals kept shouting.

The animals kept chasing him. Everett came to a pond. He looked in the pond , and saw that he was a deer. He looked back and saw the coyote face of Zorion, and as he was about to fire, Everett woke up, covered in sweat. It was all a dream. It was all a terrible, horrible, dream. No gods, no deer, it was all a dream. But he heard a sound. A lovely sound. A sound of a woman’s voice.

He followed the song, entranced. He walked and he saw the beautiful bird face of Maru, goddess of song. She held his hand and brought him to a beautiful woods. It looked just like the woods of his childhood. He ran, feeling the grass between his toes. Then Aakash, the wolf-headed god of night, came over. “Beautiful, isn’t it? Pleasant memories you have had here. I remember watching you running through this forest as a child with a big smile on your face, having a wondrous time.” Everett smiled, remembering the pleasant times of his childhood. But the wolf frowned. “But the past is in the past.” He snapped his fingers, and then the view of the present came. The woods were full of waste, trees fell down, and dead animals fell with them. Everett looked at what he had done. He knew that this was all true. He cried on the cloak of Aakash. Aakash looked over at the man, and then Everett saw a glow. All of the gods lined up in front of Everett, and then he heard a voice. He looked, and saw Aki, the fox, standing before him.  

LADY MIDNIGHT IS COMING!!!!!

AHHHHHH!!!!!! (me screaming in excitement)

I legit cannot wait to get my hands on this book! I am oozing with anticipation! If you don't know what I'm talking about, then Demon Pox to you. :P

This amazeballs book, is by Cassandra Clare AKA 'The Queen of Fantasy'! So basically, this book continues the path of Shadowhunters that this Queen has blazed for us. Hopefully, we will get to see Jace,Wayland,Lightworm,Morgenstern, Herondale, and Clary Fray's future together!!! But of course, the main focus of the book will be on some new characters, Emma and Julian!! OMG I cannot breath, i'm so excited! And the worst part is, I haven't even pre-ordered the book yet!!! URRGG!!!

Therapist: The bull growls...
Me: Hey!
Therapist: It is now marking its territory with a menacing glare...
Therapist:No, wait, an incredulous look...
Therapist:Deadpanning
Me: Get out.




Physiatrist: (while walking away) IF you want to find out more about this awesomesauce book click the link!http://www.cassandraclare.com/
 ANd here's a queen pic of the book cover, that will be coming out tomorrow, LADY MIDNIGHT!!!





Me: ARE YOU STILL HERE!!!???