Cara
After a hesitant second, I slowly got up and looked through the peephole in the door. The next instant I jerked it open, to reveal Matt standing outside, laughing like crazy. "That was SO not funny, Matt!" I yelled. Lucy looked pretty steamed too. She stormed forward and poked him hard in the chest.
"HOW COULD YOU!" she screamed. "You scared me to death! I thought we were goners"
"Hey, it was just a joke!" Matt protested, holding his hands out defensively. I had to pull Lucy back before she did any serious damage. "Cool it, Luce. He's sorry. Aren't you?" I said, giving him a significant look. Matt nodded, but he still had an impudent look in his eyes.
Lucy's parents invited him to stay for dinner, and he readily accepted. Matt ate like it was back in the twenty-first century and we were about to run out of food from overpopulation and the gas-guzzlers wasting everything. While we ate, Mom and Dad talked about Mr. McTavish's new campaign to try and get more city people to join us, appealing to their hedonism.
"Apparently he thinks that if we can convince them that the more things they throw away, the sooner they are all going to die, they will want to listen more," said Dad, raising a bite of salad.
"Well, I don't know that it will work," said Mom. "Sheldon has got lots of propaganda going on that we're a bunch of dirty scavengers without any scruples or personal hygiene. It sounds like he's just grasping at straws."
I thought about that. The cities had propaganda about us? That meant that Sheldon thought we were a threat. Good! I hoped he did. Danielle interrupted my thoughts by asking, "Mom, can we go back to the dump quickly? I want to find some tap shoes. Can we, Mom? Pleeeaaaassseee?" She squinted up her eyes and made a puppy-dog face.
"Not tonight, Danielle," said Mom. "But you and Lucy can go in the morning." Lucy made a face, but she knew that arguing was out of the question.
"I'll go with you," said Matt and I at the same time. That's the way it is with us. We do everything together, without question. Matt's dad doesn't really care what he does, and of course my real parents don't. Or if they do, it doesn't matter, since they're dead. It's kind of sad, but it's my life.
Monday, March 1, 2010
Friday, February 12, 2010
Meticulous analysis of a movie
I just recently saw the movie of Percy Jackson. I must say that I am rather disappointed. They left out major characters, put in scenes that didn't exist, and left out ones that did. The writer of the script is an incompetent nincompoop with no respect for appropriate plot lines. Mom will probably say I'm exaggerating, or being too critical. Ha!
Sunday, February 7, 2010
Freegans part 2
Lucy
When we got back to camp, Matt went to where he lived with his dad, and Cara and I went to our camp. Since Cara doesn't have a family, she lives with me, and has even gotten into the habit of calling my parents Mom and Dad. It's kind of funny. She was shuffling her deck of cards, and I looked at the sweater. It really was kind of pretty.
"Uh-oh," I said suddenly. "What is it?" asked Cara. "I forgot to get something for Danielle. She's going to have a meltdown," I said, rolling my eyes. Danielle is my eleven-year-old sister, and she's prone to be very emotional about the silliest things. It's kind of annoying. Scratch that: it IS annoying.
"Hmmm," said Cara. "Do you think that she would like a pack of cards?"
"I doubt it. She has been wanting me to find her a nice pair of red tap shoes. I don't know why."
"Maybe she wants to learn how to tap dance."
I smiled. The idea of Danielle, who is almost as clumsy as I am, tap dancing, was so incredible that I couldn't possibly imagine it.
My other siblings are Andrew, age fourteen, Monica, age seven, and Ricky, age three. All of them seem to enjoy driving me absolutely crazy. There are times when I swear Monica is evil. No, I'm not kidding! She has attacked me with a baseball bat when I haven't given her her way!
Andrew, Danielle, and Ricky all have blond hair that most girls would give their own right arms to have, but I don't care that much. Even though I hate my hair, I wouldn't want it to be blond. Cara just doesn't care about hers. If it were up to her, she wouldn't even bother to brush it in the mornings. However, I usually make her.
Sure enough, Danielle was shocked and horrified when I didn't present her with a pair of lovely red tap shoes. She made big, artificial tears swell up in her eyes. My own rolled, as I turned and called for Mom to come help me. When she heard about the situation, she said, "Danielle, you know that you don't need tap shoes. They're ridiculously impractical, and besides, there's nowhere to dance in them here. They'd only sink in the mud."
"But-but-but I WANTED them!" Danielle wailed. "Ssh, you'll get them someday. Now please don't act like Ricky right now. Come and help me with dinner."
"Thanks, Mom," I said as she ushered the annoying debutante out. She smiled and winked slightly. When they had gone, I turned to Cara, who during the meltdown, was sitting on the ground playing solitaire with her new cards. "How do you do that?"
"Do what?" she asked without even looking up.
"Just sit there patiently and play cards like that! We are in danger of being ratted out, and you act like nothing happened!"
"That's because nothing DID happen, Lucy," Cara said.
"But they saw us! They knew we were Freegans! They could get us captured by the police!"
"You're being all upset over nothing. There is no way they could find us-" Cara was interrupted by a pounding on the door. A voice yelled, "Open up! This is the police!"
