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The story of Kitty

Kitty

“Hello, I’m kitty. I know, creative name. If you didn’t realize, I’m a cat. Or a kitty as my human slaves call me. And let’s just make things clear the only reason I’m telling you my life story is because my human slaves promised to give me wet food. So… It all started when I was just born. I was born in a box with three sisters in an ally way. My mom loved us very much but good food was rare and we were always hungry. One day when playing tag my mom spotted a human walking toward us she moewed to us to hide but only two of my sisters heard her. My sister Fluffy, and I were suddenly grabbed by two huge furless paws. Fluffy and I moewed as loud as we could as we were pulled away from our mother and our two sisters. In a moment of panic I bit down as hard as I could in an attempt to get away. The human dropped me and I ran. But as I turned to see if my sister escaped as well I was grabbed by two smaller hands and dragged to a huge metal monster thing. I was thrown inside along with Fluffy as well as the humans. I got as close as I could to Fluffy and squished my muzzle into her fur as the metal monster started moving.                              

The metal monster occasionally stopped but one time it didn’t start again. Suddenly the door to the metal monster opened and we were dragged out once again. I knew fighting was futile so I stayed limp as my sister wriggled, yowling, and hissing. She turned her head to me and the anger in her eyes turned to fear. After a while she went limp too. We were taken into a building and set on the counter held still by one of the humans as they spoke their gibberish. Suddenly the human behind the counter scooped us up and took us to a nearby door. The human that had us in the car rushed over to open the door and we were pulled inside. I saw dozens of cats in cages most of them were staring at us silently but some of the smaller cats moewed at us with glittery eyes. We were looking around at the various cats when suddenly Fluffy and I were pushed into a cage with two orange, and quite handsome, tabby cats. I jumped as the door slammed close behind us. ‘Hi!’ said the smallest of the two kittens running up to us. ‘I’m tiger and this is my brother smudge.’ He flicked his head towards the other cat in the cage who was sleeping comfortably. He recited the words so perfectly that it seemed he had practiced, but I was unprepared. ‘Uh, I-I’m Kitty. A-and this is F-fluffy.’ He looked at me questioningly. ‘Kitty, huh? That’s an odd name.’ I wanted to get mad at him but instead I just found myself staring into his eyes awkwardly. He moved out of my view and I snapped back into reality.

It was many months later when Tiger, Smudge, Fluffy, and I were separated into personal cages and many months after that when I was picked by a tiny human to be taken home. I became very lonely at the human house. I thought I lonely when I got my own cage but at least I knew the others were OK. One day the little human that chose me walked in the door and crouched down beside me. He started speaking his gibberish and then walked back over to the and opened it slightly. I stayed in the same spot for a little while not getting the purpose of it when suddenly a handsome orange tabby face peered in. I moewed in surprise and he turned his head toward me. He ran over to me and rubbed his muzzle against my head. ‘I can’t believe you’re here! It’s been so long since I’ve seen you Tiger.’ He purred at the sound of his name and licked my ear. ‘I missed you too.” He moewed happily. ‘How are Fluffy and Smudge?’ I asked. ‘They’re fine. Fluffy had her kittens just before they were both adopted along with the kittens.’ Right I had nearly forgotten that Fluffy and Smudge were waving kittens.

After that life was good. I had kittens of my own with Tiger and I found out that Fluffy and Smudge lived down the road. I visited them occasionally and everyone lived happily ever after.” I lick my paw contently and my human walks past. “Hey! Hey! Give me wet food you promised.” I run after my human and Tiger faces you. “That was your mom’s life story kits. goodbye.”

If I were In charge of the world

If I were In charge of the world

And what a different world it would be.

I would cancel criminals, abuse, and video

games.So every game you played would

be something you or your friends coded.

If I were in charge of the world

people would always be happy, truthful,

and smart.If they have a disability we will

make sure they're still happy.

If I were in charge of the world

Everyone would have a cat, unless they're

allergic, all scientists will research how to

make dragons real, and everyone will be

neat and have a perfect schedule so that

they’re never late.

If I were in charge of the world

No one would ever be confused from

origami tutorials, money wouldn’t exist

we would use winks as currency,and

no one will misbehave.

