Ninjaman

Oh my gosh, I forgot about this series until I saw this topic. Samurai Pizza Cats was my favorite show a long time ago. I remember that I watched it every morning before I headed off to school. Man, I miss that show.

Oh boy, now it's my turn. Anyway, I agree with Subversive's two points. I think people should wait until they are ready for the possible consequences following sex before they try it. And I do also think that they should wait until those two people truly love each other and can't wait any longer until marriage to have sex, of course, provided that they are, let's say, 18+ years old. I don't really support nor am I really against premarital sex. I think it's matter of whether the two people are ready and in love. I also don't see a problem in two people living together before they get married. Anyway, I for one will wait until I truly love the girl and I am ready to have sex. I will, however, try my best to wait until after marriage.

I'd fight for what is right in my heart, the innocent, and most importantly, my family and friends. If anyone hurts any family member or friend of mine, that person will pay.

"Where are we?" Davis asked. "Dunno," Scott answered. "But it looked like an underground tunnel before it got dark." "Well, shall we go?" "Sure, but let me find the wall first." As soon as Scott's hand found the wall, they followed it. Momentarily, the two would call for each other to make sure they were close to each other. The humidity was high in the tunnel and the walking seemed endless. The darkness almost seemed eternal until they saw some light in the distance. The light was coming from a lit torch on the left side of the tunnel. On the right side was a prison cell with, surprisingly enough, a girl inside. Her back was facing Scott and Davis as they approached the cell. She had light brown hair, which was in a ponytail, and was wearing a white polo shirt and a khaki skirt. "Uh, hello?" Davis spoke. The girl turned around, surprised. Her face was but of a young teenager's. A year younger than Scott and Davis at the most. "Who are you?" she asked, frightened, but she calmed down when she saw that her visitors were teenagers. "Are you from this school?" "Yeah, how'd you guess?" Scott replied. "Well, terrorists usually aren't teenagers. How did you get down here?" "Well, he saw this place in a dream," Davis answered, pointing to Scott. "We sneaked our way here, hoping to find a way out. How did you get here in this prison?" "The terrorists caught me," the girl answered, standing up. "They caught me overhearing their conversation in an alley. They were talking about taking over a school, which I'm guessing is this one. One of them bumped into me and the next thing I know, I'm in here. They must've knocked me out when they found me, which, if you ask me, was just plain rude." "Did you hear any reason why they were taking over our school?" Davis asked. "Sorry, no." "Well, let's get you out of there," Scott said. "Really? How?" the girl asked. Davis looked around the area and found a large rock. He picked it up and walked towards the cell door. "I'll break you out," he said. "Thank you," the girl said with a smile. "Oh! By the way, my name is Lisa. Lisa Kia." "I'm Scott Ryans," Scott said, then pointed to Davis. "He's Davis Brendan." Davis swung the rock at the cell's lock three times before it finally broke off. "Go Davis," Scott complimented. "Come on, let's see if there's an exit." Lisa got out of her cell. When she got out, the two boys noticed she was smaller than both of them. Then, they continued going through the dark tunnel, but this time, Davis brought the torch near the prison. Soon enough, the three met a dead end with a door in the ceiling. Davis boosted Scott to the door so he could open it while Lisa held the torch. Scott slowly opened the door as he peeked his head out. No one was around, well at least no one's feet were seen. When Scott fully opened the door, he noticed they made it to a back of a gas station. Scott climbed out and helped Davis and Lisa out of the tunnel. When they closed the door, they could see how no one noticed the trap door before. It was camouflaged to look like concrete. "Where are we?" Lisa asked. Davis went around the corner of the gas station and looked up. "That Fina gas station near the school," he answered. "Well, come one, let's call the police," Scott said reaching into his pants' pocket and bringing out two quarters. The three went to the front of the gas station, where they found a pay phone. Scott picked up the receiver and was about to put his quarter in the phone when Davis tapped his finger on Scott's shoulder. Scott turned to Davis, who was pointing at someone. A terrorist standing on the corner looking right at them. "Oh, crap," Scott muttered.

