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RRR, v. 2007.8, Part 1 – School
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at this time I would like to say that we need to plan this out.
what I thinkwe need to decide:
1) one boy, one girl ,one teacher/parnet for main characters
2) shall this be at a public school or privete?
3) junior high or senior high?
4) plot.
oh and if it is at a high school we need grade.( nobody wants to ‘rite about 7th grade so it will be 8th grade at the junior high.)
So… Am I correct in assuming that this is realistic fiction?
3- somewhat. we can do that, maybe make it a little unrealistic. it is up to the ‘riters
and I am keeper.
what’s RRR?
5-round robin ‘riting. somebody ‘rites and then someone else ‘rites and then you edit it after you are done. this is happening to two of them. you are new, right? I do not recomend RRRs to newbies. they a) quit and b) post one sentace and think that is good.
pc, alice, pp, THF, sk,fs, TNO, beveo, anyone! help with the rrr!
thanks for the info. If you want, I’ll stay out of it until I get more acquainted with the museblog. I am interested though, so I’ll read it.
Ooh! This is a new one! I always think these things are old ones that I wouldn’t be able to join. But sure – I’ll help!
Okay, I think it will be easier to plan this out if we have a basic plotline first. Someone will suggest an idea, and we can work on that. Then, we can add in the grade and school and other characters and such. But we need a seed of an idea before we can really do anything.
So we’re doing realistic fiction?
*starts thinking*
Freshman year might be a good year. You’d be adjusting to a new place.
I was planning to stay out of this. I probably should, really. I’m no good at realistic fiction, and if I post even one sentence I’ll feel that I have obligations to fulfill.
God, I already do.
*gets out fast*
*returns*
But since I am going to school this year . . .
Maybe I’ll just hang around.
Stupid, STUPID!
Oh well.
10- Yes.
Well, I’ve never helped w/ an RRR before, but I’ve been here since December so *maybe* I no longer qualify as a newbie. So I’ll try to help, idk. But I’m not very good at plots.
Alright, our main character is in their freshman year at HS, and has just moved from the opposite coast of the country (we can decide where this takes place later). They can either be very innocent, very rebellious, or very smart, but, in general, someone very smart is fairly boring in a good story, because they don’t do anything really stupid (duh), innocent people get taken advantage of (which could make for an interesting story, if that’s what we wanted), and rebellious people get boring, but only if they’re not given anything about which to rebel.
How ’bout rebellious and smart? Also, just because someone is smart doesn’t mean they have common sense.
Someone who’s lazy and smart, rebellious and makes terrible decisions. This should make an interesting story…
9th grade? Let’s put them in a medium-sized high school where most people are exactly opposite of him/her. So they’ll have a lot to rebel against and such.
Yeah. But we still need a plot…
I suck at RF.
14- I like it. We can all relate.
I vote for freshman year at a private school.
Smart, the person got in, rebellious, the person doesn’t fit in.
Pretty fun. I like how Panda described it, and I like her idea of a lot of people that are rebellious and smart.
I think that it would be interesting if the school doubled as a training academy for some kind of mysterious profession. Like a guild.
By the way, I’ll try and actively participate in this RRR!
so it is freshman in a pubilic or privete school?
I think the school should be really big on writing and the new person can not write and something happens.
any ideas for names? school name? state?
I think the school should always beat Muse Academy at football but lose in fencing.
19- YES!
Som’pn academy. I like that last part to be ‘Academy’ because it makes it a phrase. You know what I mean? With syllables. It sounds better.
So, like, Blacklight Academy, because that sounds good.
But I don’t know if I like that. Whatever. You guys choose.
20- oh! good name!
let me see
***
“loser!” yelled the kid to zach as he lad the last hit.( is this what it is called in fencing?) blacklight academy had lost once again. anyone in the small town of coontus, Massachusetts, knew that backlight was the worsed at fencing in the area. they never beated anyone. so the team was manly made up of new kids. zach was the champion in his old school in washington. he did not under stand how he could have lose? he could not understand it.
~~~
kate was born and rased in coontus. she had gone to backlight scince pre school. she had never thought she would go there for high school. when she was in 4th grade there was no backlight high. it was a pre school-8th place. but as more people started the board opened one, blacklight academy.
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that was just a bit. I like it.
21- I thought that they wouldn’t beat us at fencing because WE were spiffamatastarific at it, not because they were bad at it. =o But we could do that, why not? But apparently HE’S good, so maybe we still ARE good…
I liked the first one better, I think because the last one was confusing. Just a bit.
21- I likes. I joins. And I can help with fencing terminology.
I’ll join this.
19- YES!
21- I like the first one.
22- Well, obviously. We’re brilliant at fencing.
19- Indeed. ^_^
thanks.
I’ll join this. So it’s at a private school right? Is Zach the new person? I’m confused already. Darn. If we have somebody move we should start right before they leave to come to the new school and give some backround on how they acted at the old school.
28- Naaaaawww don’t start it like that! Everything is started like that! It’s very clichéd in my personal opinion.
Sorry for the double post, do we start now?
(If there are any drawings/pictures/visual aids needed, I will be happy to supply them. Just say the word.)
How about he just starts at his new school, but is always grumbling about how his old school was better – either he says it to himself or he complains to his parents.’
So are we really comparing Muse Academy to this? I know this is completely not what we were really thinking of, but maybe he’s a Muse-type person who goes to this school (nextdoor to Muse Academy or something), and he ends up transferring there or something. I don’t know…
I think you should just forget about Muse Academy for the purposes of this RRR. My idea was just to include occasional references to it as a private joke. Though the idea of pep rallies with people holding up BEAT MUSE signs is appealing…
maybe he should be at a public school and transfer to a fancy private school on the other side of the country!
32- Yeah… That would be fun. But people would be doing it “here and there” all the time… That’s okay I guess. ^_^
33- Why not?
33- I like that idea… because his parents have to move for a job, and it’s in a bad neighborhood, so they don’t want him in that public school system or something…
35- yeah!
I think we should change the year to sophomore because then he will have had one year on his old schools fencing team.
Like Cappy said, if there are any needs for drawings of any sort just ask me. I think i’ll join this.
31- I like that idea, mabe he distances everyone at the school and then he and Kate (who’s been going to BA since kindergarten) get assigned to a project together and they become friends over mutual dislike of the school. and then something threatens the school and they realize how much they actualy enjoy the place and save it. ooh just got something to add tho that: mabe they try to close the school by doing evil thingys and then when it actualy IS in danger of closing they save it.
35- I think being in a bad neighborhood creates sympathy for the character, and is an exciting beginning. I vote for having him live in a bad neighborhood.
I do think that zach and kate should be bf+gf.
zach sounds like he’d be easy to write. mebbe i’ll join in on this one once it gets started
41- good.
Maybe he could be sent to a Catholic school. My area is like that where the public schools are awful and there’s private Catholic schools. He could be forced into religion by his parents and he doesn’t really like the religion. I don’t think we should start it during the fencing match though. Maybe he can come into the school in his normal clothes and get a warning since he doesn’t own a uniform yet and Kate will notice him.
43- no catholic school. I like were we are. and I it is cool to write an action scene first. you have to draw people in. there should be no religon in it.
44-Ok. There would probably be arguements anyway. So are we going to use the bit from 21 to start?
45- yeah.
now some story:
~~~
zach had moved to coontus mass. from washington for his dads job. his dad had recived a job at Harvard. he was head of the janitors. since he was just a janitor he received a salary of
$100,000 a month. so coontus was a good area for them to live. but the house they bought was in a bad neighborhood. so he went to blacklight.
He had been there for only a short time before he began to hate life at Blacklight. He would snarl at the teachers, glare at the homework, hoping that it would burst into flames
((Sorry, short.))
41-Ditto.
47- USE CAPITALS! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! and proper punctuation. gahhhhh.
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Zach felt there was nothing at Blacklite for him to enjoy, even the fencing team was terible.
sorry, short i know.
Kate hated Blacklight. She’d been in the same classes with the same losers since kindergarden. When she was in graade 4 there had been no Blacklight HS, and she had been hopeful. She would go to one of the Five highschools in Coontus, because then there had been no highschool directly in her area. She would have had a chance to leave these losers behind, mabe she’d make some friends. Kate wasn’t realy a loner, she had friends. well, she had had a friend. casey had moved away after grade six. it was only then that Kate realized how little friends she had. Everyone was already in thier little cliques, she didn’t know who to befriend. highschool was new hope for Kate but that hope was gone. She was stuck with these losers for ever.
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Here’s whats happpened so far for the people who just got here or are lazy:
“loser!” yelled the kid to zach as he lad the last hit.( is this what it is called in fencing?) blacklight academy had lost once again. anyone in the small town of coontus, Massachusetts, knew that backlight was the worsed at fencing in the area. they never beated anyone. so the team was manly made up of new kids. zach was the champion in his old school in washington. he did not under stand how he could have lose? he could not understand it.
~~~
kate was born and rased in coontus. she had gone to backlight scince pre school. she had never thought she would go there for high school. when she was in 4th grade there was no backlight high. it was a pre school-8th place. but as more people started the board opened one, blacklight academy.
zach had moved to coontus mass. from washington for his dads job. his dad had recived a job at Harvard. he was head of the janitors. since he was just a janitor he received a salary of
$100,000 a month. so coontus was a good area for them to live. but the house they bought was in a bad neighborhood. so he went to blacklight.
He had been there for only a short time before he began to hate life at Blacklight. He would snarl at the teachers, glare at the homework, hoping that it would burst into flames
Zach felt there was nothing at Blacklite for him to enjoy, even the fencing team was terible.