When we got back to camp, Matt went to where he lived with his dad, and Cara and I went to our camp. Since Cara doesn't have a family, she lives with me, and has even gotten into the habit of calling my parents Mom and Dad. It's kind of funny. She was shuffling her deck of cards, and I looked at the sweater. It really was kind of pretty.
"Uh-oh," I said suddenly. "What is it?" asked Cara. "I forgot to get something for Danielle. She's going to have a meltdown," I said, rolling my eyes. Danielle is my eleven-year-old sister, and she's prone to be very emotional about the silliest things. It's kind of annoying. Scratch that: it IS annoying.
"Hmmm," said Cara. "Do you think that she would like a pack of cards?"
"I doubt it. She has been wanting me to find her a nice pair of red tap shoes. I don't know why."
"Maybe she wants to learn how to tap dance."
I smiled. The idea of Danielle, who is almost as clumsy as I am, tap dancing, was so incredible that I couldn't possibly imagine it.
My other siblings are Andrew, age fourteen, Monica, age seven, and Ricky, age three. All of them seem to enjoy driving me absolutely crazy. There are times when I swear Monica is evil. No, I'm not kidding! She has attacked me with a baseball bat when I haven't given her her way!
Andrew, Danielle, and Ricky all have blond hair that most girls would give their own right arms to have, but I don't care that much. Even though I hate my hair, I wouldn't want it to be blond. Cara just doesn't care about hers. If it were up to her, she wouldn't even bother to brush it in the mornings. However, I usually make her.
Sure enough, Danielle was shocked and horrified when I didn't present her with a pair of lovely red tap shoes. She made big, artificial tears swell up in her eyes. My own rolled, as I turned and called for Mom to come help me. When she heard about the situation, she said, "Danielle, you know that you don't need tap shoes. They're ridiculously impractical, and besides, there's nowhere to dance in them here. They'd only sink in the mud."
"But-but-but I WANTED them!" Danielle wailed. "Ssh, you'll get them someday. Now please don't act like Ricky right now. Come and help me with dinner."
"Thanks, Mom," I said as she ushered the annoying debutante out. She smiled and winked slightly. When they had gone, I turned to Cara, who during the meltdown, was sitting on the ground playing solitaire with her new cards. "How do you do that?"
"Do what?" she asked without even looking up.
"Just sit there patiently and play cards like that! We are in danger of being ratted out, and you act like nothing happened!"
"That's because nothing DID happen, Lucy," Cara said.
"But they saw us! They knew we were Freegans! They could get us captured by the police!"
"You're being all upset over nothing. There is no way they could find us-" Cara was interrupted by a pounding on the door. A voice yelled, "Open up! This is the police!"
Thursday, February 4, 2010
Freegans are not free
Here is a serial. I think I'll write a chapter for each one. Let me know what you think of this.
Cara
"Trash diggers!" one of the boys yelled at us. I winced, pretending not to be hurt by his insult. Lucy and Matt did, too. "We prefer to be called garbage collectors!" I shot back. Just because these gas guzzlers lived in the city, and drove fancy cars, they thought they were better than us.
In response they began calling all kinds of unrepeatable names. One of them even threw a beer can at us. Matt nonchalantly reached out and caught it. "Thanks!" he called to the loudmouth who had thrown it. "Hey, Freak-ans! How is it living out in the dump?!" another loudmouth jibed, before breaking out into obnoxious laughter. It was then that we decided to leave. It wasn't fair. These stupid consumerists hated us, just because we were Freegans.
For those of you who have never heard of Freegans, let me clue you in. They were organized many years ago, before 2010, even. It was in the the really old ages, the '90s, I think. These people realized that society was wasting its time by making lots of money just to buy stuff that it didn't even need, and throwing away perfectly good things just because they were out of style, or bruised, or whatever. The Freegans decided to do something about it. They began 'dumpster diving' to retrieve all the things that consumerists had thrown away, and keep using them. We also believe that living in a house is a RIGHT, not a privilege, and that people shouldn't have jobs, because their purpose is to get more money to spend on things that you don't need, like big televisions, cars, and other types of technology. We're a bit like the old Amish people, before they were exterminated when we got Anthony Sheldon as our president.
The only reason why he didn't get rid of the Freegans too was that he couldn't FIND us, since our leader, Angus McTavish, led us underground, so to speak. Now the world has two groups: the gas guzzlers, who live in the cities and are all glamorous, and the Freegans, who live on honest work from growing gardens, and look after the earth. Basically, we're going to hopefully outlive the consumerists when they kill themselves. At least, that's what Dad says.
Back to me and my friends, a lot of people who see the three of us together think that we're related. We all have messy brown hair (Matt's is short, of course), light skin, and are really tall and scrawny. However, Matt has brown eyes, Lucy has blue eyes, and I have green eyes. I also have freckles, while Matt and Lucy are both kind of tanned. Other than that, we are pretty similar. We all like to read the same kind of books, and have similar interests. Oh, and we're all Freegans.
That day we had gone to the town dump to see if we could salvage anything. Lucy found an old tea kettle, and I managed to get a hold of a pack of playing cards that was in still in good condition. Matt had just grabbed an old rubber tire that still looked good (What he would need it for I had no idea, since Freegans don't drive), when those gas guzzlers drove up and began taunting us.
