Summer’s Out- Forever

Or… at least until next summer. But then again, next summer feels so far away. It is a dangerous quest, getting to the end of this school year. Wish me luck, for I may not make it out of this alive. Okay, maybe that was a slight overreaction, but seriously, school is something that is so unbelievable long, it hurts my head just thinking about it. Yup, I’m one of those teens that isn’t overly happy school’s started again. Especially since I had a totally awesome summer.

I spent my summer in New York, people! It was awesome! Like, seriously, by far, this was the best summer ever. See, I live pretty far from all the rest of my cousins, and we barely ever get to talk to each other, so this summer was pretty great. We went to Flushing (at least, I think that was it, I’m pretty sure I’m right but, well, you know), Brooklyn and Virginia. Brooklyn was my favorite, ’cause that’s where my favorite cousins live. So, naturally, we spent most of our time there.

Flushing (um. . .) was nice to, we checked out Time’s Square twice, and each time my amazing uncle bought me one of those really big pretzels. You know, the delicious ones? Yeah, I’m kind of obsessed with them, they’re great. But what I didn’t like was that we were supposed to go to go to Six Flags, but then we ended up going to Virginia, so I didn’t get to go! It majorly sucked. Especially since I was looking forward to it since the moment we arrived. But whatever. At least we went  on The Staten Island Ferry, that was amazing. I really love the water. It’s amazing to see the waves crashing, and feel the wonderful breeze, it really is something. Check it out sometime, if you ever get the chance.

Virginia was also pretty neat. We went to some mall (I can’t remember its name) and I am actually being very serious when I say this- it was huge. Like, mega big. We went early in the morning, and came back at around 5:00-6:00. My cousins probably had the most fun, though. They were running in and out of stores while my mother and I were just like, “Yeah, okay. We’re the ones on vacation here, but please, act as though you are.” So yeah, overall, it was a blast. The best part was that my brother didn’t get to come. He needed new shirts and pants because my mom accidentally put his in the washer with a bunch of pink stuff, ruining all of his clothes. It was awesome. I just sat back and laughed as he held up a pair of his favorite grey—now pink—pants.

But, like I said earlier, Brooklyn was the best. We only have one family that lives there, but it is a pretty big family- eight kids, and two parent. So, yeah, big family. Add in my family, and you get a very happy me. But something tragic did happen, someone passed away- three someones actually. See, my cousin (he’s seventeen), he had four chickens (who has chickens these days?), and he loved them… a lot. He’d always take me and my brother to their backyard, to hold the chicken, but my brother would never touch it. I was sure that it was going to peck me to my death, but actually, they were pretty gentle. One of them tried to peck at my necklace a little, but it was cool. We’re friends. So, I did get pretty close to the chickens, but then one day, early in the morning, when only my 17 year old cousin and his mother were awake, it happened. The chickens were attacked by a cat. And my cousin had to watch as his poor chickens were devoured by the bloodthirsty beast. He tells me that it was a gruesome battle, and only one of the chickens made it out alive. I swear, he makes that chicken sound like some kind of hero. He is now not only a chicken, but a warrior as well… Pfft! Yeah right!

Anyways, when we all woke up, we come downstairs and see him staring out of the window, but I actually kind of ignored him. Then later that day, he took me out back, and dude, their cage was literally covered in blood and feathers. Needless to say, his sisters, my brother and I found it rather funny, but man was he angry at us. He didn’t talk to us for, like, seven minutes! *Gasp* After that, he insisted on keeping their last chicken in the garage. His dad wasn’t too happy, but eventually agreed. Then some time in the afternoon my cousin called all of us outside to attend the chickens funeral. My brother and I were kind of standing awkwardly to the side, cracking some stupid  jokes, while he’d turn around and glare at us every now and then. They even put a stone over their grave, my brother and I told them to write stuff like “A brother, a husband, a friend.” We were asked to leave the funeral. We refused. What was really funny was that the three chickens were all shoved into one grave.

My cousin tried to get me to name his last chicken, but I actually couldn’t think of anything. Like, what was I supposed to say, “Oh, hey, call him Bob!” Yeah, how about no? It’s not like it mattered either way, the last chicken died too. I kind of feel bad for my cousin, poor guy was heart broken. He literally had a dark cloud floating on top of him. But he perked right up once the food was served.