Kate hated Blacklight. She’d been in the same classes with the same losers since kindergarden. When she was in graade 4 there had been no Blacklight HS, and she had been hopeful. She would go to one of the Five highschools in Coontus, because then there had been no highschool directly in her area. She would have had a chance to leave these losers behind, mabe she’d make some friends. Kate wasn’t realy a loner, she had friends. well, she had had a friend. casey had moved away after grade six. it was only then that Kate realized how little friends she had. Everyone was already in thier little cliques, she didn’t know who to befriend. highschool was new hope for Kate but that hope was gone. She was stuck with these losers for ever.
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I agree with 40. I think eventualy… near the end kate and zach should become a couple. we can drop hints here and there that they kind of like eachother. so they start off with a mutual hate relationship which they formed because they were put on a project together and it slowly escalates into a friendship and a relationship.
The bell rang. All the kids started to filter in through the doors. Zach didn’t realy know what to do, he was prety sure he needed to find the office, but where was the office? He couldn’t see any signs. Zach stood in the middle of the hallway. He felt like a deer traped infront of headlights. His heart beat wildly, this was the worst he’d ever felt. First day of school and he didn’t know anyone, heck, he didn’t know where he was. The kids entering their classrooms jostled him. Zach tried not to panic. Breath, he told him self. try not to panic. He closed his eyes, it’s going to be okay.
“are you Zach?” a voice ripped through his thoughts.
“Uh-yeah” he managed to reply.
“I’m Billy, i’m supposed to take you to homeroom.
Billy lead Zach up the stairs, and the bell rang. They were the only ones left in the hall as they reachd the second floor and entered a classroom. The teacher stood up and shook his hand, “I’m Mrs. Marbury, you must be Zachary, right?” Zach nodded. “I see you haven’t bought a uniform yet, I’ll give you until the end of the week since you’re new this year,” Mrs Marbury said. Billy had already taken a seat at the back of the room, leaving Zach with the last desk right in front of the teacher’s. Everyone was talking except Zach. He stared at the wall until the bell rang for first period. Luckily his first class was right across the hall, so he couldn’t get lost. Room 216, Algebra. Front seat again.
53- I have a better one. we can end with that last senctence, though.
~~~
Homeroom was with Mr. bates. Mr. bates was a big fat man who always had a chocolate bar in his mouth. His hair was as greasy as snapes was in the movies.he had a beard and sounded monotonous. He told them that his class was time to get instructions for that days classes, so listen carefully. Zach started to fall asleep midway through. He could not believe how boring this was. It was just the same stuff that was in the handbook. “… and I have one last announcement: a new student is here today. His name is Zach. Zach, please choose a sport by P.E. today. “
“Why!†yelled Zach without thinking.
“ Because your mom put down sport and did not say what sport.†said Mr. Bates, not saying anything about Zach yelling.
“ Fine! I’ll do fencing!†said Zach
As they left class Billy said “ To bad for you. This school has never won a contest. To bad for you.â€
“ But I won all the contests at my old school.†said zach
“ guess your old school school never faced mighty muse academy. They have been the champs for the past five years. Never have they been defeated. They live in the next town over, lantus. They are some of the most self-centered people in the state. They were founded by a friend of the founders of this school. They are the best fencers in the state.â€
Luckily his first class was right across the hall, so he couldn’t get lost. Room 216, Algebra.
Zach grumbled to himself, shoving his book bag under his arm. He walked carefully into the classroom, luckily one of the first people there.
He sat at the back of the class. He didn’t feel like attracting a lot of attention today.
Students piled into the classroom in a flurry of blue and gray, and took their seats.
A girl with dirty blonde hair sat down next to him. He glanced at her through his own hair, then looked back at the closed books on his desk.
She put her bag under her chair and looked at him skeptically. “I’m Kate.” she said. “Nice to meet you.”
Zach looked at her with equal skepticism. “Zach,” he said, holding out his hand.
54- A match.
They stared at each other for a minute, and then Kate asked to see his schedule. They compared their schedules, and it turned out that they had 3 classes together: Algebra, World History, and Science.
Wait…where did Kate come from? Maybe I missed something, but I’m not sure who she is or what part she plays in the story. I know she’s doing a project with him, but what is the project? *is confused, but that’s probably just because I’m utterly exhausted and probably didn’t read it carefully*
59- she is going to be his gf near the end. and I made her up to make the story less sporty that it would be if it was just zach.
59- See post 21.
Huh, this could get interesting. *joins*
~~~~~~~
Kate scrutinized the new boy carefully. He seemed to be a decent sort, but even so… She’d learned long ago to be careful with new kids. Occasionally they’d act natural for the first few days, but most of the time they sucked up to the teachers and then reverted to their natural states.
“So,” he whispered as Mr. Stegge started into his customary monolouge in front of the class. “Are all the teachers at Blacklight Academy this boring?”
“Yeah,” she whispered back. “Except Ms. Hawkins, who’s pretty cool. She teaches Physics.”
“You two in the back,” said Mr. Stegge. “Pay attention.”
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I am changing some thing around in the doc. TNO’s post will go before 58 and in fivty 58 there out in the hall. I will post a revised copy soon.
I am changing some thing around in the doc. TNO’s post will go before 58 and in fivty 58 there out in the hall. I will post a revised copy soon.
I read the course outline for English this year, and one of the bullet-thingies said:
“YOU ARE EXPECTED TO READ FOR PLEASURE.”
I mean, come on! How can you read for PLEASURE if you are EXPECTED to? That, I believe, is an “oxymoron”.
Rant over.
this is it:
~~~
“Loser!” yelled the kid to Zach as he lad the last hit. Blacklight academy had lost once again. anyone in the small town of Coontus, Massachusetts, knew that backlight was the worst at fencing in the area. They never beaten anyone. so the team was manly made up of new kids. Zach was the champion in his old school in washington. He did not under stand how he could have lost. He could not understand it.
~~~
Zach had moved to Coontus Mass. from Washington for his dads job. His dad had received a job at Harvard. He was head of the janitors. Since he was just a janitor he received a salary of$100,000 a month. So Coontus was a good area for them to live. But the house they bought was in a bad neighborhood. So he went to Blacklight.
He had been there for only a short time before he began to hate life at Blacklight. He would snarl at the teachers, glare at the homework, hoping that it would burst into flames
Zach felt there was nothing at Blacklight for him to enjoy, even the fencing team was terrible.
~~~
Kate hated Blacklight. She’d been in the same classes with the same losers since kindergarden. When she was in grade 4 there had been no Blacklight HS, and she had been hopeful. She would go to one of the Five high schools in Coontus, because then there had been no high school directly in her area. She would have had a chance to leave these losers behind, maybe she’d make some friends. Kate wasn’t really a loner, she had friends. well, she had had a friend. casey had moved away after grade six. it was only then that Kate realized how little friends she had. Everyone was already in their little cliques, she didn’t know who to befriend. high school was new hope for Kate but that hope was gone. She was stuck with these losers for ever.
~~~
The bell rang. All the kids started to filter in through the doors. Zach didn’t really know what to do, he was pretty sure he needed to find the office, but where was the office? He couldn’t see any signs. Zach stood in the middle of the hallway. He felt like a deer trapped in front of headlights. His heart beat wildly, this was the worst he’d ever felt. First day of school and he didn’t know anyone, heck, he didn’t know where he was. The kids entering their classrooms jostled him. Zach tried not to panic. Breath, he told him self. try not to panic. He closed his eyes, it’s going to be okay.
“are you Zach?” a voice ripped through his thoughts.
”Uh-yeah” he managed to reply.
”I’m Billy, I’m supposed to take you to homeroom.
~~~
Homeroom was with Mr. bates. Mr. bates was a big fat man who always had a chocolate bar in his mouth. His hair was as greasy as snapes was in the movies.he had a beard and sounded monotonous. He told them that his class was time to get instructions for that days classes, so listen carefully. Zach started to fall asleep midway through. He could not believe how boring this was. It was just the same stuff that was in the handbook. “… and I have one last announcement: a new student is here today. His name is Zach. Zach, please choose a sport by P.E. today. “
“Why!†yelled Zach without thinking.
“ Because your mom put down sport and did not say what sport.†said Mr. Bates, not saying anything about Zach yelling.
“ Fine! I’ll do fencing!†said Zach
As they left class Billy said “ To bad for you. This school has never won a contest. To bad for you.â€
“ But I won all the contests at my old school.†said zach
“ guess your old school school never faced mighty muse academy. They have been the champs for the past five years. Never have they been defeated. They live in the next town over, lantus. They are some of the most self-centered people in the state. They were founded by a friend of the founders of this school. They are the best fencers in the state.â€
Luckily his first class was right across the hall, so he couldn’t get lost. Room 216, Algebra
Zach grumbled to himself, shoving his book bag under his arm. He walked carefully into the classroom, luckily one of the first people there.
He sat at the back of the class. He didn’t feel like attracting a lot of attention today.
Students piled into the classroom in a flurry of blue and gray, and took their seats.
A girl with dirty blonde hair sat down next to him. He glanced at her through his own hair, then looked back at the closed books on his desk.
She put her bag under her chair and looked at him skeptically. “I’m Kate.” she said. “Nice to meet you.”
Kate scrutinized the new boy carefully. He seemed to be a decent sort, but even so… She’d learned long ago to be careful with new kids. Occasionally they’d act natural for the first few days, but most of the time they sucked up to the teachers and then reverted to their natural states.
”So,” he whispered as Mr. Stegge started into his customary monolouge in front of the class. “Are all the teachers at Blacklight Academy this boring?”
