I'd been herea million times. Sometimes just wandering, others going to baseball, basketball, or soccer. I feel guilty but hey, they deserved it. There was a locker, and I was there with my friend Matthew and his brother Daniel. It was open, and it had candy inside. But somehow, there were no ants or roaches. So we all ate some and ran away.
So what, I know the middle school from the inside structure and where stuff are, but what happens here? Well, I leave that to my sister, she talks about social and academic problems. Man, she whines for 10 minutes, straight. Sometimes, me and my older sister say "Shutup!"
But she's always bragging about she got a whole bunch of friends. And don't forget academics. She get exceeding expectations and got one meeting. And she things meeting is as bad as can be.
But I wonder, she has a social enemy, and I'm not strong socially. To me, friends just come and go. Junsung, just took interest and since Jason's friends, he became my friend along with Kwanlong. Since the populars made friends, I was soon popular too. But what is this balance breaks. What if a new kid steals my authority? And another thing...
Food. The food thats on the Chartwells menue was disgusting. And I don't bring or buy. I'm on the list. So its a waste of money. But one thing is that I don't worry about who I'm with in class. I can always make friends, but it would be a bonus. Oh yeah, detention cleaning if you're late constantly. Another thing is my friends are also threatening (Jason and Kwanlong) are shouting behind the person I have a crush on and saying "Hey (Name), Inwoo wants to tell you something!" or "(Name) likes you!" I tell them to stop, but they won't, so what do I do?
Duh. I fight. But Mr Navis said that "If you get in a fight, you might get suspended. If you do it constantly, you get expelled. I'm not worried about the principal talk, I'm worried about the parent talk. They scold me won't stop nagging and shout for a month or more I'm guessing. So much for loving parent. Ohyeah, but I'll be in Korea so, nothing to worry about except Korean style, International school trouble. And in a fight, Korean kids know Tae-Kwan-Do.
Tuesday, May 19, 2009
Monday, May 18, 2009
Nightmarish Middle.
So as you can see, there is absolutely NOTHING to worry about.And that was it, recess. I climbed up the stairs. Sebastian, my best friend called. "Wait up Inwoo!" I waited. I said "I bet he meant to worry when he said don't worry, it'll be fine." We started laughing.
I felt sorry. My sister was doing homework for 2 hours and she's really smart. And her reputation got messed up because of a girl who didn't like her joining her group. So she had stress and was awake in bed for 1 hour or more. I didn't like that. But too bad I'm not staying here, so yeah. I was always kinda a forgetful and talkative person. That meant I might be late for class and forget my combination or forget to lock the door. You see, I'm not the most responsible person. Well, sorta heard that the school in Korea is like that too except bigger with the social stuff, like vandalizing. I also have a habit of getting in the popular boys way. But in this case, I knew Junsung for 3 years because of violin class.
I just hope that I manage to get a friend in a high position, someone who will help me like Junsung until my reputation is built in. And, I also hope my schoolbag or jacket or any belonging needed is vandalized. Man, I also heard that in local schools, there's fight very often, but this is international school, so it speaks English, so I can act like I'm in HKIS. But here, 6th grade is still Upper Primary. One more year of happy youth. But in 5th grade, I still wanna be 4 or 5 years old. As a little kid, I could get away with more stuff and sit on the floor crying... That hilarious...
I felt sorry. My sister was doing homework for 2 hours and she's really smart. And her reputation got messed up because of a girl who didn't like her joining her group. So she had stress and was awake in bed for 1 hour or more. I didn't like that. But too bad I'm not staying here, so yeah. I was always kinda a forgetful and talkative person. That meant I might be late for class and forget my combination or forget to lock the door. You see, I'm not the most responsible person. Well, sorta heard that the school in Korea is like that too except bigger with the social stuff, like vandalizing. I also have a habit of getting in the popular boys way. But in this case, I knew Junsung for 3 years because of violin class.
I just hope that I manage to get a friend in a high position, someone who will help me like Junsung until my reputation is built in. And, I also hope my schoolbag or jacket or any belonging needed is vandalized. Man, I also heard that in local schools, there's fight very often, but this is international school, so it speaks English, so I can act like I'm in HKIS. But here, 6th grade is still Upper Primary. One more year of happy youth. But in 5th grade, I still wanna be 4 or 5 years old. As a little kid, I could get away with more stuff and sit on the floor crying... That hilarious...