And even though I’m just an emotional

child I would still be able to rule the world.

DeepInThought

Drawing the ABCs

Drawing the ABCs

Artistic arts like drawing can almost always be learned.

Beloved drawings hold a special place in your heart.

Creativity is an important part to drawing.

Design pieces of your art before drawing the whole thing. It turns out better.

Everyone can draw it they put their mind to it.

Failure is a part of any art but it can only help you...

Grow. You will get better.

Help will be offered to you from more experienced artists, always except.

Individualize your work, make your own style.

Joke around with your art if your bored.

Kill the competition. It’ll be easier for you.

Look and analyze others’ art.

Measure lengths to make sure you get it right.

New techniques are always welcome.

Only you can make your art. Take inspiration from others but don’t copy.

Precise is what your art will be if you practice every day.
Quality is important make each drawing as good as it can be.
Read about drawing. Read things like this.
Speed is not always important unless you’re on a deadline.
Tell people about your art.
Understand that you're not the best artist in the world.
Visualize each line you draw before you draw it.
Write good Ideas down when you think of the so you don’t run out of ideas.
X-out Ideas after you're done drawing them.
Yummy snacks help you focus. Just don’t spill.
Zebra patterns are good to draw for practice.

Arthur and Queenie Murder Mystery... Or Is It

        We were given this picture in writing class and we had to try and see what happened. This is my take on the illustration. 

Arthur and Queenie walk in the house coming back from an event just down the road in which both people got drunk. Queenie walked upstairs, accidentally scooting part of the cloth on the stairs over leaving an unprotected spot on the stairs, to take a shower and Arthur Grabs a robe to protect his suit from the food he was about to cook. After cooking the food for a while his wife called to him from upstairs and asked for a glass of water. He grabbed the water and walked to the stairs as he lifted his first foot a small amount of the clear liquid spilled in the the unclothed part of the stairs and he stepped on it slipping backwards and falling with a bang, glass still in hand, unconscious. As the wife heard the bang she called his name and after being met with no response she rushed downstairs After seeing her husband she crouched down beside him. She felt his pulse and stood up to call the police which explains the look on her face.

I Wonder Why...

Infinities

Infinities

We all think of space as infinite. But it’s not. It’s countably infinite.That is because we can measure space, not all of space just sections of space. If space was truly infinite we would not be able to be able to pick a point in it because there would be an infinite amount of infinities within that spot. A truly infinite thing cannot be counted, measured, or pinpointed. That is why space is not infinite.

My Profile Picture Story

Ilan the Doppelgänger

On the 13 of July 1989 I found out I had a twin. I was eight years old then when Ilan my twin emerged from the burnt down forest my parents thought she died in five years ago. They didn’t tell me the truth because they knew I would be hurt and I slowly forgot about my sister until I was walking down the familiar road to my school three years later. I heard a dog barking and turned my head to the familiar forest. Me being the curious person that I was I strode to the edge of the forest and peered in. Suddenly I was knocked over by something that came from the forest. I was terrified as I saw a huge snout come towards my head… and lick me. I pushed the animal off of me and sat up. It looked similar to a dog but it had strangely pointed horns and a sharp arrowed tail. The dog started whining and ran so I followed him. A dozen meters away I found her. A girl who looked exactly like me lay still and peaceful on the ground. The dog walked over to her and licked her face. Her eyes fluttered open and she sat up slowly facing away from me. As she stood up her dress seemed turn into fire elegantly flowing around her her body. I shrieked as a burning ash landed on my flip flopped shoe. She turned around and I saw a flash of red slitted eyes, horns, and a tail before she ran into the forest her dog close behind her leaving a trail of fire. I kept walking to school but I walked along the forest in case I saw her again. And I did, well, It’s more like she saw me again. I was hearing noises in the forest so I was becoming paranoid when suddenly I was tugged into the forest by the shoulder of my shirt. I struggled to get free but I was unsuccessful as arms wrapped around me. I tried to scream as heat surrounded my body burning like fire but a hand had already covered my mouth. I turned my head to see the girl beside me. “I’ll let you go if you promise not to scream. Blink if you understand.” I blinked slowly and she let me go. I dropped to the ground putting a hand on my burning mouth. “I need your help.” She said. “What’s your name?” I opened my mouth to speak wincing at the pain. “Lani.” She looked confused,”I’m Ilan.”