”Yeah,” she whispered back. “Except Ms. Hawkins, who’s pretty cool. She teaches Physics.”
”You two in the back,” said Mr. Stegge. “Pay attention.”
~~~
They started to leave for there next class when Kate asked to see his schedule. They compared their schedules, and it turned out that they had 3 classes together: Algebra, World History, and Science.
I hate new mbers. * pies kokonilly for a pontless post.* we are writing, not talking about school. exectipt if you what us to put somethig about that in.
oops! I just saw that you are follow muser. but then why did you do that?
66- Now, now, “hate” is a strong word. Why not use something like, perhaps, “abhor” which sounds much more “muser-ish”.
68-o.k. please post more story… I have writer’s block.
Zach went to his English class, and Kate walked slowly to her locker. She spun in the combination, kicked the door, put in another combination, redid that one, and finally her locker opened. There was that gym bag staring her in the face. “I hate gym,” she thought to herself. Kate kicked the door shut and went to gym.
“Todaaay we will be plaaaying volleyball!” shouted Miss Mazzucco. “Kaaaitlyn, you will be a captain, Jennifer, you will also be captain”. Kate picked first. She pointed at a girl with short black hair. Jennifer already knew everyone’s name. For the next hour the girls played volleyball, though played may not be the word for it, as the only person who was any good was Dita, a short, spindly girl who could never stop talking.
Kate managed to avoid getting hit in the face, and rushed to change and leave the gym.
~~~
zach found english to be awful. they were studying irregular verbs. zach found this subject to be awful. so, it seamed, did the rest of the of the class. about a forth of the class was asleep.
Zach slumped into World History, rubbing his eyes and yawning. Yawns certainly were contagious. He slouched into the room and saw Kate already sitting in the back. He joined her, dropping his bag on the floor with a huge thump. The teacher, a short, skinny man with huge, thick glasses, jumped in his seat. Zach sniggered.
“So how was English?” Kate asked, unsure of what friends generally talked about. She assumed they were friends. After all, Zach had come to sit next to her.
“Incredibly boring,” Zach replied. “How was your class? You had PE, right?”
“Ugh, it was awful, as usual” Kate said, rolling her eyes. “We played volleyball. We all suck, except maybe Dita. And half of the volleyball team is in my gym class. They’re all just complete idiots”
“I hear you,” Zach said. “I must have met half the football team already at least. They’re brilliant at football, by all accounts, not that i’m terribly impressed with that. But they’re all so thick. Must come from crashing into each other all day. Although i’d imagine you’d have to start off as a bit of an idiot to do that in the first place”
Kate grinned. Finally, somebody who shared her secret views on the football team.
“You’d better not hear anybody saying that,” she said conspiratorially. “People are obsessed with the football team around here”
Zach shrugged. “Their choice,” he said. “I’d rather not bother with it. I fence. That’s a sport that requires some skill, at least”
Just then the bell rang for class to begin. The little teacher stood up and clapped his hands five times in quick succession.
“Helllooooo class, hello, hello, hello, well, this is world history and if you can’t tell, i’ve had quite a bit of coffee already, so let’s have a wonderful first class of the year. We’ll start by going around the room, names and an interesting fact about yourself. I’ll start. I’m Mr. [insert name here-i suck at them], i’m the coach of the fencing team, maybe we’ll win second place again this year, and extra fact-i enjoy poetry”
They did the obligatory round of the room. Zach didn’t pay much attention. He was sizing up the teacher, trying to decipher his personality, and what his coaching style was likely to be. Suddenly, he found Kate nudging him. “It’s your turn,” she whispered.
He stood up. He didn’t remember if the others had done this, and by the gasps and raised eyebrows, nobody else had. He didn’t much care. “I am Zach [forgot the last name], and i’m a fencer. I intend to win FIRST place this year,” he said, looking directly at the teacher. There was a ringing silence as he sat down. Then, all at once, the room erupted into a roar of laughter. Zach was shocked to see that Mr. Teacher was amongst those snorting in derision.
“That’s the spirit,” the teacher said. “But obviously you’ve never heard of Muse Academy. Good luck trying to beat them, my boy. But you do seem determined, i think you could probably take the team to second with my help! We’ll work on it”
Let’s call him Mr. Kettmann. That’s a fun name. (Hint: Use Kleimo random Name Generator.)
ooh, nice one. and thanks for the name generator too, i keep forgetting such things exist.
i’m going to need it for nano though. desperately. 
NaNo! I forgot! Save me! When is it? *checks watch* *checks calendar*
8 weeks. I’ll live.
75-?’till vacation?
72- nice.
76-’till nanowrimo. National Novel Writing Month. 50K words in 30 days. Lots of fun. You should all do it.
I think I might try for It this year…
65- In your compilation, you didn’t fix calling it a contest. It’s called a match.
73- No, he should be Mr. Platt. That was my old fencing teacher. He said things that were mean to lefties in his class, and used the word “ass” while talking to a large group of cub-scouts about fencing.
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Zach couldn’t believe it. Every coach he’d ever had had insisted that they would win. Had no one any team spirit here?
**
(Since I don’t know Zach’s schedule, this should go after school is out)
“Helooooo, hello, hello to Blacklight Acadamey fencing!” buzzed Mr. Platt at the team. Zach looked around; most of the fencers were nerdish tipes who looked like their arms would break off if they tried to lift a foil with both hands.
I will change it… but the name is Mr. kettmann!
as kate and zach walked out of world history and walked to science, kate knew that zach was worred about fencing.
” the first match is in a month.”
” A MONTH! I CAN’T BEAT ANYONE WITH JUST A MONTH OF PRACITE!”
” do not worry. It is just ageist the public school’s team. nothing to worry about.”
as they sild intot the last seat in science they put there names in the textbook, like they had done for the past 4 peroids.
” hello class.” said a cheerful voice from the front of the class “I am Ms.hawkins”
81- Why be so stubborn?
83- because that is a real person. and I chose because I am keeper! whaahahahahahaha!
Ms. Hawkins was standing in front of a small black table upon which sat an empty water chamber, a bottle of liquid labled “flamable” and some matches. Most of the students were leaning forward instead of slouching back, interested by the set up. “This is Physics,” said Ms. Hawkins. “Today we’ll be going over the SI system of measurement. First though, my classroom rules are the same as those of every other classroom. Who wants to go over them anyway?”
The class groaned.
“I didn’t think so.” She poored a tiny amount of the flammable liquid into the water cooler, saying as she did so, “This is alcohol that I’m pouring in here. For those of you who haven’t guessed already,” she began to twirl the water cooler between her hands, “I’m making an internal combustion chamber.” She set the cooler down and picked up the box of matches. “Would you hit the lights, please, someone?”
A small, weedy boy with thick glasses stumbled to his feet and flicked the switch. “Thank you, Mr…?”
“Peterson,” muttered the boy.
“Mr. Peterson,” she said, nodding. “Now, watch closely.” She lit a match and held it in the opening of the cooler, then drew it away. For a moment nothing happened, and then the cooler emited a tiny blue flame and made a soft pffing sound. Zach was barely able to feel disappointed when their was a loud crack and a blue flame shot two feet up in the air. The class applauded, and the Peterson boy got up to turn the lights back on.
“Yes, very fun indeed, isn’t it?” asked Ms. Hawkins, laughing. “Anyone want to feel this? It’s still hot.”
After the students who’d gotten up to feel the cooler had returned to her seat, she turned and wrote on the board “SI: System International”.
“Alright,” she continued, “what could we measure about that cooler and the reaction that just took place?”
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That really works, by the way, the internal combustion chamber in the water cooler? You just need a tiny bit of straight alcohol and get it so that it coats the walls, then stick a match in and boom!
our physics teacher did that to us the first day. It was pretty sweet.
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*there
cool.
o.k. I have no idea about what to do. can we finsh this period? and ther are 8 peorids. this is #5
I mean #4 :opps: is that the smile? and also in post #82 it should be for the last 3 period.
this is going to be a novella. I do not think this sould be more than 20,000 words. proboly less.
for 89 it should be
not :opps:
88- Course we can!
92- you need to. I have no idea about this fire thing.
Who said anything about the internal combustion thing having anything to do with ending class?
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Kate was right, thought Zach. Ms. Hawkins WAS cool. She somehow managed to keep all 20 student focused on the SI system for the whole period. They covered everything, from temperature to light intensity to electric resistance. Zach found it all very interesting. By the time the bell rang he had nearly a page of note and another page of velocity and acceleration calculations.
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soo.. he’s had 4 periodsish now, so school should end. and then the fencing bit comes which i will not write about because i know nothing about it.
As Zach trudged home he reflected on his day. It had been okay, Fencing had been weird, he had never met a school with so little enthusiasm. At Blacklight it seemed all people cared about was cheerleading, football and high grades. [ this isn’t part of the story, just a coment: basically my idea of american highschool is cheerleading and football. us canadians are told those are the cool people in american highschool ] BUt everything wasn’t alll bad, Ms. HAwkins was pretty cool and Kate seemed like she would probably be his friend, they did have a lot of the same views. Zach turned onto Lumley Ave., the street where he lived and his thoughts turned to the imense amount of homework he would have to compleat.
9- I thought we would have to expain it.
I think that Ms. Hawkins should be his adviser, sort of. Like, she plays a big part in the story as a source of wisdom for Zach.
97- hey, that is what I was thinking!
95- no, he has 8 periods in a day. like most schools (high schools have that, right? i am in middle school, and most of them have 8.) also this is a privete school, and cares less than public schools about football and scuch. also you get mad at US for stereotyping YOU. how do YOU think we feel about stereotyping US?