Thanks Ruby! Anyway, sorry for taking so long to type this chapter up. I'm trying my best to find time to type these chapters up. So enjoy Chapter 2. ^^ [size=1]On a complete side note: I'm turning 16 today. Woo-freaking-hoo.[/size] Chapter 2: Escape Fear had taken over every student and teacher in Scott's school. The men called themselves terrorists. They put groups of students and teachers into every room in the school. One or two terrorists guarded the doors to the rooms and the windows from the outside. Scott was placed in a room in the hall that was in his dream. There was one teacher in the room and he was staring out the window. Some of the girls were crying. Some of the guys were just staring at the wall not knowing what to think. Scott was sitting on desk staring out the window. Almost an hour had passed. The terrorists told the school, using the intercom from the school office, to wait and not to try anything to escape while they prepared. Naturally, the school wasn't exactly thrilled to hear that. Rain clouds were soon covering the sky. Scott found it ironic on how the weather was bad on a day like this. As he looked at the dark clouds, Scott remembered his dream. The advice the voice gave him. Who was that voice? Scott didn't know whose voice it was, but, for some reason, it sounded familiar. Scott's train of thought was interrupted by a tap on his shoulder. When Scott turned around, he saw a teenager boy with black hair. This teenager also wore a black polo shirt. Scott knew him and was happy to see that one of his friends was with him now. ''Davis,'' Scott said, standing up, ''you're okay.'' ''Yeah, I'm fine.'' Davis said with a slight smile. ''Glad to know someone I know is okay. I hope everyone else is, too.'' ''I hope so, too. But didn't you see anyone else like Ethan, like, alive at least?'' ''Actually, yeah, I saw Ethan being put into another room. I wonder what they're 'preparing' for. It's starting to scare me just waiting here.'' ''Yeah, I know,'' Scott answered with a quiver in his voice. Davis could detect the quiver. ''You okay?'' ''Fine,'' Scott answered, going back to look out the window. ''Just scared. Really scared.'' ''Hey,'' Davis placed his hand on Scott's shoulder. ''Everything is going to be all right. As long as we stay calm, we'll be fine.'' ''I just want to go home,'' Scott muttered. He was blinking back some tears. ''I know. We all do.'' ''I mean, we don't know what these guys are going to do to us. What if someone we know gets killed? What if we get killed? I mean for all we know, those guys are planning to blow this school up! We got to get out.'' ''I wish we could, but, I don't know how.'' There was silence after Davis said that. Scott didn't know how to escape either. He was starting to feel really depressed. But then, a thought entered his head. ''Wait,'' Scott said. ''I think I know a way out.'' ''What?'' Davis almost exclaimed. Scott turned around and looked around the room. He then walked towards a man who was the teacher. Davis followed Scott, curiously. The teacher was sitting at a desk when Scott walked up to him. "Uh, excuse me, sir," Scott said to the teacher. The teacher looked up. "Yes?" "Sir, I think I know a way out of the school." "What?" "I think I know a way out of the school that we can use to sneak into and escape from here." "What? Do you want to risk our lives? Do you want us to get killed?!" Scott knew that his plan could get them killed, but then he had another idea. "Okay, well, I'll go," Scott said. "What?" Davis and the teacher said in unison. "Scott, do you wanna die?" Davis almost exclaimed. "He's right, Scott," the teacher agreed. "It would be better is we just cooperate with the terrorists for now. Soon enough, the police will be here to get us out." "Can you honestly tell me that everyone will be alive by that time?" Scott questioned. "No, I can't," the teacher said with a sigh. "But can you honestly tell me that you won't get killed trying to escape?" "No, but at least I'll die trying." "Are you serious?" the teacher began to raise his voice. "If we try, there will be more of us dead than alive. There's about two or three terrorists guarding every room, each holding a weapon, and there's a whole lot more. There's more than thirty rooms in this school, and I didn't want to bring this up, but I overheard a terrorist saying about another hundred are coming here." "Look," Scott began, "just let me go once. I mean if we don't try at least once, we will regret it. I mean, don't you have a family you want to come home to?" That got to the teacher. There was a brief silence as the teacher stared endlessly at the desk. "Alright," the teacher said looking at Scott now. "Just once. But alone?" "You're right. I need someone to come with me." Scott immediately looked at Davis. Davis was a little surprised, but then he nodded his head. "Okay," the teacher said standing up. "First off, we need you out of this room. Get everyone in this room. I think I have a plan." Meanwhile, in the school office. Some teachers were in the corner being looked over by one terrorist. Three were at a desk, one of them looking at papers on the desk. "Lance, when are the others getting here?" one of them asked the one looking at the papers. "Within an hour," Lance answered. "Perry is waiting at the gas station near here." "What are you reading?" another asked. "Not a clue," Lance tossed the paper he was reading back on the desk. "But I can't say it doesn't interest me." "Okay are you ready?" The teacher stacked a chair on a desk leading to an open air vent. "Ready," Scott replied. Davis climbed on the desk and chair and into the air vent. He peeked his head out and lent out his hand to Scott. Scott climbed the desk and chair and pulled Davis' hand up to the air vent. "The air vent connects all over the school," the teacher said to the two. "So you should be able to find the exit you're thinking about, Scott. Good luck." Scott nodded at the teacher and crawled further into the air vent with Davis following. The teacher climbed to the vent and closed it. When he climbed down, a student removed the chair off the desk and put it back in place. "Pray to Go that they make it," the teacher said to the students in the room. "Don't say a word and crawl as quietly as you can," Scott whispered to Davis. The vents were almost completely dark. New paths were found along the along the way, but Scott crawled right past them. Time from time, Scott looked through the vents to see what room they were over. The two tried their best to stay quiet, but there were dust particles in the vents. Scott and Davis both coughed once, but they placed their hands on their mouths to muffle the sound. And they both stopped in their tracks for a moment in case someone below heard the muffled cough. Once, Scott almost sneezed, but he held his nose to stop it. The crawling seemed endless, but it took almost ten minutes before the two turned to the right. Scott then stopped before a vent. "Where are we?" Davis whispered. "Campus store," Scott whispered back. Scott, as carefully as he could, removed the vent. He then slowly peeked his head into the room. Scott took out his head from the room. "No one's there, come on." Scott slowly got out of the vent and jumped to the floor, followed by Davis. Davis took a look in the close to make sure no one was in. Fortunately, no one was. Scott opened the store's door and peeked his head out the hall. The area with the trapdoor from Scott's dream was ahead. At both ends of the hall were building exits, but were guarded by three terrorists. Luckily, they were outside and their backs were facing the doors, so Scott's head wasn't seen. "So where's this exit you were talking about?" Davis asked. Scott pointed to the school logo on the floor ahead of them. "No offense, Scott, but that's a logo on the floor," Davis replied with confusion. "I know, but there's a trap door beneath that logo," Scott said. Davis looked at the logo and back at Scott. "You're kidding, right?" "No. I saw it in my dream." "Scott! We're looking for an exit you saw in a dream?" Davis almost yelled, but kept it in a whisper. "Hey, every other exit is guarded. This is better than nothing. There's no one in the hall, so I'll sneak behind that pillar and check to see if there is a trap door or not. If there isn't, I'll come back and we'll get back into the vent and go back to the room." "What if you get caught?" "Then you go back without me," Scott answered, then he sprinted to a pillar in front of the campus store. "Scott!" Davis almost yelled. Scott stayed close to the pillar and looked around. After a few seconds, Scott got on his knees and crawled to the logo. He moved his hand across the logo, but didn't find anything. Scott moved his hand a second time, and this time, he found something. Davis saw Scott pull open the logo and find the trap door. "Oh my God," Davis muttered to himself. "He actually found a trap door." Scott waved at Davis and jumped into the trap door. Davis quickly sprinted behind the pillar, then crawled to the trap door. Davis looked inside and saw Scott waiting for him below. Davis grabbed the door and slowly closed it as he climbed into the hole. As soon as Davis closed the door, it was completely dark.