Wednesday, May 13, 2009
The Infiltration
"Go go go!" Shouted Daniel. I sprinted, crouching not making noise. I shot all 6 bullet off my revolver. All hit him square in the belly. "Good shot!" Daniel said. One less enemy to take down. I took my shells out, filled up, placed my gas, and stood up. A guy shouted like a terrorist "Alahuakbah!" I shot him in the chest as his M19 pistol hit my chest 6 times. I still resisted. A guy came behind and shouted "BANZAI!" He had a Glock 18. Miss. That was because he was running. I shot him easy in the stomach 2 times. My last 3 bullets were wasted on a insane person jumping a me shooting blindly with an MP5K. Daniel took my back as reinforcements to our team came. Daniels Desert eagle shot another person. "Traguvitch!" we shouted. It was a Russian word meaning 'Targo or enemy down!' from Call of Duty 4, Modern Warfare.
Hey, anyone hungry? I said. It was break, and we had pizza. This time, I had borrowed a ghillie suit (Extreme camouflage.) I lied in the grass, though disgusted by the ants, spiders, and cockroaches around. Oh yeah, I borrowed a Type 96 so yeah. I shot and hit a sand bag. It stood still.I Advanced.I threw the sniper over my back, and switched with my AK-74 or AK-47 (I couldn't really tell the difference.) A guy reloading was behind the car. I flashed to Automatic and fired. A long line hit his stomach square. He tumbled over. He screamed. I would need to get the heck outta here. I heard some shout.I ran into the dirt. I knew a lot of the boys don't check the bushes.I lay and waited. It was actually sort of comfortable when I lyed.
I lyed for two minutes. I almost fell asleep. I turned the radio on. I whispered "Reinforcements in the dumpster Vin." "Okay, I copy. Where is your position and status? Over." I told him. "There is a bush right behind the dumpster, and I am currently outnumbered 3-1." And that was it. I waited. then, four teammates appeared behind the bushes. One said, "It sure stinks..." I jumped straight out and charged not shouting.I shot. I was shot with a guy with a Double Eagle Shotgun. Three bullets hit me. I gasped. I stood. The instructor didn't see me. I continued.
I avoided gun fire, up the stairs. I picked some guys out with my sniper, bolt-action. I remembered the time some people in our class cluster were watching a Civil War movie and some boys and girls said "Oh... Its a semi-automatic gun." It was bolt action... Hilarious. Anyways, where was I? Right. I took the guards out.I shot through the window of the other base. In a hurry, they rushed over. 'Big mistake!' I thought. I shot as many as possible. I climbed down for some Close-Quarters.
I crawled. I was followed by a parade f bullets. I took him out with my sniper, getting shot 6 times. I climbed up the stairs, and I looked around. An over turned couch. I shot the wall behind to ricochet, just in case. Startled cries. That would be the rest of the guards. It won't be long before a patrol squad comes... I grabbed the flag in the center of the building. I slung my AK-74 or 47 loose at my waist. So I held the flag in the other hand. I climbed down, on my way.
I exited the door cautiously. I took constant cover, A guy walked right past, I held my breath and hoped he wouldn't see me. He didn't. A guy approached. I shot him, not taking chances. I was advancing.A patrol squad came, I was in trouble.
I slung the AK backwards, not bothering to put it on my back.I rushed, sprinting. I stabbed the flag next to ours, getting shot at least 15 times. I did it, at a price. We had won, because of me. I was proud, then, I collapsed, exhausted. The gun was uncomfortable, so I put them away. And waited for the instructor's call.
Hey, anyone hungry? I said. It was break, and we had pizza. This time, I had borrowed a ghillie suit (Extreme camouflage.) I lied in the grass, though disgusted by the ants, spiders, and cockroaches around. Oh yeah, I borrowed a Type 96 so yeah. I shot and hit a sand bag. It stood still.I Advanced.I threw the sniper over my back, and switched with my AK-74 or AK-47 (I couldn't really tell the difference.) A guy reloading was behind the car. I flashed to Automatic and fired. A long line hit his stomach square. He tumbled over. He screamed. I would need to get the heck outta here. I heard some shout.I ran into the dirt. I knew a lot of the boys don't check the bushes.I lay and waited. It was actually sort of comfortable when I lyed.
