LIME WILL GO TO HARVARD

Hey all, wolfie here.

So Lime is going to go to Harvard. It has been decided.
Sorry about my emo rant. I'm like half emo, half skater/punk, so I get called 'cutter' and "suicidal" all the time. It's so annoying, so when a friend posted it on her journal I had to steal it. Also, sorry for the explicitness, I get like that when I'm mad. Children, cover your eyes. ;)

A lot has happened. White Tiger turned thirteen (finally), I wrote the ending of The Six, started a new story, and went on an overnight trip with my grade. The trip was fun, it was river rafting and a ropes course. It was awesome. Between belting out 'Welcome To the Black Parade' as loud as we could and dunking each other in the American River, me and my gang of friends grew as people, friends, and our friendship strengthened. I'm not sure I want to graduate just yet...oh well.

Emo

I stole this off a DeviantJournal page because it is so fucking true. People arent depressed for attention. They dont hate themselves and just want it all to end for the hell of it. She doesnt lie bleeding on the bathroom floor for attention.I'm so sick and tired of people going 'ZoMg ThAt Is LyK SoOoO eMo!!!!!!!"31' when people cut. Some people have problems READ THIS, you might learn something new... Isn’t it funny that when you go to the shops with your friends you look down at the girl with black jeans and studs but smile at the girl wearing a mini with a t-shirt that barely covers anything? Isn’t it funny you can change your music taste to impress a guy but when it comes to a girl who likes her own music and her own style, you give her a mouthful? Isn’t it funny that a guy can get away with being a gangster but the emo gets a mouthful from everyone? Are you laughing? Isn’t it funny an emo can be quiet all through the week but gets more shit from everyone than the girl who sleeps around and sells her virginity? Isn’t it funny that you don’t mind your friends drinking, smoking but the minute someone mentions emo music you can give them a lecture on melodramatic teenage outcasts? I’m not laughing It’s so funny that you and your friends can make a girl's life hell and not know anything about the silent battle she might be fighting? Isn’t it funny that you can call emos, punks, and goths retards but still manage to get through your day without an inch of guilt in your heart? HOW YOU CAN CALL A GIRL A POSER, HOW CAN YOU SAY "YOUR NOT EMO" OR "ATTENTION SEEKER" WITHOUT SPENDING A SECOND TRYING TO FIGURE OUT WHY THERE ARE CUTS ON HER WRISTS AND WHY SHE SPENDS HER LUNCHTIMES CRYING INSTEAD OR LAUGHING WITH HER FRIENDS? keep on laughing Isn’t it funny you can say and do all this without any idea of what is going on in this persons lifewithout knowing her situation with her friendsor her familyor her LIFE? BRAVE ISNT GOING UP ON STAGE AND STRIPPING BRAVE IS NOT SAYING A SPEECHOR DUMPING YOUR BOYFRIEND BRAVE IS GOING TO SCHOOL ON MUFTI DAY AND NOT FOR A SECOND CARE WHAT THE WHORES AROUND YOU ARE SAYING ABOUT YOUR CLOTHES ITS LISTENING TO YOUR OWN MUSIC AND BEING PROUD OF IT ITS GOING THROUGH EVERY DAY WITH THE THINGS PEOPLE SAY TO YOUR FACE AND BEHIND YOUR BACK AND YOU STILL KEEP QUIET ITS KNOWING WHAT YOUR "FRIENDS" ARE SAYING ABOUT YOU AND STILL CALLING THEM YOUR FRIENDS BRAVE IS KNOWING THAT TOMORROW ISNT A BRIGHT AND HAPPY FUTUREITS ANOTHER DAY OF BITCHING AND DODGING RUMORS keep on laughing...

back from camp

whew! it's been a while since I've posted. I just got back from summer camp today. I do, however, have the following news:

1) The Superkids Movie is being postponed again due to lack of actors, however I recently found a new animating software, so may be able to make it like that.

2) The Disenchanted Music Video is in the final storyboard phase, we're gonna start shooting sometime in September.

3) The Six is hovering somewhere around the halfway mark, but i'm not letting anyone else read it until I've edited it some more. I can tell you that we have two new charries, and one of them has been soreley missed by one of the main Characters...But you have to wat and see! HA!

What is the Disenchanted Music Video, you may ask? Well, Lime, Kian and I are going to make a music video to one of MCR's songs. Personally I think it deserves a video. Yeah. More on that later.

Peace. Love. Obama '08.

~WOLFIE

HELLLO!!!!!!!!!!