We even went to a big park while in Brooklyn. It was nice, I spent the first half hour just swinging (I always loved it), but when I got off, I was actually about to throw up. So anyways, we all had fun, then about half way through, my 12 year old cousin comes up to me and tells me she wants to take a walk. See, the park had a trail that joggers, well, jog on, so we walked on the path for a bit. Not too long later, the path split into two sections, one normal path and another beat up, dirt path. So, of course, we took the beat up path. We walked for what felt like a half hour, and then we came across a place where the path split into two again, and this is the creepy part.

There was some dude standing there, and we were like, “Okay, what do we do?” And it wasn’t like we even knew the way we came, so we were just standing there dumbly, and the guy was all like, “Oh hey, come this way.” And let me tell you, he sounded very happy. He was seriously so happy, it was just creepy. We stood there for a few moments wondering what to do next, when eventually we took the path he told us to (I know, we shouldn’t have done it, but hey, we actually had no idea where we were). What really creeped me out was that the dude insisted on walking behind us, so my cousin and I kept sneaking glances back at him, but he wasn’t holding a knife to either of our backs, so we were okay. Turns out he was actually just a good citizen trying to show us our way out. But still, when we were leaving, he very cheerfully called out, “Bye!” So the second we got out of sight of him we ran as fast as we could, turning around every now and then to make sure he wasn’t following us. And we even took some random turns, and hid behind trees every now and then.

What sucked the most though was that when we got back, we came across our little sisters who were, apparently, “worried” about us and were trying to find us. Yeah right, like we were going to believe that. So we just told them off and to “get lost”, I swear, you do not want to see tiny 9 year olds getting angry. It’s just so weird, since they’re trying to act cool, but they actually look pathetic. They gave us the cold-shoulder for two days, it was mad creepy. And then we came across her brother (also running on the path) and his face was completely red, and he was breathing so heavily, so of course, we worried and starting asking him what was wrong. Worst decision ever. He literally gave us a lecture about how he was sooooooo worried, and how he didn’t know where we were, and some other stuff that I tuned out.

So yeah, I guess it would be a tiny stretch to say that I had a normal summer, but, normal or not, it was definitely the best summer ever. Try and beat it, I dare you.

Fly on

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I Don’t Know

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Photo Credit: Magdalena Roeseler Flickr via Compfight cc

I don’t know what to say, 

I don’t know how to find my way.

Lost in the dark, no place to go,

 I don’t know how to find my way home.

I don’t know what to do,

 I don’t know where to go to.

Cold and dark, in the night.

 Sitting alone, waiting for the morning light.

I don’t know what I see, 

I don’t know what is standing before me.

Is it something, is is nothing at all, 

Is it a person, should I raise my voice and call?

I don’t know, is it a person, whom I can trust?

I don’t know if I should go to them, or walk alone through the dust.

I’ve decided my own way, no place to go,

 Stuck in the dark, all on my own.

Fly on,

Eeman

Maximum Ride: School’s Out-Forever

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Photo Credit: Castiel Winchester Flickr via Compfight cc

Hi, I’m back with another Maximum Ride book. If you haven’t read my earlier Maximum a Ride post, stop reading now, go read that one, then come. So, I guess now I’ll just very briefly tell you some things that you should know if you really don’t feel like going and reading my other post. So, I’m just going to start talking and you can try to keep up. Max, she’s 14, the main character and the leader of her group. Fang, he’s also 14, Max’s best friend and right-hand man. Iggy, he’s 14, and blind. Nudge, 12, and a computer genius. Gazzy, 8 years old, with a digestive system problem. Angel, 6 years old, Gazzy’s little sister, and very creepy. She has lots at really strange, cool powers, the most important ones are her ability to read and control minds. Finally, Total, their dog. So these kids (not the dog) are part bird, meaning that they were born with wings and could fly. Yeah, you read that right. In the previous book, they came to this place called The Institute of Higher Living, where they found files on everyone’s parents, except for Max’s, and where they found Total. Also while they were there, Max accidentally killed her enemy Eraser, Ari, and right before she ran for it, the man who had betrayed her when she was younger Ari’s father, Jeb, shouted “You killed your own brother!” This really shook Max, because when she was younger, she had wished that Jeb could be her father, but when he betrayed her, she instantly hated him and wanted absolutely nothing to do with him. So hearing this really scared her. And on top of the news that it is her job to save the world, she is worried and confused, with no idea where to turn, or where to expect danger from. And that is basically where the book had ended. Oh yeah, and you should probably know what Erasers are. Basically they are savage wolf-men creatures who want to kill Max and her little group. So no pressure.

