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Still Unnamed. This one is by Spanish, who never fails to make me laugh.
Chapter 1, a good day for hunting.
In the small mountains of Nimba, there live a young man and his family. The boy lived with his mother and brother. No one lived in the area but them and another family. There lived Hecter's, the young man, best friend Carnes. Carnes was lazy and hated moving but put a weapon in his hand, and everything was going to die! Carnes was good with weapons, but Hecter was too. The had be training for years, and they were damn good with them, too.
One day, the boys where hunting in the woods. Carnes was going to use the new musket that was made by an inventive blacksmith, who was his uncle, who lived in Hollystar. Hecter, on the other hand, planned to take down the goga, a hoofed animal (which comes in many sizes, this one was short and slow), with his bare hands!
Why do you ask? Because Hecter had some beasts blood in him. He wasn't that strong, not that furry, or had claws or fangs, but he had the soul. For he was just 1/24 beast. Not a lot, but enough.
Carnes saw five gogas 50 feet away. He aimed and fired. It hit one in the back leg. "Go," he said! Hecter charged at the beast. It tried to run, but it could not. He jumps on its back and stabbed it in the side with a dagger. He grabbed it around the neck with his arms and pulled it to the ground.
Five minutes later, the animal was tired, after kicking and growling Carnes walked up and finished the job. They then picked it up and walked home.
They got a heroes welcome. Food had been short and the two families were living off the grain that they grew. Carnes and his father were glad the musket worked. They had the musket because his uncle didn't want the military to find the weapon and start to make them. For they could take the world with such a strong weapon.
They lived in the mountains for a reason. War had been raging for 23 years now. Three countries and two city-states were fighting over who would rule them all. Before the war, the Great King Nathan ruled the land. He was a nice and protective king who loved his people so much. When he died, the nation divided itself into five areas! The Republic of Poat, The dictatorship of Hellena, The Tibi Nation, The city-state of Cavre and The Homre City-state.
The two families live in Poat. Each country was trying to make a secret weapon end the war. Poatian leaders heard of the musket and tried to take it. But Carnes' uncle gave it to his father and him to hide.
After the meal, Hecter and Carnes left the houses to show Hender. Hender was their other friend up in the mountains. He lived a few miles from the houses. Carnes brought the musket to show Hender.
On the way, they were chased by a wild boar! Boars are strong, so heroes ran like a bat out of heck. They climbed a tree because it was catching up!
"Great now what," asked Carnes.
"Well," Hecter said, "you left the musket power at the house, so I guess w..."
And the tree limb broke!
When they hit the ground, the boar didn't wait, BAM!!!!, right into Carnes' head!
"I'LL KILL YOU," he screamed!
Well, after the over killing (the details are...scary) they kept going.
An hour later, they reached Hender's home. Hecter and Carnes went inside. As they entered, they let out a gasp! Hender's house was a mess and stuff was everywhere!
"What happened," Hecter asked?
"They came looking for your dad, Carnes. They kept asking me, but I never told them and I said some things I shouldn't have, so they did this ," Hender proclaimed.
"Why," asked Carnes?
"Something about...um, I think it was a muskrat..., Hender said while still thinking.
"A musket," Carnes shouted?!
"Yes, that's it!"
"Oh, no. We got to get back," cried out Hecter.
This one is by Michelle who has infinite patience as we help eachother kill eachother
Sean,
There are four freshman girls in this band that like you. And I think you know that. I just wanted you to know what this is doing to them. Lindsey dreams of you each and every waking moment and tries to be as close to you as possible. (Haven’t you noticed?) And you flirt back with her! If you like her back, that’s perfectly okay, but if you don’t, it’s going to rip her heart out!
And you should see what it’s doing to the other girls. One (who I’ll call A) is completely torn apart! She can’t stop thinking about you, and she can’t take it! She sees you flirting with Chelsea and just can’t hold it all in. She spills it all to me, and I can’t describe to you how she feels. See, she gives you her whole heart, and all she gets back it a brotherly smile or a few sentences. She loves the fact that you two are buds, but she can’t stand that kind of aggravation!
And another girl (I’ll call her B) just can’t take it anymore! She isn’t exactly your best friend, but you aren’t worst enemies, either. She can’t sleep, she can hardly eat, and on top of it all, you hardly speak to her! She tries not to let it show, but she had to spill it to someone, and I was elected to listen. She tells me about how you hardly ever glance her way, and how you only talk to her when completely necessary. Whenever she hears your name, or Veronica and Michelle calling you #82, she drops whatever she’s doing to listen. You just can’t imagine.
It’s worst for the fourth and final girl, “C”. She only eats when I force her food down her throat, and sleep only comes after the tears. She has this bear that she holds at night to remind her of you. This one is the hardest of all for me to see, because this girl is my very best friend. She tells me of how, when you talk, she stares into your eyes, but you look away. She tries to talk to you as often as she can, but she can’t talk to you when you won’t look at her. She sits in the dark at night and cries her heart out. Whenever it rains, she takes walks so she can cry about the latest breaking of her heart by your hand. She likes to cry in the rain so that no one can see the tear drops on her face, or, if her eyes get red and swollen, she can plead some allergy.
I think you know who each and every one of these girls are, and I just wanted to let you know that this can’t go on forever. If you still think it can, I have three words for you. Band. Camp. Dance. I just want to give you a little advice. When you choose, don’t choose the one you think will hurt the most if you don’t. Choose the one your heart least wishes to hurt. Choose wisely, for I know who you are, but you don’t know me. I could be anyone.
Hurt friends’ advocate
P.S. None of the other girls know I’m writing this, so don’t show them. It will only hurt them worse.
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