Mine has 7.
oh, I should have writen. here, I’ll write:
art was next, but it was just about were things were in the room.
he had study hall next, but as It was the first day he had no homework. he took this time to look up muse academy on the computers. he found this:
muse academy, learning the arts one at a time.
normal schedule:period 1: poetry
period 2:history
period 3:flute or lyre
peroid 4:mime
period 5: dancing
period 6:playwriting
period 7:greek
period 8: science, math, other non-arts.
zach was happy to see this. how could people who stuffed most academics into one period bet him in fencing?
I made muse academy into a more greek muse academy than a new muse academy.
99- good for you. but I like 8.
oh, wait. they do ike football.
99- Mine has seven plus tutorial.
98- no, four periods to the day. AND i don’t get mad at you for sterio typing canadians, i find the steriotypes funny. sorry if i made you angry but what i said wasn’t meant as an insult or anything it’s just me trying to tell you how obliviouse I am. and you should calm down, everyone who isn’t in the US steriotypes it. just like people who don’t live in Canada steriotype us. it’s something you wiill always have to live with. Nothing I ever say is meant to offend, you should know that from reading my frequent posts. when have I ever shown offense to the canadian steriotype?
100- I go to an arts school and the days are split half arts half academics, you can’t have only one period a day of academics. it’s unrealistic.
It seems to me that four periods wouldn’t cover much. [/timid argument]
As for Canadian stereootypes, l think l can rummage around in the old brain for some. Please don’t take any of them seriously.
“Sooooo, `ow’s the maple syrup, eh? Drank a few bottles for breakfest, eh? And what do ya think `o the queen, eh? That brooch looks quite lovely, `eh? Oh, l think l’ll head down to the port to see if they’ve got any blue jeans that l can sell for 3,000 dollars!”
But Canada’s great. They’re a whole lot better than the US. lf l were a canadian steriotyping the US, this is how l’d do it:
“BUUURP! Yeehaw! That there’s some mighty fine oil, yesseriy! l think ah’l go fihnd me a hiefer to chew on fer my brekfist this mornin, then l think ah’l go throw cow patties at dem new liberals who moved in! Yeehaw!”
That was a liiiittle off topic, but l felt it was neccessasery. (How do you spell that?)
106- It’s spelled necessary.
105- It is a BOOK! we can do what we want! also we have said 8 over and over. 8 is it!
100- that… is an interesting schedule. I agree w/ Kagcomix, it is kinda… unrealistic. It needs a seperate math and english class, and not all mashed together in the space of 1 period. Or it could do a block scedule and have artsy stuff on mondays and wendnesdays, normal stuff on tuesdays and thursdays, and everything on fridays. (see below)
106- My highschool has 8 periods, but does this “block schedule” thing where we have 4 90 min periods a day instead of 8 45 min ones. On Fridays we have all 8. You end up getting a lot more work done that way.
so it would be like
per. 1, break, per 2, lunch, per 3, per 4
and then the next day the same time frame with 5-8
and on fridays it’s like:
1, 5, break, 2, 6, lunch, 3, 4, 7, 8
so Blacklight could be like that, or something.
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109- but It is a BOOK! also blacklight has a good seculde. this is about muse. just let it be.
Uh…. that sounds like a classics academy or something. Muse isn’t the greek muses…. Wouldn’t a schdual there be something like:
day one/semester one
History
Chemistry
Calculus
French
day two/semester two
English
Spanish
Creative writing/theatre
computer science/ gym (gymnastics/circus based)
I based if off the block schedual that TNO’s talking about because my jr. high had the alternating days one and my highschool used to have the semesters one. I ♥ block scheduals. It used to work a whole lot better than it does now. we now have a six period day…
But the /s indicate either changes at the semester (TNO’s version) or changes at the quarter (the one block per semester version)
yup.
Um, what about the steriotypes? *Looks around with phony grin* *Face falls*
109- Mine too, except that Mondays have everything, not Fridays.
111- I thought that it would be tough for people to write about muse academy if it was a new muse place. muse is a kind of problem in the book. it would be tough to write if it was like muse. people would be offended. also if we publish this no-one would know what we were talking about.
and they don’t do it like this:
in period 8 you have 15 mintuse to do math, 15 to read, 15 to science. no! it is :
day one: math
day two: read
day three: science.
that is what it is like.
also I am keeper so we are kepping what I have.
114- Mine was just as suggestion. I thought yours was too but “also I am keeper so we are kepping what I have.” okay then. Be dictator here. I’m not going to contribute on this then. I thought we could bounce ideas off each other and find a schedual that everyone liked but apparently not.
114- You don’t have total control over the story just because you’re Keeper.
114- Dictatorship, while very fun, simply does not work very well in cases like these. Very few people are going to post on here if you start going for absolute control. Just so you know.
115-117- Agreed.
Sorry I haven’t really contributed much, but we seem rather stuck on this schedule problem.
108- so? it’s realistic fiction! it’s fiction but parts of it need to be plausable!
110- why are you so angry?
112- they were hilariouse but you forgot that most people consider americans to be homophobes of low intelligence. I DON”T THINK THAT!!!!!
114- you are really getting on my nerves. you are acting like a child. what you have are good ideas but you need to let the rest of us help make them better. if you continue to act this selfish i am going to leave this RRR which is too bad because i’m having a lot of fun. this is TEAMWORK not the man for aeiou work.
i can go dig out my old arts schedual if you want. we can use it as an idea but not actualy use it.
I can’t find it, i think it’s in my garage and i won’t be able to access it for a couple of days. my monays were something like:
Core (english) it’s from gr8 and i don’t rmember all of it but
Jazz(dance) hopefully it will be helpfull
Science
Lunch
instrumental
french
math
where’s the story going? is it going to be an inspirational fencing story? Are Zach and Kate going to transfer to Muse Academy because they hate blacklight so much? Is it going to be nice and cheesy like HSM where they meet a nice group of kids who happen to be football players and cheerleaders, but who are really quite smashing? I don’t usually like to plan a story out much, but i think we need to set the general tone. So far it seems to be going towards the big fencing showdown, is that right?
65- I’m pretty sure that janitors don’t make $100,000 a MONTH. Or year. Even if they’re really really good.
STOP! don’t go! here this will be the secdule:
period one(days 1,3,5):music
period one (days 2,4,6): math
period two (days 1,3,5): art
period two (days 2,4,6): science
period three(days1,3,5):computers
period three (days 2,4,6) english
period four (days 1,3,5) P.E.
period four (days 2,4,6) history.
zach was happy to see this. how could people who change classes everday defeat him.
122-I’ll cahnge it to 1,000 a month. also he works at harvard.
I am sorry if the last line in the story offends anyone.
121- I what muse to cheat.
Please please please please please please please please please write with correct spelling on RRRs.
123- me likes.
124- why?
125- agreed.
125,126- I will try.
126- because then zach and kate can find that out.
But we can’t make our beloved academy CHEAT! Muse Academy is the good one! The intelligent one!
I rather like the thought of Kate and Zach transferring to Muse.
119- Ah yes, homophobia. I completely forgot.
“Yeahaw, when ahm finished with mah ferty nahnth bottle a’ whiskey, ah thank ah’ll go fahnd me some [snip] tuh chase. Yup, s’all good `round these parts. *Glug gug gug* Shey, when’d dem flyin’ monkeys get `ere? Must `a been dem damn asians down da street…” *WHAM!* *Falls down on bar counter*
Please excuse the slur. [I think you got the idea across without it. -Rebecca]
128- agreed. on both counts.
hmm. that sounds good. keep writing. I have nothing.
Oh, okay. That’s fine.
123 — Zach clicked around on MA’s website a little more. In the Athletics section he found a picture entitled “Muse Academy Fencing Squad or whatever it’s called, you guys can call it something totally different if you want 2006-07″
assuming this is taking place this year so that was last year’s squad
The members were wearing their whatever you wear when you are fencing — sorry, i have no clue and the front row people held sabers. Off to the side, their coach was holding up a trophy and smiling. The team looked completely different from the one at Blacklight. Their faces were confident and proud, like they were used to winning.
That’s the team I want to be on thought Zach. Then he smiled slightly. But since the chances of that happening are pretty much nonexistent, I’ll settle for beating them . . .
‘course, the chances of that don’t seem much higher.
Sorry if it’s kind of bad, i am mostly only writing ’cause i don’t want to study the odyssey. also i apologize i probably screwed up the fencing terminology.
Squad is fine. Jersey, vest, jacket.
(Am l appreciated?)
could when you don’t know something put a little 1? thanks. that will help with keeping.
128- them transfering is not realistic in a story. in a story there needs to be conflict. the conflict takes an entire book to resolve and shouldn’t be as easy as transfering schools. I don’t know why i am telling you this, as you are the writing guru.
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Kate walked into the library, a familiar head at the computers caught her eye and she walked over.
“Hi, Zach, right?” she said looking over his shoulder.
“Yeah, you’re Kate.” he replied blocking the screen from view, he didn’t want anyone to know about his daydream.
“Sooo…. watcha looking at?” Kate asked peering at the screen. When Zach didn’t respond Kate continued, “Muse Acadamy website. Wish I could be there.”
“Why can’t you just transfer?” asked Zach.
“You can’t transfer to Muse Acadamy, you have to audition. Unfortunately for me I was sick when the auditions took place.” kate paused whistfully, “but even if I got in there’s no way I could actualy go. It’s kinda far away and the comute is hell.” [should I not use hell? does it offend anyone?]
“Oh.” said Zach, visions of him wearing the MA fencing uniform smashing agains the cold gray rocks of reality.