White Tiger here, coming to you in teeny-weeny-eye-strain-o-vision. I'm out in Kalamazoo, Michigan, getting ready to go to camp. Sorry, don't have any more time. See what I mean about getting ready!?!?!?!?!?!?! BYE!!!!!?!!!!!?!1!!!!!

grow up, Lime...

Sheesh. You knew that you could post on the blog, I showed you ages ago! second, you did help me write, but that doesn't mean I want you critiquing every little thing and telling me how it'l be better your way. and third, you said so yourself that maximum ride was too confusing for you. you have plenty of books. more than me. that's why i steal 'em ;)

-_- Lime is such a younger sibling...

GRRR

I am not Happy :( WHY:1: Wolfie is a liar!!!!!!! She said I would help write the superkids. IT'S NOT TRUE . 2: she did'nt tell me I could blog until now...3: She stole my only books and read them before I did then said they were ...... HERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

NINE MORE DAYS

Hiyas all, Wolfie here.
I have many things to say right now, first of which...My braces are coming off in nine days!!! YAY!

Second, this is a reminder to all--put on sunscreen. I'm dead serious, I hurt. And little Lime l0oks like a lobster!

thirdly, I've been pestered by people (AKA Lime and Horsegirl) to tell them what the differences between Meg Wolff and Jackie Marquez are. beware, for here comes a lot of typing.

1. Cultural Background: Meg is Salvadoran and White. Her father was born in San Salvador, her mother was born in New York. Her mother's maiden name is Black, her father's is Narciso.
Jackie is Mexican. Her mother was born near the Yucatan, and her father was born somewhere around Oaxaca. Her father's name is Marquez, and her mother took on that name after they married.

2. Personality: Meg is much less sure of herself than Jackie, and less easygoing. Although they are both very sarcastic at times, Meg has a quicker temper and Jackie is slower to anger. Meg is less trusting than Jackie, and has been through a whole lot more. Jackie is a better student. They are, however, both extremeley loyal friends and both love dogs.

3. Looks: Meg is several inches below average height (about 4 feet, 5 inches), and is very thin. She has black hair and dark blue eyes, and medium dark skin. Jackie is about five feet, with short, messy very dark brown hair and dark hazel-ish eyes. She is more muscular and stockier in build. Her shoulders are broader.

4. Family: Meg's 'Parents' are alcoholics and tend to abuse her. Meg has one older sister, Luna. She also discoveres that she has a little brother named Alfonso. Her real parents are much nicer, although her mother died in childbirth.
Jackie's father was killed in a drive-by while they were still living in Mexico. She has one older brother, Pedro, who is MIA. Her mother, Valencia, is very pretty and treats Jackie and Pedro very well.

Did I get everything? don't make me get started on Flint and Kodiak.

Hellos

IT IS TO HOT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 

I rearranged my room today. I am still exhaugted, and it was 2 1/2 hours ago. I am reading The Twilight seires again for the gazillionth time. I really want ffffffffoooooooooooooooooodddddddd right now so while I'm writing this I'm pestering my mom to go get the coals started for the BBQ we're having tonight. Hopefully it won't take to long cause I'm rrrrrreeeeeeeeaaaaaaalllllllllyyyyy

hungry!!!!!!! Random fact: I'm leaving to go to Michigan In 1 week and 5 days. AKA: July 2, And I'm not coming back till the 18Th. :P

:D White Tiger

dying of boredom...

*YAWWNNNN!* I'm really bored. It's summer, so of course it's reeeaaaallly hot out, and I'm in my room, the coldest in the house. I've written chapter nine of the Superkids, and chapter eleven of the Six. I'm not gonna post them though, until my *editor* proofreads them, they're downright embarrasing in some parts. I drew a lot last night, and wrote a bonus scene for The Six that may or may not make it into the manuscript.

Umm...On my iTunes playlist right now:
Fall Out Boy
My Chemical Romance
Rent
I'm actually listening to Nightwish right now though.

Gah! see how bored I am? like you care about what music I listen to...
Anyways, I'll return to drawing digital pictures of my friends...it passes the time.

Hey Peoples

Hey, It's me, White Tiger, Posting on The Superkids for the first time!!!!!1!!! I've been out of school for 3 days and I'm already bored out of my mind!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1!!!!! I can't wait until me and Wolfie start shooting my parts of the movie!! I also have a few weeks of summer already planed, but they are forty bazillion weeks away!  Any way I got to go.