For me the best anime music was from Cowboy Bebop and Digimon Seasons 3 and 4. In Cowboy Bebop, the music really sets the theme and I found the music for Digimon Seasons 3 and 4 pretty cool. As for video games, my vote goes to Chrono Cross, Final Fantasy VII, and Star Ocean 2. I always felt pretty comfortable listening to Chrono Cross's music and enjoyed listening to it. In FF VII, the music was wonderful and I always loved listening to the boss battle music. I'm the first to say Star Ocean 2, but I find the music to the game really great and I most of the time listen to it when I'm doing my homework or drawing. I like a lot of other video game music, but these three have the majority of overall music. For video games, mainly RPG's, I find the boss battle and at least one dungeon music to be my favorite. Ooooh, I almost forgot about Legend of Mana! Now the music in that game was very, very nice.

Hmm, the scariest death? I'd say drowning. That or you go into a coma or something and people think you're dead and bury you, only to come back alive and find yourself in a coffin six feet under. Being buried alive would be scariest for me. If I die, make sure I really am dead before you bury me.

If anybody didn't know, I have been trying to write a book. Well, make it two since this particular story has two parts. I am only on part one so far and have written the first eleven chapters and I'm trying to finish part one by the end of summer. I'll try to type up the chapters and share the story with all of you guys. For now, here's chapter one. Hope you enjoy. Oh, and as you can tell, my story has no title yet, so any suggestions would be greatly appreciated. _____________________________ Prologue ''How long has it been since I first met you? We had our own personal problems to deal with. We always wondered if the problems would cease so we could continue our journey. But sometimes our problems can intertwine with another's. Not only does a new journey begin, but a new friendship, a new destiny. '' Chapter 1: Let It Begin ''My heart is alone. Friends stand by me, but for how long and how far? How loud is my voice? I'm walking in darkness, searching for my light. I want to go to see new worlds, but not alone. I guess I got to try harder.'' Suddenly, Scott heard a mysterious voice. ''How long have you been searching?'' the voice asked. ''Searching for your light?'' ''Almost my entire life,'' Scott calmly responded. ''What about those you have met so far? Don't you care about them?'' ''Of course I do. They might not know, but I care about them.'' ''Your heart is filled with sadness and hatred from the past. If you're not careful, it will grow and your heart will be consumed by the dark. But it is still growing with your heart growing lonely. '' The voice vanished and Scott started falling deeper into the darkness. But Scott fell through the darkness and landed in a hall. The hall had lockers and doors that led to rooms. But the hall didn't have color, everything was in black and white. The area was familiar to Scott. ''My school,'' Scott muttered. The voice came back and spoke. ''You must take courage and step into the unknown. If you don't, you will stay in the darkness and it will attack your heart!'' Scott's heart was suddenly beating rapidly. Dark shadows surrounded Scott and they shaped into monsters. They walked closer to Scott. With every step they took, his heart began to beat faster. Scott closed his eyes and panted as he wished for the nightmare to end. Scott opened his eyes and stopped panting. He placed his left hand on his heart. ''Take courage and step into the unknown,'' Scott whispered. The shadows stopped in their tracks. A bright light was shining in Scott?s right hand. The light formed into a shining sword. The shadows continued walking towards Scott. Scott turned around and lunged at the shadows. He swung his sword, which destroyed the shadows. Scott slashed his way through the horde of monsters and started running down the hall. Scott ran into a large area where he saw a glass door. A door he hopes that will get him out of the nightmare. Scott ran towards the door when he heard something. He stopped to listen for the sound. He heard soft cries. Cries for help. Scott walked around to find where the cries where coming from. The cries grew louder as he walked near the glass door. Scott looked to his right, where there was his school?s logo on the floor. The crying apparently came from below the logo. Suddenly, the shadows were heard, approaching Scott. Scott looked at the glass door, which was only a few feet away to escaping the nightmare. Then Scott looked in the direction where the crying was coming from. Scott closed his eyes and gave a small groan. He opened his eyes and ran to the school logo. There he found