Rusk watched as the clock went ticking away. It was less then half an hour to the new year.
Time flies. So fast.
Rusk looked back into his past. Exactly 365 days ago Rusk prayed that time would speed up. Wishing that the grand exam would end soon. But now, Rusk wished that time would slow down. And reverse.
Rusk and his friends had so much fun. Throughout the year they had did so much together. Now the feeling of the posibility of separation was unbearable. They had already weaved a bond so strong that they felt like a family. A family that will always be together even if the earth parted them.
Wednesday, December 31, 2008
Tuesday, December 30, 2008
Grades
Rusk and a bunch of people were called to the library to receive the results of the grand exam. The room was crowded and Rusk took time to survey the crowd when the principal was giving her speech. Rusk spyed a few elites of the school. They were the ones that never fail to get rows of A's in their report book.
What the hell am i doing here?? If its giving out results then i should be separated from the elites! Hmmm.. Maybe.... Maybe....ZOMG.... My results are...... good? ZOMG?!?
The thought made Rusk ginned ear to ear. His results were err... not bad (sort of) Rusk never did his homework and never payed attention in class, and yet his was with the ones that over-complete their homework and over-listened in class(lol.. wrong eng).
Rusk's heart skipped a beat when his name was called. He was so dwelling in his on thoughts that he didnt notice that his name was called. Rusk shuffled to the principal nervously.
"Congratulations!", said the principal as she handed Rusk his result slip. Rusk forced a smile and mumbled a "thank you" then took the piece of paper. Rusk took a glance at his results and almost shouted.
ZOMG ITS..............
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"We have only two days to arrange the student's class" was the words Rusk wanted to hear. The principal and the teachers had only two days to arrange the class the pupils would be in next year.
With this little time i doubt those morons would be stupid enough to mix each class up.
The school followed a system during the student class arrangement process. The system to make every class a "graded class". The students would be put in the classes they are suitable in. So the classes would go from good to bad. But the system also allowed a shuffling of students in the arrangement. Each class will have their own strengths and weaknesses in student's grades but the shuffling does follow the "graded class" rule.
The system would allow Rusk's class to stick together since they were already "graded". If the were to rearrange the students to would take too much time. And since the teacher's council was limited in time then they would have to let the previous classes stick.
Rusk hoped his theory would work. He didn't want to be separated from his friends. Either of them wanted that.
What the hell am i doing here?? If its giving out results then i should be separated from the elites! Hmmm.. Maybe.... Maybe....ZOMG.... My results are...... good? ZOMG?!?
The thought made Rusk ginned ear to ear. His results were err... not bad (sort of) Rusk never did his homework and never payed attention in class, and yet his was with the ones that over-complete their homework and over-listened in class(lol.. wrong eng).
Rusk's heart skipped a beat when his name was called. He was so dwelling in his on thoughts that he didnt notice that his name was called. Rusk shuffled to the principal nervously.
"Congratulations!", said the principal as she handed Rusk his result slip. Rusk forced a smile and mumbled a "thank you" then took the piece of paper. Rusk took a glance at his results and almost shouted.
ZOMG ITS..............
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"We have only two days to arrange the student's class" was the words Rusk wanted to hear. The principal and the teachers had only two days to arrange the class the pupils would be in next year.
With this little time i doubt those morons would be stupid enough to mix each class up.
The school followed a system during the student class arrangement process. The system to make every class a "graded class". The students would be put in the classes they are suitable in. So the classes would go from good to bad. But the system also allowed a shuffling of students in the arrangement. Each class will have their own strengths and weaknesses in student's grades but the shuffling does follow the "graded class" rule.
The system would allow Rusk's class to stick together since they were already "graded". If the were to rearrange the students to would take too much time. And since the teacher's council was limited in time then they would have to let the previous classes stick.
Rusk hoped his theory would work. He didn't want to be separated from his friends. Either of them wanted that.
Monday, December 29, 2008
First Aid
"WHAT THE HELL DO YOU MEAN THEY ARE EXPIRED!?!?!?", Rusk yelled at the boy.
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Rusk was in charge of first aid on the family night. He spended his afternoon revising the notes of first aid. Now he was damn sure that he was ready to treat any patient.