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Now onto the book that I originally wanted to talk about, Maximum Ride: School’s Out Forever. After Max and her group escaped from the Institute, they get going to Washington, D.C. to find their missing parents. While they were on their way there, minding their own business, they noticed some weird, huge, lumpy cloud coming towards them. Then, they suddenly realized that it wasn’t a cloud, instead, it was flying Erasers. So there you go, right when you think your safe, someone always has to come drop the bomb on you, because everyone forbid that they should ever have one calm day.

If I ever had a good, easy day. I’d probably freak out -Max Ride

So anyways, while they were busy fighting the Erasers, one of them managed to get the better of Fang, and completely sliced his side to ribbons Then, after a while of fighting, they finally managed to get away, but when Max asks them if anyone is hurt, Fang decides to stay silent, not wanting to worry anyone. So while they were just flying, trying to put as much distance between them and the Erasers as possible, Fang suddenly chooses this very moment to fall unconscious and start dropping out of the sky. I know it wasn’t actually his fault, but his timing is really terrible. So, when he crashes to the ground, Max does everything she can to get his bleeding to stop, but it doesn’t work, so then while Fang lies on the ground, slowly bleeding to death, some guy happens to see them, and before Max could stop him, he whipped out his phone and called the police. When the doctors notice Fang’s wings, they immediately notify the FBI. Those guys then offer Max a deal-they would give Fang the best medical care they could and the rest of them a place to stay, in exchange for them to have the opportunity to study these amazing human-avian hybrids (bird-kids). Max accepts their offer, of course, but soon finds herself facing the most terrifying thing imaginable-having to go to school.

Max and Fang😘

If there is one thing she has learned in her life, it is that school doesn’t teach you how to survive.

I, personally, love this book, it was great. I hope my incredibly brief explanation might have been a bit to your liking. If it was, you must go to the library as soon as you get the opportunity, and start reading the series. Seriously, I think you will love it.

Fly on,

Eeman

Just For Fun

Hi everyone! I’m back with some more drawings that I’ve made, or drawn, or… whatever. So, if you’re wondering what’s with all of the pictures that I’m drawing, I’ll just go ahead and tell you. I have this one sketchbook that I draw at least one drawing in everyday. You know how some people have diaries, well, my notebook is a sort of diary that is made from pictures. Sometimes I draw pictures that describe my day, and sometimes I draw a random picture just for the sake of drawing something. It’s a little weird, I know, but I’ve been doing that since I was little, so it just became a habit. Well, now that we’ve got that sorted out, I’ll just go ahead and show you the pictures and you can let me know what you think.

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That’s all for now. Later!

Fly on,

Eeman

Horrible Poetry

There once was a girl who liked to read and write (me),

She really liked the colour white (not really),

She is not afraid of the night,

But she also likes the bright light.

Um…so, yeah.

Okay, you’re probably wondering what that was about. In the distance, I hear a shout.  Well, someone *cough* my best friend *cough* dared me to do a post that completely rhymes. Oh, gosh, look at the time. Don’t judge me, I am not very good at this thing. Um… The phone goes ring, ring. I…er…like to wear bling. Wow, I really stink at this thing. This makes me seem really lame. And my friend is to blame. My rhymes are really bad. I bet that they make you feel really sad. I don’t know why she made me do this. It just makes me look stupid. I don’t know what to say now, so whatever. Feather. Here, “enjoy” the next poem I wrote for you. I like chocolate and candy too.

Twinkle, twinkle little star,

Why is math so unbelievably hard?

Up above the world so high,

I don’t know how to do question number five.

And then something else happened….

The end.

My friend wanted me to include that I want a makeup set. But just the thought of that makes me sweat. She also told me to write that I want a dress. Geez, that girl is a mess. Right now I am in a good mood. Um… I really like to eat food. I like to play with Nerf guns. I also have the ability to speak in tongues (I don’t really). Here’s my last poem for today. Because of my friend, I feel betrayed.

Eeman is really cool,

She is finally in high school,

She knows how to use tools,

She doesn’t drool,

She isn’t cruel (sort of…ha ha),

She has a lot of jewels (not really),

Yeah, I’m cool.

Hey, I’m getting better at this rhyming thing. I can’t wait until Spring. I am really sorry about all of this. Um…I know someone named Chris. You are probably really annoyed. I want an Apple, not an Android. Well, that’s all for today. I like the colour gray. Okay, so bye. And to my friend, honestly, why?