Bye, White Tiger :P

That's a wrap

Well, today was the last day of school. It was a half day, so basically all we did was watch the dress rehearsal for the graduation. It was really sad--I cried. A lot. Which is saying something. Then we came back for the real graduation. I must say, the real deal wasn't as depressing as the rehearsal. Maybe 'cause i knew what to expect...Anyways, next week Lime, White Tiger, Striker and I will film some more of the movie.

Laters!
~Wolfie

We got lost.

Seriously, we did!

Sorry I haven't posted for a while, I've had to take care of my dad whilst mom and Lime are in Miami.

Okay. So, on tuesday we went on a class picnic, right? anywhoo, our teachers thought that it would be a good idea for us to take a class hike. We hiked...and hiked...and hiked...when finally we got to this horse arena. (btw, the entire time I was in front of the girls who were talking about their love lives. I threw a rock at a bush and they all freaked :)) So, we kept hiking. we went in a complete circle and returned to the horse arena.
"Are we lost?" Andy asked our teacher.
"No, andy. We just don't know the way back," the teacher replied.
Hyuk, hyuk. So, we were l0st. we hiked some more and came to a crossroads. we vodted to take left.
after hiking some more, we came to this reeeaaaalllyyy steep hill. I was next to a classmate who kept tripping. I saved her life, like, five times? Dunno. we hiked for another half an hour. (by now it had been 2 hours). finally, we made it! but the teachers got us lost!

After that, we ate a potluck lunch. like, all my friends got sugar high at the exact same time, and they all crashed at the same time. lol, it was reeeaaallly funny.
then, we made human pyramids, just for fun. I was on the bottom. So, of course, our pyramid fell, and I got crushed.

The end. This was a very entertaining picnic. maybe I'll blog tomorrow...

WOOT!!!

Today has been an excelent day. We filmed more of the Aztec Wristband, with Lime as Tyger. Striker is such a tough little actor! He makes an awesome Jojo. We'll probably finish this scene in about a week and a half, when White Tiger, Fizz and I get out of school. Speaking of Fizz, she will make an awesome Meg. She's already practicing her evil glare. All we need to do is dye her hair black...

Prince Caspian

Just saw the movie with my family. ARGH, soooo embarrasing.
It was a good movie, but I would have enjoyed it more if I had been with my friends...no scratch that. Andi and Tashy would have been making comments as well, and we would probably have been thrown out of the theatre. but still. First, my dad was singing along to the music in one of the previews. then, when the movie started, Lime wanted to know where Aslan was. she said it very loudly, too. then, my dad was talking about the talking animals and the moving trees...I snick out and went into the nearest theatre. it was playing IronMan, so I watched that for a couple of minutes, then returned to Caspian.

All in all, a good movie.

~wolfie

RENT

Okay. so there's this guy. Actually, there are two guys. one is a complete nerd, and the other is a brooding, depressed guitarist. The nerd is Mark, and he is trying to make a documentary. The guitarist is Roger, and he is trying to write a song before he dies. So, in the beginning of the movie, the eight main characters get together and sing 'Seasons of Love'. then, We go to Mark, who is just filming random things, (you see chris colombus, the director, in the car) and then the next song, 'Rent' comes on. Roger and Mark sing about being rebellious and not paying their rent because they are broke. Oh yeah, this dude Collins, their friend, comes and gets beaten up by a couple of muggers. He is Roger and Mark's friend. Don't forget about him, he'll come up later.
So, after 'Rent', This street drummer, Angel, comes and Finds Collins in the alleyway where the muggers left him. they talk and fall in love. then you realise that both Collins and Angel have AIDS.
AAANNNNDDD...that's all I'm telling you ;P!!!! Go watch the movie!
This is like my favorite movie in the world. I think that I am what is called a 'Renthead.' If there are any more of you out there, please, contact me! THE ONLY WAY OUT IS UP!!!!!

School

Hi all, Wolfie here.

I'm blogging illegally from school right now, but it's free time so I guess it doesn't matter that much, seeing as my friend is blogging something else right next to me... 

Tomorrow, I have a five-hour drive to look forward to as we drive to Searanch, a place we go to every year. Yesterday Lime had her first camp-out, and she came back all happy and civered in mud. Okeh, people are giving me wierd looks right now, so I have to go. Peace out!

~Wolfie.