WE NEED TO GET BACK TO WORK, PEOPLE!
there, that should help in the recent comments bar.
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The bell ran, and as Zach gathered up his stuff he thought that blacklight might win this year. His optimism lasted to the locker room. As he entered the gym, he knew that the fencing squad was lacking. Most of it was in his class was on it, but they wern’t the most agile bunch in the fencing world. As zach showered he started to lose hope of winning. how could they, with everybody else so bad? He was so upset he was only able to do mediocrity in his next class, witch was German. of course he alway did mediocre in German.
As he move on to his second elective, poli sci he was happy there was just a Questioner about what party you should be in. this was easy for him, as he all ready knew most of his opinions. after he finshed he started to read.
as the bell rang he rushed back to the locker room.
as he took off his watch, he saw he had only a minute to change. he changed as quick as possibly, but he was still a few seconds late.
Mr. kettlmann was not happy but as it was the first day, he let him off with a waring.
“Helooooo, hello, hello to Blacklight Acadamey fencing!” buzzed Mr. kettmann at the team after talking to Zach. Zach looked around; most of the fencers were nerdish tipes who looked like their arms would break off if they tried to lift a foil
with both hands.
“We will begain with arm movments today!” yelled Mr. Kettmann in a odd manner. As they started Zach knew that he was right: hardly anyone could fight.
after a shower and a change, Zach started out.
As Zach trudged home he reflected on his day. It had been okay, Fencing had been weird, he had never met a school with so little enthusiasm. At Blacklight it seemed all people cared about was cheerleading, football and high grades. BUt everything wasn’t alll bad, Ms. HAwkins was pretty cool and Kate seemed like she would probably be his friend, they did have a lot of the same views. Zach turned onto Lumley Ave., the street where he lived.
dinner was good, and Zach was able to mutter past the “how was you day?” question. He ran up to his room and sarted to sleep.
he woke up to the new day, fresh from his dreamless sleep. He took a few pieces of tost for the walk, and started out.
he saw kate, coming up to him.
” how was it for the rest of the day?” asked kate.
” oh, fine, if losing all hope is how you define ‘fine'” said zach
” that bad?” said Kate
“worse” said zach
136- No, transferring them in the end of the story. Like Blacklight shuts down or gets too expensive so thy get transferred. What is the conflict, by the way?
here is more:
With a smile.
***
Zach went in to homeroom, happy, at least for the moment, that he had nether P.E. Or Fencing today. Mr.Bates started off again, saying the same things he had said the day before. Zach went off to his locker, got his algebra book, and walked across the hall. The Fact there was thirty problems did not bother him. The fact they were all new to him did not bother him. He started to work, doing one problem at a time. He went to his locker as the bell rang, not caring what they were doing in English.
***
They were starting to kill a mocking bird in English. Zach started chapter 1 and found it good. The class read for the period, as much as they could. He had finished to chapter 13 and questions to chapter 12 when the teacher wrote the homework on the board:
Read as much as possible, answer the questions to were you ended, and tell me were you ended tomorrow.
Zach continued to read to the end of class, at witch time he was on chapter 18.
***
In history, with the book out, the class did a four page worksheet. As both Zach and Kate finished the thing early, not having the homework yet, talked.
“so, why did you brush me off outside?†asked Kate
“ look, I am hating it here. The teacher monologue, ask no questions, and then give us piles of work, then a pile of homework. The fencing team seems to just give up before they have started, and…â€
Zach was cut off by Mr. Kettmann writing the homework on the board.
***
Walking to science, Kate keep asking him why he was so mad. Zach was unwilling to say. Science was as good as always, but it had a bit more work. Mrs. Hawkins saw that Zach did not seem happy. As her break was coming up, she asked what was wrong.
“ the fencing team is awful, not willing to do anything, mainly because they fell muse has beat them JUST by having a team.â€
“ Muse is a odd school. It is, though, on of coontus finest. I have thought of changing to that school many times.â€
“ Changing! Why?â€
“ They have a great science program. Math’s good too. Not to much homework to grade, not to little to make sure the kids know what to do. Tests are every other Friday. Most kids have an A average.â€
136- not at all. Your using the word “hell,” I mean.
139- I hated to kill a mocking bird. I found it… boring. [/random unrelated info]
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Zach considered this. Compared to Blacklight, Muse academy sounded a bit like some sort of heaven on earth. Or at least, as close to a heaven on earth as one could get with an educational building. “Is it true,” he asked, “that kids have to audition to get in?”
“Well, I’m not sure audition is the right word, exactly,” Ms. Hawkins answered. “You have to pass three tests: Arts, Literature, and Random Tidbits of Information. The RToI is the most rigorous test, because, well, it’s kind of hard to study for, since it is, in essence, random.”
Zach blinked several times. “Random Tidbits of Information?” he asked, completely bewildered. How on earth could a school that required students to pass a test on factoids beat anybody at fencing?
“Well, yes,” said Ms Hawkins, the ghost of a grin flitting briefly over her face. “It’s part of their way of thinking, you see. They think that every interesting topic should be covered, not just what is accepted and used in most curriculums.”
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Zach steered the topic back to fencing. “How long have they been fencing champions?”
“Oh, years and years.”
“So, do they have some kinda secret weapon, or what?”
Mrs. Hawkins laughed. “How on earth would I know? But I do know pretty much all the other schools that compete against Muse feel the way Blacklight does. No one actually competes against Muse anymore.”
Err . . . or something to that effect
140- oh, good!
140- to kill a mocking bird was the first book I could think of.
142- It’s not like I’ve got anything against using it… It’s just that I was kind of random yesterday… LOL.
er, I meant 143, in the last post, sorry.
138- they don’t like blacklight but are forced to attend, what could happen could be they hate it and hate it and do their best attempts to get kicked out or something and then realize how much they’d miss BA if they left. but i kinda made it so they couldn’t transfer saying MA was an auditioned school [note: all art schools i know are auditioned]
139- no teacher would ever tell a student they were thinking of changing schools, instead you could write something more like the teacher talking about it being a good school.
140- me likes.
i’m really sorry everything i have said on this thread is negative. i don’t know hwy but i keep seeing things that i feel should be different. GAH i feel so evil.
146- that is what the edit is for.
Can the captian of the Muse academy fencing team be named Trevor?
148- I knew you were going to ask that.
What? lt seems fitting. Muser and fencer…
148-150- It does, and I really don’t care. Why not?
148- sure, just write him in.
zach walked into the libray, ready for a double study hall. he stated his homework but he end that quickly. he went to the computers and started to look at the muse academy. he looked at the team, with, trevor, its captian, its mvp. he longed to be on that team. But who could pass a random test? Not him. He barly made it in to Blacklight.
zach exited out of the program, sad. he went to get a book from the libray, his favorite , TERRA:formed. He looked at the back matter, for some reson, he had not read it before. then he saw something:
writen by the kids at muse acdemy in coontus, mass, this is the
zach throw the book to the shelf.
Very nice. Thanks.
153- Make it Terraformed, not TERRA: formed.
Zach was now completely bewildered. So, the Muse Academy students wrote books, won fencing competitions, had to pass a random test to get in, and switched classes everyday? What sort of school was that?
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And even while he scoffed at the thought of such a weird school, he wanted badly to be part of it.
“I hate Blacklight!” he muttered. “I hate it!”
people! you are just writing one or two sencecs! write more like one or two paragraphs!
“Hey Zach, what’s on your mind?” Zach whirled around. Standing behind him was Kate. She smiled at him.
“Uh, nothing.” Her smile was kind of pretty.
“Are you free this Saturday?” she asked.
“Yeah, except for my date with a lady named homework.” replied Zach. Kate laughed, she had a pleasent laugh thought Zach.
“Well, my dad got me four tickets to an art show down town. My friends from my book club Elizabeth and Todd are coming but I couldn’t find a fourth person. I was kind of hoping you could come because I don’t want my dad tagging a long.” explained Kate.
“I can make it, I guess.”
“Great come over to my house at noon on Saturday.” Kate turned to leave.
“Wait- Kate, I don’t know your address.” Kate scribbled it on his hand and left. Zach stood staring at the blue ink on his palm. Finaly he shook himself and exited the library.
Zach felt weird. He was just asked out by kate, or was she just using him so her father did not have to come along. Zach felt a bit more that it was the first one. Well, now he had a girlfriend. so he guessed that he was doing O.k. at blacklight.
he headed to German, happy for a change.
That Saturday Zach headed out to Kates house. He wanted to arrive early but not too early. Unfortunately he arrived late and Elizabeth and Todd were already there. Kate oppened the door when he knocked.
“Hey Zach. I’m glad you could come.”then she called back into the house, “He’s here guys get you’re coats on.”
Elizabeth and Todd seemed rather nice. Elizabeth didn’t talked much but Todd made up for her silence by talking non-stop. The four of them walked to the subway and got on the train. They headed south to the exhibition center where the art show was taking place.
“so, what type of art is this?” asked Zach
“Just some local artists” piped in Todd, “My Uncle has a piece on display, so we might see him here.”
“yeah, there’s everything from painting to sculptuer to collage.” Kate told Zach, “It’s pretty neat. There are two shows a year, one in the Spring and one in the fall.”
“That’s cool.” said Zach, wondering what sort of paintings there would be. He hoped there wouldn’t be modern art, mordern art was kind of stupid. Anyone could make it. You just needed paint, a canvas and some art critics who beleive that your work “has so much soul in it”.
They exited the subway and crossed the street to the exhibition center. It was a big old building, probably at one time a wearhouse but now bit’s and peices of new additions had been added to the building in a way that made it look like a piece of art itself. The group of them climbed the stairs and entered the building.