a trap door, where below, Scott could find the source of the cries. Scott got on his knees and opened the door. A blinding light flashed after he opened the door. The cries grew louder and became numerous. Scott took courage and jumped into the light. The jump became endless and, one by one, the cries ceased. Finally, Scott landed after the final cry vanished. Suddenly. a human shadow appeared in front of Scott and it lent him its hand and whispered, ''Help me.'' But before Scott could respond, the light grew brighter? ''Scott!'' Scott's eyes opened and he was back in reality. When Scott woke up, he noticed he was sitting on the floor. He was in a hall of his school, not the same hall from his dream, but another one. He had his back against his locker and had a notebook filled with drawings on his lap. Suddenly, Scott realized there was a person next to him, sitting on his knees. He was a teenager about Scott's age. ''Hey, Scott,'' the teenager said. ''Hey, Eddie,'' Scott replied, scratching his head. Eddie Ramos was a friend of Scott's. They both met during their freshmen year of high school, which was a year ago. They're both sophomores now in their second semester. Eddie was taller than Scott and both had black hair, but Eddie's hair was shorter. ''Were you asleep or something?'' Eddie asked. ''Yeah actually,'' Scott replied. ''What time is it?'' ''Ten minutes before the bell. What are you doing sleeping in the hall?'' ''Actually, '' Scott moaned, ''I didn't even know I was asleep. I know I was drawing and I guess I must have spaced out and fell asleep.'' Scott kept rubbing his face and groaned. He was thinking about his dream. ''Uh, are you okay?'' Eddie asked. ''Yeah,'' Scott stopped rubbing his face and put his notebook in his backpack, which was sitting next to him. ''I just had a weird dream.'' ''Really?'' Eddie asked. ''What about?'' Scott stood up. ''It was strange, I was here at the school and I was killing some monsters.'' ''You're right, that is weird. What else are you doing this dream?'' ''Dunno. Oh, man, I got to go. My class is in the other building.'' ''Okay. Try not to fall asleep on the way,'' Eddie chuckled. ''See you later.'' Scott picked up his backpack and said bye to Eddie. He then walked through the halls. The reason why he was sitting was because he was waiting for his classroom to be opened. The teacher always unlocked the door at ten minutes before the bell. Either that or another teacher came and unlocked the door. Scott could never really guess when the door was open, so he always waited ten minutes before the bell before he headed to class. But sleeping in the hall wasn't intended. Scott usually walks around the halls instead of sleeping in one of them. Scott walked in the another hall where an entrance to the school cafeteria was. Some of the students were wearing their uniforms and others wore black or white polo shirts. It was Friday, and on Fridays students could wear white or black polo shirts, which they could buy at the campus store, but the students still had to wear their uniform pants, or skirts if the student was a girl. They could also wear tennis shoes on Fridays. Scott was one the students wearing a black polo, and so was the girl who stopped Scott in the hall. She was a small Hispanic girl with long dark brown hair. ''Hey Ryans. Did you bring your game?'' the girl asked. Ryans was Scott's last name. ''Hey, Glori,'' Scott replied. ''Yeah, I got it in my pocket. But wait until Theology class.'' ''Aww, why not now? Come on Ryans.'' Scott rolled his eyes and pulled out a transparent blue Game Boy Advance. He gave it to the excited Glori. ''Here. Give it back to me after Theology. Back in one piece, please.'' ''Thanks! Don't worry. I'll bring it back in one piece.'' Glori jumped a little and walked into the cafeteria. Scott chuckled for a second and kept walking through the hall. Scott walked into the area from his dream where he found the trap door. He stopped and stared at the school logo on the floor. He couldn't find any sign of a trap door, but then he realized it was just a dream. But even Scott had his suspicions. That's the feeling he got since he has played a number of video games where dreams were more than what they seem. Suddenly, a gunshot was heard and some students screamed. Scott immediately looked up and saw a group of men holding guns. The shot came from one of the men, who was pointing his gun towards the ceiling. ''Nobody move!'' the man who shot his gun yelled. ''Try anything funny and you will be shot! Don't try to escape because we got more men coming through every entrance of this school! Drop everything and put your hands in the air!'' Scott and the other students had no choice but to drop their bags and put their hands in the air. This was no dream.

