Part 1

Part 1-A letter

(Zachary Quait)

"... And there's also a letter for you, Zachy," said Mom, ending her chatter about what had happened to her during the day.

"Is there..?" I muttered, detached. "And stop calling me 'Zachy'!"

"But, Sweetie, I've called you that since you were born!"

"EXACTLY!"

She seemed disappointed, but I just walked away, leaving my dinner plate in the sink. I pulled the letter off the counter as I left the kitchen. Once I was sitting on the staircase I slit it open, getting a paper cut in the process. A few drops of blood fell on the once pristine, white of the back of the envelope. On the front the return address was from somewhere I had never heard of, in London.

The paper was white, with official looking, typed black lettering. The top of the paper was headed with a coat of arms an a very official sounding, "Sir Henry Edward Kniles III, Ph. D." It seemed kind of stupid to me, having a title. Although I didn't have one... Yet...

Most of it was complete boring nonsense, about the world's problems, being super smart, etc. I happened to be a math genius, officially.

The only part I bothered to pay attention to was the bit at the end, "inviting" me to a conference in London, with a whole bunch of the world's other child prodigies.

Well, I though. Could be fun... COUNT ME IN!

What do you think? Do you like "Zachy" so far? I'll try to keep an even amount of narration between my characters. Except for Jack. He doesn't get to tell much...

Cheerio, peeps!

P.S. Stay tuned for London conference!

P.P.S. The paper cut and title are IMPORTANT!!!!!

P.P.P.S I have a name for the story! In honor of Thalia Eve, I give you, without further ado;

This is so Cliche It's Actually Funny.

Naming?

I've finally figured out my story. It's a little bit mystery, kind of sci-fi. I don't really know where it's going to take me. There are four main characters, and be grateful, because they took WAY too long to name.

Zachary Quiat-He's from Texas. He's a kind of science geek/genius. He's the master of probability, logic, and math. Obviously, really good with computers.

Audrey B.(Blanche) Evans-She's from Australia. She's almost as much of a musical genius as Mozart. Only one other thing makes her special. She's an albino.

Thalia Eve Cullen-British. She's a literacy genius. She can write almost every genre, could read when she was 2. She doesn't talk much, but all of her writing is very eloquent and extremely interesting. She can think everything out like it's a plot to one of her books. She knows all the possible things that people could do and she always figures out the person, so it doesn't get her many friends... It's almost like she can read their minds.

Jack C.(Callum) Finnley-British. Most people don't know he's a genius. Sometimes he's kind of arrogant, stuck up, etc. Kind of like a jock. His brand of genius is art. He's the most amazing artist, making it all look so real.

So those are my characters.

What happens is almost all the child genii, prodigies, what evers, are all called to a big conference thing in England. Weird stuff happens, and I think there'll be a crazy dude trying to use them to take over the world. And then Thalia gets really insulted by the cliche-ness of it all. So them more weird stuff happens. I won't say what, but it makes Thalia much happier.

But I need a name for the story. Any help?

Cheerio, peeps!

Shaking head sadly...

I am very disappointed in my followers. I would have expected you to want to read a story about something!!! Well, if you don't comment on this post, I'll figure something out.

But still...

PLEASE DECIDE ON SOME KIND OF STORY YOU WOULD LIKE TO READ!

Cheerio, unhelpful people.

P.S. New poem:

Death to the overlord,

die his hands.

Death to the armies,

life to the lands.

Death to the overlord,

broken and bruised.

And may the revolt

continue on through.

Death to the overlord,

die his hands.

And life to the people

with a plan!

Don't ask me what it means, because since when do I have a clue what half my poems mean?

Story Time?

What would you guys think if I start a story going on this or the other blog? It probably would be update at any, random and spontaneous pace, but it might be interesting.

So, if you think I should tell me, and if you have any ideas, I'll take those too.

Cuz I've got none.

Okay... I don't know what's up with me today. I keep hitting wrong keys, and I don't think any of that up there had much grammar.

And neither did that...

Cheerio, peeps.

When Children Play

Forgiven is the traitor,

pitied is the thief.

Broken is their heart,

bothered is their mind.

Hanged is the king,

gone are the governors.

Against us is the world,

despising us are the gods.

Gone are the days when we were free,

and now alone are we.

But still to come is the year,

when children will play

in the buildings,

broken from and freed.

I have no idea what it means, so don't ask me...

Weird stuff at school today. I'll talk more about it on Sunday, or something. I might get Infublo to post some time, give you a lesson in how to talk about boys in code. A code, I might add, that makes logical sense! And she made it up herself!!!!

SPRING BREAK!!!! It has now begun! On Wednesday I'm going to California, to visit family, but I think I'll still be able to post. Most likely on my other blog...

THERE IS A LINK ON THE SIDE BAR!!! I just posted on the other blog and NO ONE's commented yet! I am insulted!

What ev...

Yay for non-writer's block!

I'm gonna go write a book now. ;-)

Cheerio, peeps!

P.S. I'm writing a PLAY! Although, it's probably better to read it than act it, it would work. I'm writing it special so that the first people to read it will be my English teacher and my lit teacher, just cuz I want their input. Should be fun.

The Meaning of Love

Hate.

A four letter word.

Love.

A four letter word.

hatE.

lovE.

The letter E.

A single letter.

The fifth letter of the alphabet.

a, b, c, d, E.

What other letters could come first?

l, o, v...

h, a, t...

But then there are only three.

What comes VERY first?

I.

And what comes next?

y, o, u.

i, h,a,t,e, y,o,u

i, l,o,v,e, y,o,u

The meaning of hate.

The meaning of love.

Kind of weird poem. Different than a lot of what I've done before... Based off some weird stuff at "school" (Actually at the museum...) today and some songs. After everything I've seen happen to people I hang out with, all over love, I can truthfully say that, even with all the grief it brings, it would be nice to like someone. I just haven't found anyone yet...

Mostly the song it's based off of is There Was Another Time in My Life by Relient K

Love Relient K.

At the museum after the main exhibit we went to see the butterflies. FOUR of them landed on me!

We didn't have much actual school today, so yeah...

Cheerio, peeps.

?

Today was pretty normal, I guess. I dunno. I don't really know HOW to describe today. What ever.

In science we dissected tulips and peanuts. Yes, you read that right. Tulips and peanuts.
We're learning about adverbs in English and we made Kiva loans in social studies.
There wasn't really anything else intersting for a while...
I had my first cooking class. Yeah, I'm taking cooking this quarter.
Then in foreign language we had an Israeli dance lesson. It was weird. I didn't get it, and neither did Infublo(SHOCKER!). And then there was another part of the dance where you were supposed to high-five or something and she pretended to shoot me, like, twenty times! And it was in between pretending she was a bird...
Well, I am done with writer's block, for a long time! I have over 50 pages, and I'll finish chapter 7, start chapter 8, today!
Hooray!

Cheerio, peeps!