Rusk arrived at the BB headquaters early. He had to check whether the medical kit was complete or not. He wouldn't want to treat anyone with a medical kit that wasn't complete.
Rusk unlocked the doors of the BB office. It was the new office they moved in. The population of the BB grew bigger each year so they needed a bigger "store room". Rusk didn't know what they were planning to do with the smaller officeED(past tense lol) and he didn't care. The new office was really really dusty. It had cobwebs at all four corners of the room. The tiles of the floor were kinda, err (the tiled floor was so damn destroyed that there were hardly any tiles left). Rusk peered though the darkness of the room. Scanning the room. Searching for anything that looked like a medical kit. Finally, Rusk found it. Rusk picked up the red box that was covered in a layer of dust.
A layer of dust? Good, that means hardly anyone gets hurt in BB.
Rust opened the box to check its contains. Rusk pulled out a bottle from the box. Rusk read the label, (in darkness,yea i rock) wondering the purpose of the potion. Suddenly Rusk's eyes layed on something that almost made him cry.
Expired.
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Rusk was now wondering how he could possibly treat a patient without any antiseptic. They were all expired. Rusk's mind trailed off to one of the notes he read this afternoon. "Find there is no antiseptic available, use urine".
ZOMG
Rusk was wandering who the hell would pee on the patient. It was completly stupid.That pee-antiseptic was a last resort. And Rusk was left with the "last resort".
Rusk digged through the box.
What the hell.
The only sterile thing in the box were plasters. The bandages were the colour of yellowish white.(yucks) And the thing called "sterile gaze"(or smth) was packed in a torn open bag. Talk about keeping something sterile that is exposed to air.
Gay medical kit.
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The night when through with no injuries.
YESH! No need pee!
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Rusk was in charge of first aid on the family night. He spended his afternoon revising the notes of first aid. Now he was damn sure that he was ready to treat any patient.
Rusk arrived at the BB headquaters early. He had to check whether the medical kit was complete or not. He wouldn't want to treat anyone with a medical kit that wasn't complete.
Rusk unlocked the doors of the BB office. It was the new office they moved in. The population of the BB grew bigger each year so they needed a bigger "store room". Rusk didn't know what they were planning to do with the smaller officeED(past tense lol) and he didn't care. The new office was really really dusty. It had cobwebs at all four corners of the room. The tiles of the floor were kinda, err (the tiled floor was so damn destroyed that there were hardly any tiles left). Rusk peered though the darkness of the room. Scanning the room. Searching for anything that looked like a medical kit. Finally, Rusk found it. Rusk picked up the red box that was covered in a layer of dust.
A layer of dust? Good, that means hardly anyone gets hurt in BB.
Rust opened the box to check its contains. Rusk pulled out a bottle from the box. Rusk read the label, (in darkness,yea i rock) wondering the purpose of the potion. Suddenly Rusk's eyes layed on something that almost made him cry.
Expired.
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Rusk was now wondering how he could possibly treat a patient without any antiseptic. They were all expired. Rusk's mind trailed off to one of the notes he read this afternoon. "Find there is no antiseptic available, use urine".
ZOMG
Rusk was wandering who the hell would pee on the patient. It was completly stupid.That pee-antiseptic was a last resort. And Rusk was left with the "last resort".
Rusk digged through the box.
What the hell.
The only sterile thing in the box were plasters. The bandages were the colour of yellowish white.(yucks) And the thing called "sterile gaze"(or smth) was packed in a torn open bag. Talk about keeping something sterile that is exposed to air.
Gay medical kit.
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The night when through with no injuries.
YESH! No need pee!
Friday, December 26, 2008
Dates
Rusk stared at the calender. In five days time this calender will be replaced with a new one. The year 2009 was closing in.
30th of December. A cross marked the date. It was the day the results of the grand examination will be announced. Surprisingly, Rusk seemed excited rather than his "ZOMG IM SOOOOOOOOO DEAD" feeling that would surface everytime before every examination result was out. Rusk worked hard for the grand exam. Usually he would just sloth off into his world of gaming before any exam. He couldn't wait to harvest the fruits of his hard work.