Zach was happy at what he saw. There was only one or two modren art peices, and they looked nicer than most types. he walked around with kate, sometimes holding hands. What could be more romantic than an art show for a first date?
Zach went ot school on monday, happy because he had a girlfriend. as he entered the building, tho, people started to laugh at him, calling him nerd and dork. When He asked someone why they were laughing the person said ” your dating the biggest dork in the school, Kate macontis. of course people will laugh it you!”
biggest dork? she doesn’t seem dorky. zach thought during homeroom.
Zach did not talk to kate during algebra. he when to music with out a word.
that’s odd. why would he not talk with me kate thought during P.E.
But it was the same the rest of the school day. Zach even went to P.E. early so she would not see him.
Zach went to fencing, unhappy but ready to fence. he was still the best there, but the rest were getting better. he was voted team captian, and was happy for that. for the next month, the team trained and trained for the game.
~~~
it was the day of the game. zach had just showered and dressed. he walked on to the (thing you fence on) and started. the boy layed a hit before Zach had time to get his sword out. the rest of the match went quick. it was down to the end in one or two hits. then “loser!” yelled the kid to zach as he lad the last hit.( is this what it is called in fencing?) blacklight academy had lost once again. anyone in the small town of coontus, Massachusetts, knew that backlight was the worsed at fencing in the area. they never beated anyone. so the team was manly made up of new kids. zach was the champion in his old school in washington. he did not under stand how he could have lose? he could not understand it..
It’s called a strip. And a match. And that last bit doesn’t rilly fit, because it’s too much of an introduction.
Dating? When did that happen?
166- opps! I just took the begaing to make sence in the book. it should end with blacklight academy had lost once again.
sorry.
back in the locker room the rest of the team couldn’t understand how the captain wasn’t able to defeat the public school. as Zach stuffed his gear into his locker, he said he didn’t know ether. the next game is to weeks away, reminded ZAch as he put his pants on. we might win that he said as he put his shirt on. he was hopeful, he said as he left, that there would win that one.
he also knew that there were muse acdemy tests at the end of the semester, just before thanksgiving. he thought he might try to get a spot in one.
this therd is one of the fasted moving rrrs!
as Zach sat down in algbra he begain to talk to Kate, for the first time in a month.
“sorry.” Zach said
” what for?” said Kate sarcastically
“for everthing. not talking, mostly.”
“why did you not?”
” people were calling me a nerd a and a dork. because I went with you to that art thing.”
“so why did you lose yeasterday?”
” I hae no clue. it just happened.”
” well, just do you best again, two weeks from now, on the second high school. that team is better.
after they did there work they went out in to the hall.
“I hope you win.” Kate said, just before kissing him. not a long one, just Quickly, but Zach knew what it meant: they were back together.
***
during study hall, later that day, Zach told Kate that he had signed up for the end of the trimester exams at muse acadmey. He thought that she would like him for that, and he was right.
o.k.! 31 more words and we have 5,000!
” wow! and do your parents know?”
“yup. they’re fine if I change. they just sent me to blacklight because they saw it first in the prative school listings. I just hope I can make it. from what I heard thes tests are tough. I just pased here.”
“well, good luck.”
now, the hole story, up to the point we are at:
“Loser!” yelled the kid to Zach as he lad the last hit. Blacklight academy had lost once again. anyone in the small town of Coontus, Massachusetts, knew that backlight was the worst at fencing in the area. They never beaten anyone. so the team was manly made up of new kids. Zach was the champion in his old school in washington. He did not under stand how he could have lost. He could not understand it.
~~~
Zach had moved to Coontus Mass. from Washington for his dads job. His dad had received a job at Harvard. He was head of the janitors. Since he was just a janitor he received a salary of $1,000 a month. So Coontus was a good area for them to live. But the house they bought was in a bad neighborhood. So he went to Blacklight.
He had been there for only a short time before he began to hate life at Blacklight. He would snarl at the teachers, glare at the homework, hoping that it would burst into flames
Zach felt there was nothing at Blacklight for him to enjoy, even the fencing team was terrible.
~~~
Kate hated Blacklight. She’d been in the same classes with the same losers since kindergarden. When she was in grade 4 there had been no Blacklight HS, and she had been hopeful. She would go to one of the Five high schools in Coontus, because then there had been no high school directly in her area. She would have had a chance to leave these losers behind, maybe she’d make some friends. Kate wasn’t really a loner, she had friends. well, she had had a friend. casey had moved away after grade six. it was only then that Kate realized how little friends she had. Everyone was already in their little cliques, she didn’t know who to befriend. high school was new hope for Kate but that hope was gone. She was stuck with these losers for ever.
~~~
The bell rang. All the kids started to filter in through the doors. Zach didn’t really know what to do, he was pretty sure he needed to find the office, but where was the office? He couldn’t see any signs. Zach stood in the middle of the hallway. He felt like a deer trapped in front of headlights. His heart beat wildly, this was the worst he’d ever felt. First day of school and he didn’t know anyone, heck, he didn’t know where he was. The kids entering their classrooms jostled him. Zach tried not to panic. Breath, he told him self. try not to panic. He closed his eyes, it’s going to be okay.
“are you Zach?” a voice ripped through his thoughts.
”Uh-yeah” he managed to reply.
”I’m Billy, I’m supposed to take you to homeroom.
~~~
Homeroom was with Mr. bates. Mr. bates was a big fat man who always had a chocolate bar in his mouth. His hair was as greasy as snapes was in the movies. he had a beard and sounded monotonous. He told them that his class was time to get instructions for that days classes, so listen carefully. Zach started to fall asleep midway through. He could not believe how boring this was. It was just the same stuff that was in the handbook. “… and I have one last announcement: a new student is here today. His name is Zach. Zach, please choose a sport by P.E. today. “
“Why!†yelled Zach without thinking.
“ Because your mom put down sport and did not say what sport.†said Mr. Bates, not saying anything about Zach yelling.
“ Fine! I’ll do fencing!†said Zach
As they left class Billy said “ To bad for you. This school has never won a contest. To bad for you.â€
“ But I won all the contests at my old school.†said zach
“ guess your old school school never faced mighty muse academy. They have been the champs for the past five years. Never have they been defeated. They live in the next town over, lantus. They are some of the most self-centered people in the state. They were founded by a friend of the founders of this school. They are the best fencers in the state.â€
Luckily his first class was right across the hall, so he couldn’t get lost. Room 216, Algebra
Zach grumbled to himself, shoving his book bag under his arm. He walked carefully into the classroom, luckily one of the first people there.
He sat at the back of the class. He didn’t feel like attracting a lot of attention today.
Students piled into the classroom in a flurry of blue and gray, and took their seats.
A girl with dirty blonde hair sat down next to him. He glanced at her through his own hair, then looked back at the closed books on his desk.
She put her bag under her chair and looked at him skeptically. “I’m Kate.” she said. “Nice to meet you.”
Kate scrutinized the new boy carefully. He seemed to be a decent sort, but even so… She’d learned long ago to be careful with new kids. Occasionally they’d act natural for the first few days, but most of the time they sucked up to the teachers and then reverted to their natural states.
”So,” he whispered as Mr. Stegge started into his customary monolouge in front of the class. “Are all the teachers at Blacklight Academy this boring?”
”Yeah,” she whispered back. “Except Ms. Hawkins, who’s pretty cool. She teaches Physics.”
”You two in the back,” said Mr. Stegge. “Pay attention.”
~~~
They started to leave for there next class when Kate asked to see his schedule. They compared their schedules, and it turned out that they had 3 classes together: Algebra, World History, and Science.
~~~
Zach went to his English class, and Kate walked slowly to her locker. She spun in the combination, kicked the door, put in another combination, redid that one, and finally her locker opened. There was that gym bag staring her in the face. “I hate gym,” she thought to herself. Kate kicked the door shut and went to gym.
”Todaaay we will be plaaaying volleyball!” shouted Miss Mazzucco. “Kaaaitlyn, you will be a captain, Jennifer, you will also be captain”. Kate picked first. She pointed at a girl with short black hair. Jennifer already knew everyone’s name. For the next hour the girls played volleyball, though played may not be the word for it, as the only person who was any good was Dita, a short, spindly girl who could never stop talking.
Kate managed to avoid getting hit in the face, and rushed to change and leave the gym.
~~~
zach found english to be awful. they were studying irregular verbs. zach found this subject to be awful. so, it seamed, did the rest of the of the class, as about a fourth of the class was asleep.
Zach slumped into World History, rubbing his eyes and yawning. Yawns certainly were contagious. He slouched into the room and saw Kate already sitting in the back. He joined her, dropping his bag on the floor with a huge thump. The teacher, a short, skinny man with huge, thick glasses, jumped in his seat. Zach sniggered.
“So how was English?” Kate asked, unsure of what friends generally talked about. She assumed they were friends. After all, Zach had come to sit next to her.
“Incredibly boring,” Zach replied. “How was your class? You had PE, right?”
“Ugh, it was awful, as usual” Kate said, rolling her eyes. “We played volleyball. We all suck, except maybe Dita. And half of the volleyball team is in my gym class. They’re all just complete idiots”
“I hear you,” Zach said. “I must have met half the football team already at least. They’re brilliant at football, by all accounts, not that i’m terribly impressed with that. But they’re all so thick. Must come from crashing into each other all day. Although i’d imagine you’d have to start off as a bit of an idiot to do that in the first place”
Kate grinned. Finally, somebody who shared her secret views on the football team.