I zone out a lot when I'm reading a poem, story, or book that's too boring for me. But that mainly happens when I'm reading it for school. I zoned out a lot during my Spanish class. Whenever the teacher said my name and asked me a question in Spanish while I zoned out, I come back to reality and manage to get lucky and reply with a correct answer. And I also remember zoning out during Theology class. Man was that class boring. And it's very easy for me to zone out during a ride in a car or if someone I find boring talks to me. Hopefully I won't zone out when I start driving soon.

I've been going to Drivers Ed for the past week and it has been boring as heck. I have to get up at like 6 in the morning just to get ready. I'm going to get my permit this coming Monday. Three more weeks of Drivers Ed and I can spend the rest of the summer sleeping in late.

Congratulations! I pray that he'll be a healthy baby boy. I can't really suggest any names. Hmm, how about Tyler? Heh, that was the first name that popped in my head since it's my nephew's name.

[b]My Blog Address:[/b] [URL=http://d-shadow.blogspot.com/]http://d-shadow.blogspot.com/[/URL] [b]Blog Title:[/b] I'm Still Here [b]Reasons/Thoughts Behind It:[/b] Well, I wanted to start a blog because, as you can read from the first entry I made in it, I had a lot going on my mind and I just wanted to type it all out. Besides, reading other people's blogs kind of inspired me.

I got out of school as of last Friday, so yay, it's summer for me! The next four weeks for me will be Drivers Ed, so yipee for me. Plus I'll be helping my brother build a shed for a neighbor across the street for some money. And I'll also be getting some money by babysitting my nephew. As much I'm glad it's summer, it's going to be busy as heck for me.

All I know is that it's coming here around August and it's going to be called Outbreak.