Suddenly a date floated into his mind. Shock and fear seized him. He had forgotten to mark the date on his calender. 29th. It was the date of the annual "Family Day" organized by the Boy's Brigade. Every boy would bring their parents to the BB headquaters and have fun together. This would seem exciting and fun(yes it is). But this year was no heaven for Rusk.
ZOMGGGGG!!! OMGGGGG!!! ARRRRRRGGGGGGH!!!!!!
This year Rusk was in charged of the first aid. To give immediate assistance to the patient before professional help arrives.(i think its the definition of "1st aid" damn i forgot)
DAMNNNNNNNNNNN!!! DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN!!!
It had been already two years since Rusk sat for the first aid exam. He had earned the first aid badge. But two years was enough to erase most of his knowledge of first aid. Now the council left him in charge of this damn job. Rusk couldn't imagine himself sitting there looking stupid while someone was crying in agony in front of him. His superiors would rip off his first aid badge off.
WHY MEEEEEEEE!!?!? WHY MEEE?!!
Wait, I think I still got those first aid notes!
Rusk sprang to his feet and dashed to his wardrobe, digging through the mine of papers.(some people keep papers and notes in wardrobes! lol) Finally, Rusk found it. He held a small stack of crumbled paper in his hands. With tears in his eyes he hugged the stack of paper. It was his life-saver! (note: the second last sentence is completely false)
Rusk layed the papers on his bed and started reading them. Rusk devoured every single word on each page. He was sucking up knowledge like a vacuum cleaner.
YESSSS!!! YESSSSHHHHHHHH!!!!!!! MUHAHAHAHAH!!! lol
30th of December. A cross marked the date. It was the day the results of the grand examination will be announced. Surprisingly, Rusk seemed excited rather than his "ZOMG IM SOOOOOOOOO DEAD" feeling that would surface everytime before every examination result was out. Rusk worked hard for the grand exam. Usually he would just sloth off into his world of gaming before any exam. He couldn't wait to harvest the fruits of his hard work.
Suddenly a date floated into his mind. Shock and fear seized him. He had forgotten to mark the date on his calender. 29th. It was the date of the annual "Family Day" organized by the Boy's Brigade. Every boy would bring their parents to the BB headquaters and have fun together. This would seem exciting and fun(yes it is). But this year was no heaven for Rusk.
ZOMGGGGG!!! OMGGGGG!!! ARRRRRRGGGGGGH!!!!!!
This year Rusk was in charged of the first aid. To give immediate assistance to the patient before professional help arrives.(i think its the definition of "1st aid" damn i forgot)
DAMNNNNNNNNNNN!!! DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN!!!
It had been already two years since Rusk sat for the first aid exam. He had earned the first aid badge. But two years was enough to erase most of his knowledge of first aid. Now the council left him in charge of this damn job. Rusk couldn't imagine himself sitting there looking stupid while someone was crying in agony in front of him. His superiors would rip off his first aid badge off.
WHY MEEEEEEEE!!?!? WHY MEEE?!!
Wait, I think I still got those first aid notes!
Rusk sprang to his feet and dashed to his wardrobe, digging through the mine of papers.(some people keep papers and notes in wardrobes! lol) Finally, Rusk found it. He held a small stack of crumbled paper in his hands. With tears in his eyes he hugged the stack of paper. It was his life-saver! (note: the second last sentence is completely false)
Rusk layed the papers on his bed and started reading them. Rusk devoured every single word on each page. He was sucking up knowledge like a vacuum cleaner.
YESSSS!!! YESSSSHHHHHHHH!!!!!!! MUHAHAHAHAH!!! lol
Thursday, December 18, 2008
1
Midnight came and blanketed the city in silence. Everyone was sleeping soundly in their warm beds. Only a figure was seen walking through the dark streets.
Micheal stumbled across the street. He needed some fresh air. Every night, Micheal would creep out of his house to enjoy the nightlife. Where wasn't much night"life" since the city seemed pretty much dead at night. Micheal loved the silence the night brought. It was only at night that such peace could be found. It was Etymole after all, a hustling and bustling city during the day. This metropolis knows no silence during the day. Cars came zooming in and out, the sound of machineries working in factories, the sound of beeping electronic devices. The combination of sounds was the daily choir.