“You’d better not hear anybody saying that,” she said conspiratorially. “People are obsessed with the football team around here”
Zach shrugged. “Their choice,” he said. “I’d rather not bother with it. I fence. That’s a sport that requires some skill, at least”
Just then the bell rang for class to begin. The little teacher stood up and clapped his hands five times in quick succession.
“Helllooooo class, hello, hello, hello, well, this is world history and if you can’t tell, i’ve had quite a bit of coffee already, so let’s have a wonderful first class of the year. We’ll start by going around the room, names and an interesting fact about yourself. I’ll start. I’m Mr. Kettmann, i’m the coach of the fencing team, maybe we’ll win second place again this year, and extra fact-i enjoy poetry”
They did the obligatory round of the room. Zach didn’t pay much attention. He was sizing up the teacher, trying to decipher his personality, and what his coaching style was likely to be. Suddenly, he found Kate nudging him. “It’s your turn,” she whispered.
He stood up. He didn’t remember if the others had done this, and by the gasps and raised eyebrows, nobody else had. He didn’t much care. “I am Zach [forgot the last name], and i’m a fencer. I intend to win FIRST place this year,” he said, looking directly at the teacher. There was a ringing silence as he sat down. Then, all at once, the room erupted into a roar of laughter. Zach was shocked to see that Mr. Kettmann was amongst those snorting in derision.
“That’s the spirit,” the teacher said. “But obviously you’ve never heard of Muse Academy. Good luck trying to beat them, my boy. But you do seem determined, i think you could probably take the team to second with my help! We’ll work on it”
Zach couldn’t believe it. Every coach he’d ever had had insisted that they would win. Had no one any team spirit here?
**
as kate and zach walked out of world history and walked to science, kate knew that zach was worred about fencing.
” the first match is in a month.”
” A MONTH! I CAN’T BEAT ANYONE WITH JUST A MONTH OF PRACITE!”
” do not worry. It is just ageist the public school’s team. nothing to worry about.”
as they sild intot the last seat in science they put there names in the textbook, like they had done for the past 3 peroids.
” hello class.” said a cheerful voice from the front of the class “I am Ms.hawkins”
Ms. Hawkins was standing in front of a small black table upon which sat an empty water chamber, a bottle of liquid labled “flamable” and some matches. Most of the students were leaning forward instead of slouching back, interested by the set up. “This is Physics,” said Ms. Hawkins. “Today we’ll be going over the SI system of measurement. First though, my classroom rules are the same as those of every other classroom. Who wants to go over them anyway?”
The class groaned.
”I didn’t think so.” She poored a tiny amount of the flammable liquid into the water cooler, saying as she did so, “This is alcohol that I’m pouring in here. For those of you who haven’t guessed already,” she began to twirl the water cooler between her hands, “I’m making an internal combustion chamber.” She set the cooler down and picked up the box of matches. “Would you hit the lights, please, someone?”
A small, weedy boy with thick glasses stumbled to his feet and flicked the switch. “Thank you, Mr…?”
”Peterson,” muttered the boy.
”Mr. Peterson,” she said, nodding. “Now, watch closely.” She lit a match and held it in the opening of the cooler, then drew it away. For a moment nothing happened, and then the cooler emited a tiny blue flame and made a soft pffing sound. Zach was barely able to feel disappointed when their was a loud crack and a blue flame shot two feet up in the air. The class applauded, and the Peterson boy got up to turn the lights back on.
”Yes, very fun indeed, isn’t it?” asked Ms. Hawkins, laughing. “Anyone want to feel this? It’s still hot.”
After the students who’d gotten up to feel the cooler had returned to her seat, she turned and wrote on the board “SI: System International”.
”Alright,” she continued, “what could we measure about that cooler and the reaction that just took place?”
Kate was right, thought Zach. Ms. Hawkins WAS cool. She somehow managed to keep all 20 student focused on the SI system for the whole period. They covered everything, from temperature to light intensity to electric resistance. Zach found it all very interesting. By the time the bell rang he had nearly a page of note and another page of velocity and acceleration calculations.
Kate was right, thought Zach. Ms. Hawkins WAS cool. She somehow managed to keep all 20 student focused on the SI system for the whole period. They covered everything, from temperature to light intensity to electric resistance. Zach found it all very interesting. By the time the bell rang he had nearly a page of note and another page of velocity and acceleration calculations.
art was next, but it was just about were things were in the room.
he had study hall next, but as It was the first day he had no homework. he took this time to look up muse academy on the computers. he found this:
Muse academy, art of the future.
period one(days 1,3,5):music
period one (days 2,4,6): math
period two (days 1,3,5): art
period two (days 2,4,6): science
period three(days1,3,5):computers
period three (days 2,4,6) english
period four (days 1,3,5) P.E.
period four (days 2,4,6) history.
zach was happy to see this. how could people who change classes everyday defeat him?
Zach clicked around on MA’s website a little more. In the Athletics section he found a picture entitled “Muse Academy Fencing Squad 2006-07″
The members were wearing their jerseys and the front row people held sabers. Off to the side, their coach was holding up a trophy and smiling. The team looked completely different from the one at Blacklight. Their faces were confident and proud, like they were used to winning.
That’s the team I want to be on thought Zach. Then he smiled slightly. But since the chances of that happening are pretty much nonexistent, I’ll settle for beating them . . .
’course, the chances of that don’t seem much higher.
Kate walked into the library, a familiar head at the computers caught her eye and she walked over.
”Hi, Zach, right?” she said looking over his shoulder.
”Yeah, you’re Kate.” he replied blocking the screen from view, he didn’t want anyone to know about his daydream.
”Sooo…. watcha looking at?” Kate asked peering at the screen. When Zach didn’t respond Kate continued, “Muse Acadamy website. Wish I could be there.”
”Why can’t you just transfer?” asked Zach.
”You can’t transfer to Muse Acadamy, you have to audition. Unfortunately for me I was sick when the auditions took place.” kate paused whistfully, “but even if I got in there’s no way I could actualy go. It’s kinda far away and the comute is hell.” [should I not use hell? does it offend anyone?]
”Oh.” said Zach, visions of him wearing the MA fencing uniform smashing agains the cold gray rocks of reality.
The bell ran, and as Zach gathered up his stuff he thought that blacklight might win this year. His optimism lasted to the locker room. As he entered the gym, he knew that the fencing squad was lacking. Most of it was in his class was on it, but they wern’t the most agile bunch in the fencing world. As zach showered he started to lose hope of winning. how could they, with everybody else so bad? He was so upset he was only able to do mediocrity in his next class, witch was German. of course he alway did mediocre in German.
As he move on to his second elective, poli sci he was happy there was just a Questioner about what party you should be in. this was easy for him, as he all ready knew most of his opinions. after he finshed he started to read.
as the bell rang he rushed back to the locker room.
as he took off his watch, he saw he had only a minute to change. he changed as quick as possibly, but he was still a few seconds late.
Mr. kettmann was not happy but as it was the first day, he let him off with a waring.
”Helooooo, hello, hello to Blacklight Acadamey fencing!” buzzed Mr. kettmann at the team after talking to Zach. Zach looked around; most of the fencers were nerdish tipes who looked like their arms would break off if they tried to lift a foil
with both hands.
”We will begain with arm movments today!” yelled Mr. Kettmann in a odd manner. As they started Zach knew that he was right: hardly anyone could fight.
after a shower and a change, Zach started out.
As Zach trudged home he reflected on his day. It had been okay, Fencing had been weird, he had never met a school with so little enthusiasm. At Blacklight it seemed all people cared about was cheerleading, football and high grades. BUt everything wasn’t alll bad, Ms. HAwkins was pretty cool and Kate seemed like she would probably be his friend, they did have a lot of the same views. Zach turned onto Lumley Ave., the street where he lived.
dinner was good, and Zach was able to mutter past the “how was you day?” question. He ran up to his room and sarted to sleep.
he woke up to the new day, fresh from his dreamless sleep. He took a few pieces of tost for the walk, and started out.
he saw kate, coming up to him.
” how was it for the rest of the day?” asked kate.
” oh, fine, if losing all hope is how you define ‘fine'” said zach
” that bad?” said Kate
”worse” said zach With a smile.
***
Zach went in to homeroom, happy, at least for the moment, that he had nether P.E. Or Fencing today. Mr.Bates started off again, saying the same things he had said the day before. Zach went off to his locker, got his algebra book, and walked across the hall. The Fact there was thirty problems did not bother him. The fact they were all new to him did not bother him. He started to work, doing one problem at a time. He went to his locker as the bell rang, not caring what they were doing in English.
***
They were starting to kill a mocking bird in English. Zach started chapter 1 and found it good. The class read for the period, as much as they could. He had finished to chapter 13 and questions to chapter 12 when the teacher wrote the homework on the board:
Read as much as possible, answer the questions to were you ended, and tell me were you ended tomorrow.
Zach continued to read to the end of class, at witch time he was on chapter 18.
***
In history, with the book out, the class did a four page worksheet. As both Zach and Kate finished the thing early, not having the homework yet, talked.
“so, why did you brush me off outside?†asked Kate
“ look, I am hating it here. The teacher monologue, ask no questions, and then give us piles of work, then a pile of homework. The fencing team seems to just give up before they have started, and…â€â€¨Zach was cut off by Mr. Kettmann writing the homework on the board.
***
Walking to science, Kate keep asking him why he was so mad. Zach was unwilling to say. Science was as good as always, but it had a bit more work. Mrs. Hawkins saw that Zach did not seem happy. As her break was coming up, she asked what was wrong.