I lyed for two minutes. I almost fell asleep. I turned the radio on. I whispered "Reinforcements in the dumpster Vin." "Okay, I copy. Where is your position and status? Over." I told him. "There is a bush right behind the dumpster, and I am currently outnumbered 3-1." And that was it. I waited. then, four teammates appeared behind the bushes. One said, "It sure stinks..." I jumped straight out and charged not shouting.I shot. I was shot with a guy with a Double Eagle Shotgun. Three bullets hit me. I gasped. I stood. The instructor didn't see me. I continued.
I avoided gun fire, up the stairs. I picked some guys out with my sniper, bolt-action. I remembered the time some people in our class cluster were watching a Civil War movie and some boys and girls said "Oh... Its a semi-automatic gun." It was bolt action... Hilarious. Anyways, where was I? Right. I took the guards out.I shot through the window of the other base. In a hurry, they rushed over. 'Big mistake!' I thought. I shot as many as possible. I climbed down for some Close-Quarters.
I crawled. I was followed by a parade f bullets. I took him out with my sniper, getting shot 6 times. I climbed up the stairs, and I looked around. An over turned couch. I shot the wall behind to ricochet, just in case. Startled cries. That would be the rest of the guards. It won't be long before a patrol squad comes... I grabbed the flag in the center of the building. I slung my AK-74 or 47 loose at my waist. So I held the flag in the other hand. I climbed down, on my way.
I exited the door cautiously. I took constant cover, A guy walked right past, I held my breath and hoped he wouldn't see me. He didn't. A guy approached. I shot him, not taking chances. I was advancing.A patrol squad came, I was in trouble.
I slung the AK backwards, not bothering to put it on my back.I rushed, sprinting. I stabbed the flag next to ours, getting shot at least 15 times. I did it, at a price. We had won, because of me. I was proud, then, I collapsed, exhausted. The gun was uncomfortable, so I put them away. And waited for the instructor's call.
Wednesday, May 6, 2009
The Invasion
"Wahhhh!" I woke straight up, grabbing a chair leg, as I hit the zombie in the face. They had busted the Mong Kok MTR station hold. As I pulled the lever and an electric whir appeared. I pressed a button and jumped in. Stupid zombies were scraping at the armored windows. Crunch. I looked out the window. There were electrocuted and squished zombies. Yet they were silent. Then they all started moaning. They crawled for the train. To late. Even the under belly of the train was armored. At the gunners seat, I threw a grenade on the floor just as I arrived. I hopped out. An explosion. I ran, with the burning zombies chasing me. These zombies were once human, but the rabid Swine Flu killed, then drove them insane by rabies.
I found a chain with a hook attached on an a boat in Repulse Bay. Was that a person? No, it was an infected police. I smashed his head with the hook, connected to his neck, I kicked his body back, and ripped. I took his armor, gun, stun gun, and car. The Magnum was heavy. I drove, knowing that the district was infected. I ran over more zombies. Reaching Redhill, I looked. There, Kwanlong, Junsung and Sebastian were all with the same equipment as me. I picked them up. We talked in the armored car. "I was in Mong Kok when it started. I wasn't allowed out." I said. "I was playing with Junsung and I wasn't allowed out." said Sebastian. We drove away. Driving to a police station, in hunt for guns and ammo, we went in. There, the zombie halls were thick with mucus. I found a box, then, something inside moved. It was an infected cat. I whacked it, killing it. i found the rifle room. We grabbed fat packs of ammo and rifles. Some how, we found a chainsaw. I sawed the butt of the gun and the barrel.
"Lahhhhh!" A wave of police said in the same tone, same pitch. I blew of its leg. I took the club and hit another head. It flew away. The virus had weakened the genetic structure. We had a cure and vaccine, but the infected didn't. Even a bite would infect. As I reloaded in a corner, I was saved, by a bullet from Sebastian. Suddenly, we were ambushed by zombies, pinning us down. We pushed, but each did the same procedure. It scratched, then bit our neck.Sebastian was still up with the gun. He shot them all, but it was too late. It didn't get the others, but it got me. I heard someone say " Inwoo was a brave comrade, too bad we lost him. Let's find new recruits." And the rims of my vision, went red. I heard and saw them left. They couldn't hear me when I said "Help." Then, that was my last thought. Blackness. A sound came. I thought it was the sound of hell or heaven, but then I woke. It was the alarm clock. It was a nightmare.