Micheal glazed at the moon, little did he know that this night, was his dawn of destiny.(watever tat means)
Micheal turned into a corner and continued walking. His had met a dead-end. Suddenly, his whole body froze. Something supernatural was taking place. His body didn't listen to his commands.
Tip tap tip tap.
Footsteps were coming from behind. Footsteps that were heard louder every step. Someone or something was coming towards Micheal. All Micheal could do was stare at the stupid wall in front of his while whatever monster was coming his way. Micheal tried to scream but his fear devoured his voice.
Then, the footsteps stopped. Micheal could sense something was just a few feet away from him. Ready to murder, to feast.
Adrenaline kicked in and Micheal felt a force within him trying to break out. Inner strength came from nowhere and Micheal forced his head to turn.
"Oh wow, you managed to move. Looks like I've found you", said the voice from behind with a rather menacing tone.
ZOMFG! IT BLOODY TALKS!
The words from behind calmed Micheal's veins. It was a relieve that something civilized was the stalker.
Micheal managed to turn his head around and had a glimpse at the stalker.(lol, using "glimpse" at such situation) The stalker wore a cloak drenched in the colour of midnight. What send shivers down Micheal's spine was the stalker's mask. He wore a mask that had only a hole for only an eye to see through. The mask was the same colour as the moonlight. Pale.
"Bye, bye.", bid th stalker and Micheal's head went spinning.
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Micheal stumbled across the street. He needed some fresh air. Every night, Micheal would creep out of his house to enjoy the nightlife. Where wasn't much night"life" since the city seemed pretty much dead at night. Micheal loved the silence the night brought. It was only at night that such peace could be found. It was Etymole after all, a hustling and bustling city during the day. This metropolis knows no silence during the day. Cars came zooming in and out, the sound of machineries working in factories, the sound of beeping electronic devices. The combination of sounds was the daily choir.
Micheal glazed at the moon, little did he know that this night, was his dawn of destiny.(watever tat means)
Micheal turned into a corner and continued walking. His had met a dead-end. Suddenly, his whole body froze. Something supernatural was taking place. His body didn't listen to his commands.
Tip tap tip tap.
Footsteps were coming from behind. Footsteps that were heard louder every step. Someone or something was coming towards Micheal. All Micheal could do was stare at the stupid wall in front of his while whatever monster was coming his way. Micheal tried to scream but his fear devoured his voice.
Then, the footsteps stopped. Micheal could sense something was just a few feet away from him. Ready to murder, to feast.
Adrenaline kicked in and Micheal felt a force within him trying to break out. Inner strength came from nowhere and Micheal forced his head to turn.
"Oh wow, you managed to move. Looks like I've found you", said the voice from behind with a rather menacing tone.
ZOMFG! IT BLOODY TALKS!
The words from behind calmed Micheal's veins. It was a relieve that something civilized was the stalker.
Micheal managed to turn his head around and had a glimpse at the stalker.(lol, using "glimpse" at such situation) The stalker wore a cloak drenched in the colour of midnight. What send shivers down Micheal's spine was the stalker's mask. He wore a mask that had only a hole for only an eye to see through. The mask was the same colour as the moonlight. Pale.
"Bye, bye.", bid th stalker and Micheal's head went spinning.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~THE END~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
z
Since you guys want me to update so much.(DAMN I HAVE NO EVENTS TO UPDATE ON DAMN U!!) I'll write a story.(A STORY! NOT PART OF THE RUSK HOPELET LIFE'S STORY!)And this story has nothing(i repeat, NOTHING!)to do with my life. Enjoy!(and don't blame me if it sucks or i quit halfway)
Wednesday, December 17, 2008
HELP!!!!!!!!!!!!!
eh guys.I'VE RAN OUT OF IDEAS OMG! OMG!! (or am i juz too lazy to think). HELPPPP ME THINK! post some comments under this post(some ideas)... thanks z
Tuesday, December 2, 2008
Laziness
ARGH! I dont noe why but im tooo freakin lazy to finish the camp story. (n lazy 2 post anything else) (i need inspiration, i think)......... Our team got second (yay) and tats the end of the horrible story.
thank you XD...
thank you XD...
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