P.S. Lime, if you're reading this, tell Horsegirl what I said to Vinny.

my idea for Meg

ok. here is where I got the idea for Meg, at least her looks:
There's a character on an anime TV show called Wolf's Rain. It's my obsession and has been for about three or four years now. Anyways, the lead character, Kiba, looks like this:







And Meg looks like this:









Yeah, the MEg one is a crummy pic, but it's the only one I've got. the inspiration for Meg came from Kiba.

chapters 1+2 of the Six

The Six
Chapter 1
The three animals sat in the cave, surrounding a battle plan. One of them, a huge black griffin, was studying it. His yellow eyes shone with youth, and his lion claws were sharper than knives. Next to him sat a small manticore, a half lion half scorpion, still a child by creature standards. Lastly there stood a gentle female sphinx, her golden fur shining in the light of the candle. “It is no riddle, Kara,” the griffin was saying to her, “We are losing the war. Soon all of the Creatures will be gone from the land of Mondiperso, and the Immortals will rule. All is lost.” The sphinx smiled, showing her human teeth. “No Strom. All is not lost. We still have a chance.” The manticore looked up. “What is it, Kara? Have you foreseen something?”
“Yes, Koja, I have. If you were quiet for a moment I will tell you.” Koja opened his mouth in protest, but Strom the griffin swiped his tail over Koja’s mouth before he could reply. Kara closed her eyes. “I fear that we will have to wait. General Strom, I want you to begin training our troops. Tell them that their loyalty will be tested to the utmost.” Strom’s eyes were shocked. “What is going to happen, Kara? Is it good or bad news?” he demanded. Kara opened her eyes and looked at him. “Strom, it is both. You have to trust me.”
“Trust a sphinx? If I trusted you, I wouldn’t live to see nineteen!” Koja said, waving his spiked tail. Strom gave him a stern look. “Be quiet, my apprentice. Remember, speak only when spoken to.” Koja looked indignant, his short shaggy black mane bristling, but he followed his mentor’s instructions and stayed quiet. Strom turned back to Kara. “What is the prophecy, Kara? Or is there one?” he asked. “Oh, there is one, all right. But whether you will like it or not remains to be seen.” Strom took a step back.
Koja took a deep breath. “General Strom, what are we going to do? What if Kara’s ‘prophecy’ doesn’t come true? What if she is lying to us?” Strom closed his eyes. “You still have much to learn, young Koja. A sphinx is not allowed to tell a lie. If they do, they die. That is how it has been for thousands of years.” Turning to Kara, he added, “Now, Kara. Will you please tell me the prophecy so that I can be assured that all is not lost?”
Kara smiled and closed her eyes. When she opened them again, they were glazed, showing her centuries of knowledge. When she spoke, her voice was intoned with the prophecy’s voice.
“There will be six, both creature and human, aged unlucky year. In one century they will come and save the creatures from devastation. Allies be manticore, crocotta, and human brother. And they will come from a world much unlike our own…”
Kara blinked, and her eyes returned to normal. “But what does it mean?” Strom asked his fur and feathers bristling with anticipation. Kara looked thoughtful. “I have no doubt that the manticore is Koja. He is the only young one alive at the moment. The crocotta I’m not so sure about.”
Strom’s eyes glimmered with frustration. “But what does it mean?” Kara opened her mouth to speak, but there was a shout from outside. One of the admirals, a lion, came loping into the cave. “Sir—it’s the Immortals. We’re under attack!” he said breathlessly. Strom looked at his apprentice. “Koja. You stay in this cave and don’t come out, understand?” Koja’s eyes filled with sadness. ‘But Strom…you said that one day we’d fight side by side!” he wailed. “Not today, young one. I promised your father I’d look after you.” Strom nuzzled Koja for a moment. Then he turned and loped outside with Kara at his heels.
Outside, it was chaos. The Immortal’s arrows were filling every inch of the sky. Strom unfurled his wings and leaped into the air, barking orders. Below him, Kara was fighting with all her might, clawing at the enemy knights that dared to get too close.
A poison dart whizzed through the air and buried itself in the neck of an archer, who died instantly. Strom turned and saw Koja standing at the entrance of the cave, shooting darts at the humans. “Koja!” Strom yelled. “I told you to stay inside!” Koja turned to look at him, still launching his darts. “What’s that, master? I can’t hear you very well!” he looked like he was having the time of his life. Strom shook his head and dove towards the archers.
Suddenly he heard a screech. He looked down. Kara was slumped on the stone, an arrow sticking out of her side. “Kara!” he roared, swooping down. Kara’s eyes were open, but she didn’t have very long to live. “Kara! Strom!” Koja yelled, but a rock whizzed out and hit him in the head, and he toppled back into the cave, blood dripping from a gash on his muzzle.
