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