I found a chain with a hook attached on an a boat in Repulse Bay. Was that a person? No, it was an infected police. I smashed his head with the hook, connected to his neck, I kicked his body back, and ripped. I took his armor, gun, stun gun, and car. The Magnum was heavy. I drove, knowing that the district was infected. I ran over more zombies. Reaching Redhill, I looked. There, Kwanlong, Junsung and Sebastian were all with the same equipment as me. I picked them up. We talked in the armored car. "I was in Mong Kok when it started. I wasn't allowed out." I said. "I was playing with Junsung and I wasn't allowed out." said Sebastian. We drove away. Driving to a police station, in hunt for guns and ammo, we went in. There, the zombie halls were thick with mucus. I found a box, then, something inside moved. It was an infected cat. I whacked it, killing it. i found the rifle room. We grabbed fat packs of ammo and rifles. Some how, we found a chainsaw. I sawed the butt of the gun and the barrel.
"Lahhhhh!" A wave of police said in the same tone, same pitch. I blew of its leg. I took the club and hit another head. It flew away. The virus had weakened the genetic structure. We had a cure and vaccine, but the infected didn't. Even a bite would infect. As I reloaded in a corner, I was saved, by a bullet from Sebastian. Suddenly, we were ambushed by zombies, pinning us down. We pushed, but each did the same procedure. It scratched, then bit our neck.Sebastian was still up with the gun. He shot them all, but it was too late. It didn't get the others, but it got me. I heard someone say " Inwoo was a brave comrade, too bad we lost him. Let's find new recruits." And the rims of my vision, went red. I heard and saw them left. They couldn't hear me when I said "Help." Then, that was my last thought. Blackness. A sound came. I thought it was the sound of hell or heaven, but then I woke. It was the alarm clock. It was a nightmare.
Monday, May 4, 2009
Deep Trouble
(Not meant to be offending. I just needed to add dramatic measures.)
Ting! The mac book pro chimed when I tapped it. "Stop it!!! I'm gonna tell Mr Navis!" I replied, knowing he was my friend he would not. I replied plainly "Yeah right." Just then, he got out of his seat, talked to Mr Navis, and Mr Navis walks right up, points at a corner, and I move my desk there. Sitting and sulking, I cursed underneath my breath. I heard Junsung say "Mr Navis, Inwoo keep's touching my computer." Then Jason added "He kicked my computer." This was not true. I would not kick Jason's computer. His computer was so worn out looking, that it did not look worthy for vandalizing. Only a shiny laptop like Junsung's would attract me. Even worse, Elaine and the other girls said "(person not willing to enter name A.K.A PNWTEN), Inwoo, and Satoshi was calling us names like plop and plopper."
Mr Navis pointed at the hall. "Go to the office, I'll be with you soon." He said that in a cold, grim and vicious voice. It was so cold I could nearly see icicles hanging out PNWTEN's nose. And he didn't get cold easily. I sulked with the class staring in wonder, as i walked. "What are you looking at? Do your own stuff!" I shouted. I left the cluster, hearing a muffled Mr Navis voice saying "Why are you guys friends with Inwoo? All he does is get into trouble!" I closed the door, keeping my head low and walked up to the office, sitting on a blue couch. There I sat for the next 45 minutes, waiting for Mr Navis. The secratery asked me "What are you doing here?" I boldly replied "I got in trouble." Who's your teacher?" Once again boldly "Mr Navis." And the silence was silence. The only thing was the doors swinging, and the occasional cough. Mr Navis came.
Interrogaion began. Why did you touch Junsung's laptop?" "It was a joke." Laptop's are expensive, not one of those plastic BB guns. You can come back to class as long as you don't touch the laptops. Okay?" I nodded. I followed him. In class, everyone came to my aid. "Are you okay?" "I was so worried." and Etc. I nodded to them all, and the day dragged on.
Ting! The mac book pro chimed when I tapped it. "Stop it!!! I'm gonna tell Mr Navis!" I replied, knowing he was my friend he would not. I replied plainly "Yeah right." Just then, he got out of his seat, talked to Mr Navis, and Mr Navis walks right up, points at a corner, and I move my desk there. Sitting and sulking, I cursed underneath my breath. I heard Junsung say "Mr Navis, Inwoo keep's touching my computer." Then Jason added "He kicked my computer." This was not true. I would not kick Jason's computer. His computer was so worn out looking, that it did not look worthy for vandalizing. Only a shiny laptop like Junsung's would attract me. Even worse, Elaine and the other girls said "(person not willing to enter name A.K.A PNWTEN), Inwoo, and Satoshi was calling us names like plop and plopper."