“Kara, oh Kara. What will I do without you?” he whispered, his eyes brimming with sadness. Kara, with effort, turned to look at him. “Strom…find…the…Six. They…are…our…only…hope.” Then her eyes glazed, and her head fell to one side.
“Noooooo!” Strom roared, leaping into the air. Using his eagle sight, he flew at the speed of an arrow towards the archer who had killed Kara, his love, his friend. Unsheathing his claws, he swooped down and ripped at the archer, hearing, no, relishing his screams. Then he turned and killed the next archer, and the next. Stricken with grief, he was unstoppable. The Creatures won that battle. But they lost Kara.
****
Koja found him the next day, sitting on the top of the mountain, staring out into the distance. “Strom…?” he asked timidly, unsure of what to do. Strom turned to look at him. Koja noticed with a jolt that Strom had been crying. “What do we do now?” he asked, sitting down next to Strom. Strom sighed. “I have to find the Six,” he murmured. Koja looked up. “It was Kara’s last wish. It is our last hope. We must find them.” Strom stood up. “Koja, I will resume your training quicker than ever. You have to be ready to meet the six.”
“Why?” Koja asked, confused. “I have no part in the prophecy.” Strom chuckled. “Yes you do, young one. You and a Crocotta.”
“What is a crocotta?” Koja asked. “It is a wolf-dog-human. It will help you and the Six bring victory to the Creatures. Farewell, Koja. I will return in a fortnight.” And with that, Strom leaped up into the air, unfurling his massive wings. Within moments he had disappeared into the sunset, leaving Koja with much to think about.
Chapter 2
Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Jackie rolled over in her bed and slammed down on her alarm clock as hard as she could. It was six-thirty. Time to get up. Jackie groaned and sat up in her bed. For some reason, she didn’t want to go to school. But, then again, she never wanted to.
Jackie stumbled sleepily into the bathroom, splashing her face with cold water. When she looked up, her face stared back. Her dark hair, cut short, curled around her ears, framing her face. Her hazel eyes, usually full of mischief, had dark circles underneath. A silver pirate hoop dangled from her left ear. Staring at herself, she wondered why most people mistook her for a guy when she looked like a girl. Of course, Luke, her half-brother, had said that guys would like her if she tried to act more like a girl. Remembering Luke, her throat seemed tight. Luke and her dad had gone away to Iraq to fight in the war, and they hadn’t returned since. She turned off the light and slouched into the kitchen.
After a healthy breakfast of banana bread and a chocolate bar, she pulled on a fresh set of jeans, a t-shirt, and her hoodie, then put together her lunch. Her mom wasn’t even up. Not even bothering to do something with her short, bedraggled hair, she went outside to unlock her bike.
As she pedaled across town, she tried to remember what was going on today. She had an English test. Extra homework due in biology. Double math. Not really realizing what she was doing, she stopped in front of her middle school: Santa Clara Junior High. It was a collection of big ugly cement buildings that were more fitting for a prison than a middle school. And there, on the front sign, was Alex’s latest graffiti trick: ‘Welcome to hell’ instead of ‘welcome to Santa Clara Junior High school’. Sighing, Jackie went inside, dreading her school day.
“Hey Marquez! I went to the graveyard yesterday and guess who I found? I found your brother!” Jackie turned and saw Mike, the school bully, leaning against her locker. “Beat it, Mike,” she told him. Mike grinned. He was a large fifteen-year-old with a face like a pit-bull, and small beady black eyes. He had been held back two years, so he was in the eighth grade with Jackie. “Don’t feel like it. Hey, have you seen your dad lately? I heard his boat sank!”
Jackie slammed her locker shut. “Shut up, Mike!” she snarled. Mike’s eyes narrowed. “What did you just say to me, Marquez?” he asked, blocking her way. Jackie suddenly remembered something that Luke had told her long ago: There are creeps in the world, Jackie, who live just to annoy you. They’re jerks. Just ignore them. They’ll leave you alone, eventually. Just don’t resort to violence; otherwise you’re just as bad as them.
Yeah right. Mike was about to flatten her, and she shouldn’t fight back? Sorry, Luke, she thought, and then ducked just as Mike’s fist threatened to separate her head from her shoulders. She kicked out with all her might and hit Mike right between the legs. Mike’s face turned the color of bad oatmeal, and he dropped to the floor. Hurriedly, Jackie ran to English and sank into her seat.
****
Finally, it was lunchtime. Jackie was exhausted, her mind whirring with the complex equations from math. In an almost zombielike state, she lugged her heavy backpack to the table where her friends were sitting. Tossing her bag to the side, she sank onto the table bench, putting her head on her arms. “Oi, sleepy! Do you have any pasta?” Jackie’s friend Tasha, a tall and lanky girl with shoulder-length light brown hair and glasses, waved a hand in front of Jackie’s face. “Vete al infierno, Tasha. My parents stopped making pasta years ago. Remember the spaghetti incident?”