Heh, I almost forgot I posted the poem. [QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Sara [/i] [B][size=1]Did you write that for class?[/size] [/B][/QUOTE] Yeah, I wrote it for my English class. We had to make, I think, 10 poems about certain subjects. That one was for a family relative. And since I'm here, I'll post the poem I made about my friends [u]Shadow[/u] I wonder to whom I should follow Or should I wander as a helpless shadow I want to go run and see The person that I could be I'll run across the world In hoping to be heard But then I would find out and see That the world doesn't even know me Now here I am all alone Can't expect me to pick up the phone And call someplace Which would direct me to destiny's face How can I expect to find my way And meet with fate in a day I want to be with my friends And hope it never ends The world can't make me go on my own They can't tear me from the place I've known But why should I even stay They don't know me anyway But then I notice that they see me That's how I always wanted it to be They see me running away They don't want me going that way It's then that they want to know me Will they tell me who to be I want to tell them who I am For I know exactly who I am I want stay with them until the end Now I'm finally their friend They believe in me For they know who I want to be The world can't tear me away from my home They can't make me live on my own All they say is just a lie They can't break me and make me cry They can no longer tell me what to be I'm stronger than what they see Now I have my place to call my own Someplace where I'm no longer alone I have something to hold on Now I finally feel belong I belong with my friends Where the adventure never ends Now I can stop running away I finally found my way I no longer expect to believe That destiny will weave My threads of fate for me to follow I'm no longer a helpless shadow

I think Pixar movies are always cool, so I'll probably be seeing this movie soon. Heh, I'm a kid at heart and I gotta nourish it with something. ^^

Actually, AJeh, I think you might be right about [spoiler]Sora being the hooded guy with the two keyblades. Because near the end you see the quote "He looks just like you." Maybe there's a doppleganger on the loose pretending to be Sora?[/spoiler]

I got a carton of cookies and cream waiting to be eaten by me in my freezer right now. I usually get ice cream from the store or the Braum's ice cream store near my house. Mmmm, I really want to eat that ice cream right now, but I must fight the temptation until after lunch! Aww, heck with it. *gets his carton and ice cream from the freezer and a spoon and eats it*

Destructive? Is something bad going to happen if I take that pill? ^^;;

I was looking through my old schoolwork from the past semester and I came upon my old poems, so I thought I'd share some with you guys. Hope you like it! [u]My Nephew[/u] I never thought I would feel this way I never thought you would make my day Everyday, when I see your smile It makes my life all the worthwhile To see you grow is where I want to be You'll be older but for now you're just a baby You're crawling You're walking You're saying "Ma" Then "Dada" I think you're growing with too much haste Time is too impatient for my own taste But right now, I stand by you You're my baby nephew I'll hold on and won't let go Until I know That you have grown And you are ready to travel the unknown But until then, I'll keep you near by And be there when you cry I'll teach you things that you never knew Hopefully I won't end up confusing you I'll be there when you have a question And we'll work together for the solution But right now, I'll help you walk Across the land while teaching you to talk It feels good to be with you You cheer me up whenever I feel blue Always when we're playing I always feel like smiling Time will run past me Then I wil see How much you've grown You will run into the unknown I have and will always love you You're always my baby nephew

You're right maladjusted, it is Final Mix's trailer and is called 'Deep Dive'. I actually found a website that has pics to that trailer, if anyone wants to know the site, just PM me and I'll send it to ya.

I'm the quiet one and the artist one in my family. I'm the quiet one because I spend almost all of my days in my room or in my parents' room, since that's where the computer is. ^_^;; My family knows almost nothing about who my friends are or how my social life is going. They also haven't seen the pictures I have drawn or the stories that I write. It's my fault really since I always answer "Fine," to the question "How was your day?". I'm the artist one since I have done the most drawings in my entire family. My other brothers don't really have their own sketchbooks besides for school, while I have sketchbooks for my own freetime. I write a lot of stories too. I also seem to be the most talented at drawing too, in my opinion, lol.

I like the one on the top right the most. It's princess Mimi! The top left is my second favorite. They look so innocent. Great drawings!

I wished that Clay won too, but at least it was a close vote(it was like by 1% wasn't it?) and at least he lost to a great guy. Gotta love that big guy Ruben. ^_^

In my Creative Writing class we have to write a 7 page report on an abstract word for our final exam. I have chosen the word "friendship". Just as a help to me and for discussion, I have a question to you all. What does friendship mean to you? Like what is your definition of friendship?