“ the fencing team is awful, not willing to do anything, mainly because they fell muse has beat them JUST by having a team.â€â€¨â€œ Muse is a odd school. It is, though, on of coontus finest. I have thought of changing to that school many times.â€â€¨â€œ Changing! Why?â€â€¨â€œ They have a great science program. Math’s good too. Not to much homework to grade, not to little to make sure the kids know what to do. Tests are every other Friday. Most kids have an A average.â€
Zach considered this. Compared to Blacklight, Muse academy sounded a bit like some sort of heaven on earth. Or at least, as close to a heaven on earth as one could get with an educational building. “Is it true,” he asked, “that kids have to audition to get in?”
”Well, I’m not sure audition is the right word, exactly,” Ms. Hawkins answered. “You have to pass three tests: Arts, Literature, and Random Tidbits of Information. The RToI is the most rigorous test, because, well, it’s kind of hard to study for, since it is, in essence, random.”
Zach blinked several times. “Random Tidbits of Information?” he asked, completely bewildered. How on earth could a school that required students to pass a test on factoids beat anybody at fencing?
”Well, yes,” said Ms Hawkins, the ghost of a grin flitting briefly over her face. “It’s part of their way of thinking, you see. They think that every interesting topic should be covered, not just what is accepted and used in most curriculums.”
Zach steered the topic back to fencing. “How long have they been fencing champions?”
”Oh, years and years.”
”So, do they have some kinda secret weapon, or what?”
Mrs. Hawkins laughed. “How on earth would I know? But I do know pretty much all the other schools that compete against Muse feel the way Blacklight does. No one actually competes against Muse anymore.”
zach walked into the library, ready for a double study hall. he stated his homework but he end that quickly. he went to the computers and started to look at the muse academy. he looked at the team, with, trevor, its captain, its mvp. he longed to be on that team. But who could pass a random test? Not him. He barley made it in to Blacklight.
zach exited out of the program, sad. he went to get a book from the library, his favorite , Terraformed. He looked at the back matter, for some reason, he had not read it before. then he saw something:
written by the kids at muse academy in coontus, mass, this is the 
zach throw the book to the shelf.
Zach was now completely bewildered. So, the Muse Academy students wrote books, won fencing competitions, had to pass a random test to get in, and switched classes everyday? What sort of school was that?
And even while he scoffed at the thought of such a weird school, he wanted badly to be part of it.
”I hate Blacklight!” he muttered. “I hate it!”
“Hey Zach, what’s on your mind?” Zach whirled around. Standing behind him was Kate. She smiled at him.
”Uh, nothing.” Her smile was kind of pretty.
”Are you free this Saturday?” she asked.
”Yeah, except for my date with a lady named homework.” replied Zach. Kate laughed, she had a pleasent laugh thought Zach.
”Well, my dad got me four tickets to an art show down town. My friends from my book club Elizabeth and Todd are coming but I couldn’t find a fourth person. I was kind of hoping you could come because I don’t want my dad tagging a long.” explained Kate.
”I can make it, I guess.”
”Great come over to my house at noon on Saturday.” Kate turned to leave.
”Wait- Kate, I don’t know your address.” Kate scribbled it on his hand and left. Zach stood staring at the blue ink on his palm. Finaly he shook himself and exited the library.
Zach felt weird. He was just asked out by kate, or was she just using him so her father did not have to come along. Zach felt a bit more that it was the first one. Well, now he had a girlfriend. so he guessed that he was doing O.k. at blacklight.
he headed to German, happy for a change.
That Saturday Zach headed out to Kates house. He wanted to arrive early but not too early. Unfortunately he arrived late and Elizabeth and Todd were already there. Kate oppened the door when he knocked.
”Hey Zach. I’m glad you could come. ” then she called back into the house, “He’s here guys get you’re coats on.”
Elizabeth and Todd seemed rather nice. Elizabeth didn’t talked much but Todd made up for her silence by talking non-stop. The four of them walked to the subway and got on the train. They headed south to the exhibition center where the art show was taking place.
“so, what type of art is this?” asked Zach
“Just some local artists” piped in Todd, “My Uncle has a piece on display, so we might see him here.”
”yeah, there’s everything from painting to sculptuer to collage.” Kate told Zach, “It’s pretty neat. There are two shows a year, one in the Spring and one in the fall.”
”That’s cool.” said Zach, wondering what sort of paintings there would be. He hoped there wouldn’t be modern art, mordern art was kind of stupid. Anyone could make it. You just needed paint, a canvas and some art critics who beleive that your work “has so much soul in it”.
They exited the subway and crossed the street to the exhibition center. It was a big old building, probably at one time a wearhouse but now bit’s and peices of new additions had been added to the building in a way that made it look like a piece of art itself. The group of them climbed the stairs and entered the building.
Zach was happy at what he saw. There was only one or two modren art peices, and they looked nicer than most types. he walked around with kate, sometimes holding hands. What could be more romantic than an art show for a first date?
Zach went ot school on monday, happy because he had a girlfriend. as he entered the building, tho, people started to laugh at him, calling him nerd and dork. When He asked someone why they were laughing the person said ” your dating the biggest dork in the school, Kate macontis. of course people will laugh it you!”
biggest dork? she doesn’t seem dorky. zach thought during homeroom.
Zach did not talk to kate during algebra. he when to music with out a word.
that’s odd. why would he not talk with me kate thought during P.E.
But it was the same the rest of the school day. Zach even went to P.E. early so she would not see him.
Zach went to fencing, unhappy but ready to fence. he was still the best there, but the rest were getting better. he was voted team captian, and was happy for that. for the next month, the team trained and trained for the game.
~~~
it was the day of the game. zach had just showered and dressed. he walked on to the strip and started. the boy layed a hit before Zach had time to get his sword out. the rest of the match went quick. it was down to the end in one or two hits. then “loser!” yelled the kid to zach as he lad the last hit. blacklight academy had lost once again.
back in the locker room the rest of the team couldn’t understand how the captain wasn’t able to defeat the public school. as Zach stuffed his gear into his locker, he said he didn’t know ether. the next game is to weeks away, reminded ZAch as he put his pants on. we might win that he said as he put his shirt on. he was hopeful, he said as he left, that there would win that one.
he also knew that there were muse acdemy tests at the end of the semester, just before thanksgiving. he thought he might try to get a spot in one.
as Zach sat down in algbra he begain to talk to Kate, for the first time in a month.
”sorry.” Zach said
” what for?” said Kate sarcastically
”for everthing. not talking, mostly.”
”why did you not?”
” people were calling me a nerd a and a dork. because I went with you to that art thing.”
”so why did you lose yeasterday?”
” I hae no clue. it just happened.”
” well, just do you best again, two weeks from now, on the second high school. that team is better.
after they did there work they went out in to the hall.
”I hope you win.” Kate said, just before kissing him. not a long one, just Quickly, but Zach knew what it meant: they were back together.
***
during study hall, later that day, Zach told Kate that he had signed up for the end of the trimester exams at muse acadmey. He thought that she would like him for that, and he was right.
” wow! and do your parents know?”
”yup. they’re fine if I change. they just sent me to blacklight because they saw it first in the prative school listings. I just hope I can make it. from what I heard thes tests are tough. I just pased here.”
”well, good luck.”
that didn’t work very well.
Problem: There was no prior evidence that they were going out.
174- there must have been people from blacklight at the ar show.
166- yeah, when i got kate to ask him to the art show with a group of friends it was suppossed to be just AS FRIENDS but then somebody assumed that Kate had asked Zach out, which she hadn’t.
170- nothing personal but this realtionship thingy is happening too fast and too early. i don’t think kate ever actualy asked him out (I did write that bit not intending it to be a date but whatever). I’m not angry or anything. I’m sure we can fix it later.
174- yes AGREED.
176- we will remove the kissing.
i really don’t want to have to say this, but before we move on we need to fix this. as in NEED TO FIX THIS. THE STORY CANOT CONTINUE IN THE STATE IT IS IN NOW! the thing is, there are a lot of dull parts and places that don’t make sense. at the end we skipped over an entire MONTH! i’m sorry for being so angry.
178- yeah, I was going a little fast. we’ll do a brief edit, and then continue.
I am changing this:
ate knew that zach was worred about fencing.
” the first match is in a month.”
” A MONTH! I CAN’T BEAT ANYONE WITH JUST A MONTH OF PRACITE!”
to:
“the first match is in a week”
“A WEEK! I CAN’T BEAT ANYONE WITH JUST A WEEK OF PRACITE!”
I took out the kissing at the end.
I removed the clothing revances in post 168.
well now, this thread successfuly died. i don’t really want to edit the thing and it doesn’t matter because no one cares *beats head against wall*
182- I’m sorry, it went too fast for me.
183- yeah.
184- i like you but this RRR just didn’t work and i don’t want to put in the time and effort to fix it because i’m really tired all the time and stuff. and yeah. it’s not working.
185- come back in november. take a break.
186- But November’s NaNo!
187- december.
this is so screwed up I don’t even think I can edit this. i’ve started but this is REALLY screwy.
189- That’s why I haven’t written.
I give up!
I agree. Shall we start over or just abandon the whole idea?
cappy had an idea on the suggestion box. we can just scrap this for now, and make this a crime investigation rrr theard. some one sould tell cappy…
193- That might be fun. I’d like to do a mystery RRR.
right now, it look good for Cappy!
If we do a mystery RRR, I would personally like it to be set in the near future. 2020 or so.
aw… am i the only one who hasn’t given up?…… *a tear drips down my cheek*
197- I am hoping for an acment of change to a crime rrr on the main page. GAPAs?
NOTE: tommarow I will destory the keepers draft. Please, GAPAs, close this theard!
I don’t know why it’s necessary to close old threads, but if it makes you happy…