Tasha winced, and everyone laughed. “I was framed! It was Kristina, smart one.” Tasha protested. “Sure, sure,” Andy laughed, her two-different colored eyes sparkling, tossing Tasha a thermos full of pasta. “Save me some, Tashy, Or else I’ll hug you.” “No! Andrea, don’t! If you do I’ll bite you!” Tasha replied, her grey-green eyes annoyed. At this Andy hugged Tasha, who promptly bit Andy on the hand. Andy then grabbed her thermos and proceeded to tug it out of Tasha’s hands.
“Looks like it’s going to storm,” Violet, another of Jackie’s friends said. Jackie looked up. The heavy black clouds certainly looked menacing. “Yeah. We need it, though,” she replied. “It hasn’t rained in weeks.”
A heavy thud announced the arrival of Alex, lean and wiry with dirty-blonde black streaked hair, fresh from P.E. holding her fencing foil in one hand and her Emo lunchbox in the other. Apparently the lunchbox was a recovering cutter, but that was a different story. “Sup dudes. Miss me?” Alex asked downing a soda can in one gulp. “Hi Alex. How was Fencing?” Andy asked, still wrestling her thermos from Tasha’s grip. “Killer,” Alex responded. “Steve made us do fifty lunges for forgetting our water bottles—” “Which of course you did, right?” Lindsay had appeared out of nowhere. “Sorry for being late, by the way. Mrs. Curlycue wouldn’t let us out.”
“You really don’t like her, do you?” asked Violet, amusement in her large blue eyes. “Nope!” Lindsay said cheerfully, tossing her black hair over her shoulder and helping herself to Andy’s pudding. “Oi! Give that back!” Andy growled, keeping Tasha back with one hand and unsuccessfully trying to eat her pasta with the other. She now had a rather large clump of penne stuck in her long brown hair. Lindsay looked down at the half-eaten chocolate pudding. “Do you really want it back?” Lindsay asked.
Andy groaned and gave up trying to hold Tasha off from her pasta. Jackie, meanwhile, who had been daydreaming about her bed, looked up at the sound of raucous laughter. “Great. Look who it is! It’s the Popular Girls. I’m out of here.” Too late, as Jackie rose from the bench, Kate, the leader of the popular girl clique, stopped in front of her.
“Like, what are you doing in my, like, way, Jacqueline?” she asked, putting her hands on her hips. Jackie felt anger surge through her. First Mike, and now this! What was it; pick on the undersized teenager day? “It’s Jackie, Kate. Get that in your pretty little head.” Kate’s eyes narrowed. “I said, Jacqueline, get out of my way!” she said shrilly. Andy stood up, towering over both Jackie and Kate at five feet four inches. “You heard her, Kate. Her name is Jackie. Get it right.” Kate’s deputy, Kristy, turned on Andy. “Who asked you, Andrea? And what’s that on your shirt? A dead rat?” she asked, indicating the logo on Andy’s t-shirt. Jackie saw Andy redden. If Kate wanted a fight, she could have one. “Go away, Kate.” Alex drawled, holding a second soda, this one unopened.
“No thank you, Alexi! Why don’t you go play with your brother?” Tiffany answered meanly. Alex gave an incoherent snarl and leaped at Tiffany, only to be restrained by Andy and Sasha. Alex struggled, trying to reach her foil. “Shut up, Tiffany! Shut up about my brother!” Alex yelled, still struggling against Andy and Sasha.
Tiffany smiled. “Well, where is he? I read in Newsweek that his plane was bombed,” she smirked. Alex stopped struggling and started to tremble. Then she shook her head and grabbed her soda can, shaking it hard.
“What are you...?” Amber asked, stepping backwards. Alex gave a mischievous grin. “Hope you like Coke!” she sang, popping in open.
A concentrated blast of coke blasted straight into Tiffany’s face. She ran away, screaming—tripping over her high heels and complaining about her clothes— with Amber and the rest at her heels. “Yes!” Sasha exclaimed. “Good shot, Alex!”
“Thanks!” Alex grinned, her sadness forgotten.
The wind picked up. “Maybe it is going to rain,” Jackie said. It was getting darker, the storm clouds covering almost every inch of the sky. “Yeah, well, if it rains, maybe they’ll let us go home early!” Alex said, grinning again. She was still holding her foil. “Yeah right,” Lindsay said, looking up, “And pigs will fly.” Tasha added, going through Andy’s lunchbox. Suddenly Violet sat bolt upright. “Hey…Where is everyone?” she asked. Jackie looked around. The quad was deserted.
Suddenly a bolt of lightning hit the school, dazzling them. Unnoticed to them, a revolving yellow octagon appeared next to them, swallowing up both the school and the six thirteen-year-olds. Jackie felt like she was going to be ripped in half, and then it stopped. When Jackie’s head stopped ringing, she saw that they had left New Mexico. They were in a completely different part of the world.
And that was when they realized how much trouble they were in.