“Follow me.” she whispered. I got up from the forest floor and felt the heat from my mouth and my stomach where Ilan touch me disappear. I followed her through the forest for what seemed like an hour. And when she stopped I was hit with remembrance, I was supposed to call my mom when I got to school. I pulled my phone out and began to dial her number. I jumped and hung up when Ilan touched the back of my phone and screamed in agony. “What’s wrong?” I asked startled. “T-that thing! It tried to kill me!” she pointed at the phone and the dog started growling. She brushed off her finger and spoke,”Well we’re here.” I looked at her confused. She twirled around her finger and I heard a splitting noise suddenly the ground ripped open revealing a red stairway downwards “Go in.” she said “What?!” I shouted back. “Go… In… now.” she ran at me and tried to push me down the stairs. “Why are you doing this?!” I shouted as I leaned dangerously close to the stairs. “Why? Because I want you to convince people that hell is not that bad! I spent years making it with my own two hands! So just go!”

As I felt myself lose my foothold I whipped my phone out and hit Ilan with it. To my surprise she disappeared into my phone screaming and the dog jumped into the hole before it disappeared. I unlocked the screen to my phone and opened each of my apps one by one. When I got close to google drive I heard a noise so I clicked on it. And on my profile picture I saw a cartoon version of Ilan. From then on she stayed in my profile picture occasionally changing positions. The end.

Facade poem

I am

I seem to be a queen be that is popular and important,

But I really am a worker bee that tends to be avoided.

I seem to be like a dandelion that is fragile and harmless,

But really I am an untrimmed rose with thorns that are dangerous.

I seem to be like a growing tree that provides homes for animals,

But really I am a berry bush with deceptive, deadly, fruit.

I seem to be like a sprinkler that gives water and life to plants,

But really I am a lawn mower that was made only to slice them.

I seem to be like a wooden spoon that makes delicious spaghetti,

But really I am a cutting knife that if used wrong can hurt.

I seem to be like a little mouse that is cute, and small, and fun,

But really I am a mean rat big, angry, and alone.

I seem to be like a school bus that carries children safely,

But really I am a motorcycle dangerous and causing accidents.

I seem to be like a tiny dog that is fluffy and harmless,

But really I am a grumpy cat with big sharp claws.

I seem to be like the dark of night that is making you lose you way,

But really I am a beacon of light that is guiding you day by day.

Lani

About the Blogger (Kind of)

About the blogger (Kind of)

Lani was born on an air force base near Tokyo, Japan on August 8, 2004. When in Japan she did modeling for about two years but was unable to continue when her family moved to California in about 2008. She Grew up with many animals.

    2 dogs: An alaskan malamute named Fluffybuns and a husky named Snowball.

    4 cats: Grey Tabby named Sasha, Orange tabby named Tigerstripe, Black cat named Nightshade,White cat named Marshmallow.

    A bird named pecky.

    A lizard (bearded dragon) named dino.

    A black horse named Starjumper.

    And 57 dragons.

She works at a dragon conservation zoo but on her free time she can be found writing fantasy books such as “Rubywood High School” and “Flyers”.

She has won many oscars and rewards and she founded the young author appreciation parade where children with published books get rewards for writing short stories about the people they meet. Lani wanted to write stories from the young age of five when she read all the Harry Potter books in a week. She finally made a blog so that she could interact with the world.

Green=true

Red=not true              ←This is green because it’s true.

    

Inspirational quote and not so inspirational caption

     Sure, this quote can be interpreted as , "Ask people what they love to see if their a narcissist" but what I was trying to get across with this is that being confident in yourself is the first step to being nicer to others because people that love you can't be happy unless your happy with yourself. So stop sitting in your room and eating ice cream while listening to sad music and go see that knew movie that your bestie keeps asking about. And if you don't have a bestie than you can continue crying.