Fly on,

Eeman

The Mortal Instruments-City of Bones

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Photo Credit: nikkiandholly17 Flickr via Compfight cc

Hey everyone, here I am again with another book that I want to talk about. I seriously loved this book. I know I say that for practically every book that I read, but it is always true. I know that for most people they think that they really need their best blanket, or their favourite mug, or their phone, but for me, I just need my books. I would not be able to live without them. I know that when you hear that I sound like a really, incredibly pathetic person, but I’m really not, I just really love reading. Also, before you judge me, read this series, then come to me and tell me that I am lame for enjoying reading. I guarantee that you would not be able to do it. So now, if you’ve read my post about The Infernal Devices, you would already know this, so you can go ahead and skip to the next paragraph, but if not, listen up. I am going to tell you a few terms that you will need to know. The most important one-Nephilim, though they are usually just called Shadowhunters. They are part Angel, part human, and it is their job to kill demons, keep the Downworlders in line, and make sure that the humans don’t find out about their world-the Shadow World. Now, parabatai, they are Shadowhunters that take an oath to protect each other. They

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Photo Credit: vhebelw Flickr via Compfight cc

are a pair of  Nephilim warriors who fight side-by-side. Next are the Downworlders, this just sums everything up-warlocks (Children of Lilith), faeries (the Fair Folk, and no, I didn’t spell it wrong, that is how it is spelled), vampires (The Night’s Children), and werewolves (The Moon’s Children). Basically anything that is part demon. Now, the mundanes, they are just ordinary humans that have no supernatural powers. Finally, Runes, they are marks that the Shadowhunters burn into their skin to give them different powers.

So, now I’m just going to tell you a little bit about the main characters. Clary Fray, a normal mundane girl who is quickly pulled into the Shadow World, and finds out that her mother was actually a Shadowhunter, which would also make her one of the Nephilim. Next is Jace Wayland, a Shadowhunter, my favourite character, and, I like this best about him, he reads a lot in his free time.  Now Alec Lightwood, a Shadowhunter, like Jace, and also Jace’s parabatai.  Onto Isabelle Lightwood. Also a Shadohunter, and Alec’s little sister. Finally Simon Lewis, an ordinary mundane, and Clary’s best friend.

The book starts with Clary and Simon going to a club called Pandemonium Club, expecting to have a perfectly normal fun day. When they get there, Clary witnesses a murder committed by three teenagers covered in strange tattoos. This is the first time that she meets the Shadowhunters. The three Nephilim are really stunned that an ordinary mundane like Clary is able to see them, because they used something called a glamour rune, which ensures that they would be invisible to mundanes. Clary instantly leaves the club and goes home, trying to forget about everything that had happened.

The next day while Clary and Simon go to a cafe, Clary notices a boy a little ways away, staring at her. The boy has golden hair and eyes, and she recognizes him from the earlier day she even knows his name-Jace-she had heard the other two calling him that. She gets up to tell him to leave her alone, but when the two of them go out of the cafe to talk, she gets a call from her mom telling her to not come home. This, of course, really scares her, so she instantly runs home, leaving Jace behind her. When she gets home, not only is her mom missing, but Clary herself gets attacked by a demon. Now Clary has everyone wondering, why would demons be interested in a normal mundane like her? How is she able to see the Shadowhunters? Why would the demon have kidnapped her mother? And most importantly, what does Clary have to do with the Shadow World?

Be sure to check out the book, I am telling you, it is amazing, but if you’re too lazy, consider yourself lucky, there is also a movie. It is not as great as the book, but I still loved it. Here, check out the trailer.

Heroes aren’t always the ones who win. They’re the ones who lose, sometimes. But they keep fighting. They keep coming back. They don’t give up. That is what makes them heroes. -Clary Fray

Fly on,

Eeman

Some of my Drawings

So, as you probably know, or would know if you have read my About page, I enjoy reading (obviously), sketching, and drawing. So, I thought that I would show you guys some of the things that I’ve drawn. The thing is, I love drawing, I always have and I always will. I almost love it as much as I love reading and writing-almost, but I do love it a lot. I’ve been drawing ever since I was little, sure I am not all that great, but I just love doing it. I think I get my drawing skills from my dad, he is also very good. Well, here, check them out. I hope you like them.

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Well, be sure to let me know what you think. Later!

Fly on,

Eeman