y'hello

wow, it's been a while...
Okeh, news.
Some idiot is spamming our site. okay, idiots. So far, all we know about them is that I've met them before, they like to swear, and are a load of dirty bastards. but enough of that. if you find anything out, let me know. it will be greatly appreciated :)

Our volleyball game lost the last game of the season...but we played as hard as we could. *cough* the ref was a cheater *Cough*

what else do I have to say? Oh yes, I'm going to write the superkids story through blog...like, meg posting on the blog telling her story. sounds like a good idea to me.
and finally:

A duck walked into a bar. He goes and asks the bartender, "Got grapes?"
The bartender says: "NO"
The next day, the duck comes back. "Got Grapes?"
Bartender says: "NO"
the next day, the duck comes in again. 'Got grapes?
bartender says: "No, and if you come in one more time I'll nail your beak to the wall!"
the next day, the duck walks in. "Got nails?"
Bartender says: "NO"
Duck says: "Got Grapes?"

That's Lime's favorite Joke.
Catch you later!
~Wolfie

No Freaking Way...

Hi all.
Ugh. It's been a pretty dang exhausting week and a half, let me tell you. First off, last thursday, White Tiger and I had a concert where we performed. That was really scary considering that I have major stagefright issues.
Friday, I got attacked my five-year-olds and went to a dance. nothing wierd there.
Saturday was a saturday.
now, fast-forward a couple of days.
Tuesday I was at Martial Arts when this guy punched me in the shoulder. Like, a real punch. There was this big crack noise and all of the sudden he starts wailing in pain, and I'm just standing there, even though he punched me, not verse visa. It was freaking hilarious!
Umm...
today we had a volleyball game which we won.
My mom is going through an OCD stage where she's throwing all of my stuff in boxes and cleaning my room, oiling my desk, taking measurements, yadda yadda yadda. She wants to get me a new bookshelf.

hello peoplez!!!

HELLOOOO!!!!!For those of you who don't know, I am Lime :)

happyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

LiMe

Yawn-ness

I am SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO tired! Gah! I'm blogging right now so that Lime can see how it's done. I'm on chapter 8 of the Six. Yay!

For those of you who don't know, The Six is a story that I'm writing. It's about six thirteen-year-olds-Jackie, Alex, Andy, Alegra, Teri, and Sasha-who are summoned to an alternate universe to fight a war. They ally with a Manticore named Koja and a Crocotta (wolf-dog-human hybrid) named Flint. When one of their friends is captired by Rokai, the evil king, they have to go and rescue her before its to late.

Penny Pancakes

Today I had to make pancakes. We only had a half a cup of pancake mix left. We are in Mexico, so pancake mix is hard to come by. Lime wanted pancakes. Oh No! The pancakes turned out to be this big: OOOOOOO O O O O O O O O O ACTUAL SIZE!!! I have to go back to school in two days...-_-

Bacon Arguments With Lime and Co

Ok. I'm wolfie, broadcasting live from our condo room, where Lime is pestering Co, our big sister, to make her some bacon. Co is a vegetarian. listen...and be amused.
Lime: Coco! will you make me some bacon for breakfast?
Co: No.
Lime: Please?
Co: No.
Lime: Pretty please with sugar on top?
Co: I'm diabetic.
Lime: Really?
Co: No, small one. I'd tell you.
Lime: Can I have some bacon?
Co: No.
Lime: Please?????
Co: No.
Lime: But I'm hungry!!!!
Co: Go get your mom.
Lime: That means that I have to go all the way upstairs. you're here right now.
Co: get your sister to do it.
Lime: Mada can't cook bacon. she broke the pan last time.
Me: I heard that!
Lime: I don't want mari to cook me some bacon. I want you to.
Co: Fine.
Lime: What are you doing, Mada?
Me: Uh, nothing...
Lime: IS that everything that we've said?
Me: maybe...
Lime: Mada! thats mean! now all your friends are going to see this.
Me: exactly.
ilit qh riqo e e uw stop it! ok bye this has been a wolfie report. stay tuned. mexico is awesome!