Mr Navis pointed at the hall. "Go to the office, I'll be with you soon." He said that in a cold, grim and vicious voice. It was so cold I could nearly see icicles hanging out PNWTEN's nose. And he didn't get cold easily. I sulked with the class staring in wonder, as i walked. "What are you looking at? Do your own stuff!" I shouted. I left the cluster, hearing a muffled Mr Navis voice saying "Why are you guys friends with Inwoo? All he does is get into trouble!" I closed the door, keeping my head low and walked up to the office, sitting on a blue couch. There I sat for the next 45 minutes, waiting for Mr Navis. The secratery asked me "What are you doing here?" I boldly replied "I got in trouble." Who's your teacher?" Once again boldly "Mr Navis." And the silence was silence. The only thing was the doors swinging, and the occasional cough. Mr Navis came.
Interrogaion began. Why did you touch Junsung's laptop?" "It was a joke." Laptop's are expensive, not one of those plastic BB guns. You can come back to class as long as you don't touch the laptops. Okay?" I nodded. I followed him. In class, everyone came to my aid. "Are you okay?" "I was so worried." and Etc. I nodded to them all, and the day dragged on.
The Fish
The roar of the engine blocked out all noise. The blue sky made me want to stay for ever. But if I wanted to sleep, then I do that at home. Right now, I was here to fish. Let me tell you about a couple of fish I caught.
Let me start with the most dangerous one. "Dad, I think I got a bite!" reeling like a madman, I pulled the rod, hooking the hook in the mouth. pulling it out, was disappointing how the tiny fish could have given me a big task. As I pulled the fish boat ward, my dad shouted "Don't touch it!" I stopped. He told the skipper in rapid Korean "Can you get the blow fish off?" with a nod, he rushed over.
I lugged a fish out of water. It was beautiful. Rainbow colored, a foot big, and slippery. I took it in. I noticed the razor teeth. Might be a carnivore. But it was a close call. I warned my dad. In the cooler box, I looked at the remains of the worm. Half was bitten away.
"Look what I caught!" Holding a sardine about 9 inches long, it thrashed. I knew sardines were school travelers. For 30 minutes, they hanged below. But it was gone. Now there was no fish. about every 2 minutes. Exhausted, I went in a cabin and lied on a blanket.
We were back from the two our trip. We called the rest of the family. We counted 67 fish. a lot right? The person next to us had just over 100 in 2 hours. At the beach, we scared the wits out of the rock crabs.
We found a tiny rock crab, and I MEAN tiny. It was as big as this period. (Look at left) In a tiny trop of water in a tiny bag, we left. Somehow, we managed to find a crap the size of my fist. A full grown rock crab. We played with it in the car. Oh yeah. 1 thing too. I crept a single sardine. We purchased a fishbowl and it looked cool. It was the end of the adventure.
Let me start with the most dangerous one. "Dad, I think I got a bite!" reeling like a madman, I pulled the rod, hooking the hook in the mouth. pulling it out, was disappointing how the tiny fish could have given me a big task. As I pulled the fish boat ward, my dad shouted "Don't touch it!" I stopped. He told the skipper in rapid Korean "Can you get the blow fish off?" with a nod, he rushed over.
I lugged a fish out of water. It was beautiful. Rainbow colored, a foot big, and slippery. I took it in. I noticed the razor teeth. Might be a carnivore. But it was a close call. I warned my dad. In the cooler box, I looked at the remains of the worm. Half was bitten away.
"Look what I caught!" Holding a sardine about 9 inches long, it thrashed. I knew sardines were school travelers. For 30 minutes, they hanged below. But it was gone. Now there was no fish. about every 2 minutes. Exhausted, I went in a cabin and lied on a blanket.
We were back from the two our trip. We called the rest of the family. We counted 67 fish. a lot right? The person next to us had just over 100 in 2 hours. At the beach, we scared the wits out of the rock crabs.
We found a tiny rock crab, and I MEAN tiny. It was as big as this period. (Look at left) In a tiny trop of water in a tiny bag, we left. Somehow, we managed to find a crap the size of my fist. A full grown rock crab. We played with it in the car. Oh yeah. 1 thing too. I crept a single sardine. We purchased a fishbowl and it looked cool. It was the end of the adventure.
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