WE'RE GOING TO ME-HI-CO!

Hi all faithful bloggy blog blog readers! Wolfie and I are very exited...We're going to mexico! yay! on saturday....

LiMe

didn't mean to post again, but...

This ain't me. But I did this. Isn't it completeley awesome?

I can beat 27 five year olds!!!

27


This is a random survey thing that my friend sent me. yeah...
We lost the math competition.
Chapter 7 of the Six is almost done!

random news

Ok. Joke of the day:

Little Nancy was in the garden filling in a hole when her neighbor peered over the fence. Interested in what the little girl was up to, he politely asked, "What are you up to there, Nancy?"
"My goldfish died," replied Nancy tearfully, without looking up, "and I've just buried him."
The neighbor was concerned, "That's an awfully big hole for a goldfish, isn't it?"
Nancy patted down the last heap of earth and then replied, "That's because he's inside your stupid cat."

haha!

News:

last saturday, Lime, Kian and I went to the local park and shot the first few minutes of the aztec wristband. it was really fun!!! Izz, if you're reading this, you have to cut your hair!

This saturday I'm competing in a math competiton. root for me, because i suck at math.

To whomever posted that comment on wanted, you spelled 'jagger' wrong...Nixa! sorry. just had to rub it in.

I still need dudes to act!!!!

Wanted:

Wanted: Preteen/early adocescent boy living in berkeley, oakland, and surrounding area who has had some moderate acting expirience and will be willing to play:

1) tyger

2) drew

3) Bruce

4) Jonathan

e mail me or post a comment!

~Wolfie

Hi all!

Ok, Lime here! (I'm a horrible speller...thank god for spell check!

So...Wolfie verified my account, so I can post on the blog now! yay!

LiMe

The superkids Movie

Okay. Here it is: the superkids movie news.

Playing Lemurkid will be our very own Lime, she's up for the job

Jojo will be played by StalkerFan, or Rem.

Amber will be played by white tiger.

I still need help folks!!! Are you with me?

Happy Valentine's day Y'all! (a day late...sorry)

Hi all, happy valentine's day!!! Ugh. this is my least favorite holiday, all pink and mushy and lovey and...ick.
anyways, Lime got this HUGE thing of M&M's and she didn't want to share with me...until I lat her use my iPod, that is...
So...announcements...
I'm off to sunny LA!!! I'll still blog though, don't worry.
This week, I've gotten several job offers, many paths to my monymaking so that I can aquire a Mac for my video camera...
Jojo is going to be here, so she might help with the bloggy blog blog (did I really just type that?)
And that's about it...happy president's week/valentine's day!

Lime is a chess genius!!!!!!

OMG!!! okay, so Lime went to this chess tournament today, and she came back with a 5/6 grade division first place trophy. Ugh, I'm a good chess player but (tear) I never got a trophy. Congratz, Lime!

Yo

Happy birthday to me (Wolfie)!!!!!!!!!

Yola everybody! I've added another page to the superkids site...a link to my youtube account.

On monday night Lime and I made burnt cookies...*tear*

yesterday, whilst leaving the restaurant where we were celebrating my thirteenth, We ran into one of my worst enemies...and my parents loved her...yikes.

The superkids story

I am on chapter seven now...yeah.

Also, I am almost done animating the first couple of minutes to the superkids animated series. stay tuned.

~Wolfie

Hi

Yo guys, wolfie here.

Okay, note to self...Never try to uncap a pen with your teeth when you have braces...it hurts.

Last night Lime and I were on a mad quest for ice cream in our fridge. I'm sorry to say that we were unsuccesful.

Oh, I deafeated Nix in a grappling match for the first time...she's a foot taller than me and weighs at least twenty pounds more than I do, so beating her in grappling was a big achievement!

One more thing...My thirteenth birthday is in three days!!!