Lucy was frowning. "Do you guys think it was a good idea for them to see us? They might tell someone, and then we'd get in big trouble." Lucy is pretty much the worrywart in the group. She's always nervous about something. I shook my head. "I wouldn't be too concerned. They're just a bunch of consumerist punks with a sports car."
"But how can you be sure, Cara? They might come back," she whimpered. I snorted, and then picked up an old blue jacket that matched Lucy's eyes.
"This might fit you, Lucy-it just needs to be washed," I said.
As we headed back to our houses, I reflected on how we had become friends in the first place. I didn't have family, Matt just had his dad, and Lucy lived with her parents and four younger brothers and sisters. However, we were all relatively around the same age. We had gone to school together, and become friends when we had worked together on a project about the Civil War. That was when we were seven. Now we were sixteen, and closer than ever.
Cara
"Trash diggers!" one of the boys yelled at us. I winced, pretending not to be hurt by his insult. Lucy and Matt did, too. "We prefer to be called garbage collectors!" I shot back. Just because these gas guzzlers lived in the city, and drove fancy cars, they thought they were better than us.
In response they began calling all kinds of unrepeatable names. One of them even threw a beer can at us. Matt nonchalantly reached out and caught it. "Thanks!" he called to the loudmouth who had thrown it. "Hey, Freak-ans! How is it living out in the dump?!" another loudmouth jibed, before breaking out into obnoxious laughter. It was then that we decided to leave. It wasn't fair. These stupid consumerists hated us, just because we were Freegans.
For those of you who have never heard of Freegans, let me clue you in. They were organized many years ago, before 2010, even. It was in the the really old ages, the '90s, I think. These people realized that society was wasting its time by making lots of money just to buy stuff that it didn't even need, and throwing away perfectly good things just because they were out of style, or bruised, or whatever. The Freegans decided to do something about it. They began 'dumpster diving' to retrieve all the things that consumerists had thrown away, and keep using them. We also believe that living in a house is a RIGHT, not a privilege, and that people shouldn't have jobs, because their purpose is to get more money to spend on things that you don't need, like big televisions, cars, and other types of technology. We're a bit like the old Amish people, before they were exterminated when we got Anthony Sheldon as our president.
The only reason why he didn't get rid of the Freegans too was that he couldn't FIND us, since our leader, Angus McTavish, led us underground, so to speak. Now the world has two groups: the gas guzzlers, who live in the cities and are all glamorous, and the Freegans, who live on honest work from growing gardens, and look after the earth. Basically, we're going to hopefully outlive the consumerists when they kill themselves. At least, that's what Dad says.
Back to me and my friends, a lot of people who see the three of us together think that we're related. We all have messy brown hair (Matt's is short, of course), light skin, and are really tall and scrawny. However, Matt has brown eyes, Lucy has blue eyes, and I have green eyes. I also have freckles, while Matt and Lucy are both kind of tanned. Other than that, we are pretty similar. We all like to read the same kind of books, and have similar interests. Oh, and we're all Freegans.
That day we had gone to the town dump to see if we could salvage anything. Lucy found an old tea kettle, and I managed to get a hold of a pack of playing cards that was in still in good condition. Matt had just grabbed an old rubber tire that still looked good (What he would need it for I had no idea, since Freegans don't drive), when those gas guzzlers drove up and began taunting us.
Lucy was frowning. "Do you guys think it was a good idea for them to see us? They might tell someone, and then we'd get in big trouble." Lucy is pretty much the worrywart in the group. She's always nervous about something. I shook my head. "I wouldn't be too concerned. They're just a bunch of consumerist punks with a sports car."
"But how can you be sure, Cara? They might come back," she whimpered. I snorted, and then picked up an old blue jacket that matched Lucy's eyes.
"This might fit you, Lucy-it just needs to be washed," I said.
As we headed back to our houses, I reflected on how we had become friends in the first place. I didn't have family, Matt just had his dad, and Lucy lived with her parents and four younger brothers and sisters. However, we were all relatively around the same age. We had gone to school together, and become friends when we had worked together on a project about the Civil War. That was when we were seven. Now we were sixteen, and closer than ever.
Wednesday, February 3, 2010
Book review
Just recently I finished reading "Catching Fire", a book in the new Hunger Games series. It takes place in a futuristic society, where the United States has become a new country, with a Capital and twelve districts surrounding it. Every year or so, because of an old rebellion, each district has to send in a boy and girl between the ages of 12 and 18 to the Games, where they will then engage in a fight to the death. Is it just me, or is making teenagers kill each other until only one is left alive one of the sickest things in the world?
It also involves your typical sappy love story, with the boy and girl from District Twelve being in love, or supposed to be. Other than that, I rather like it.
It also involves your typical sappy love story, with the boy and girl from District Twelve being in love, or supposed to be. Other than that, I rather like it.
Tuesday, February 2, 2010
Is anybody out there?
He-lloo? Am I the only person who ever reads my own blog?! Come on, people! I only started up this thing because I thought it looked like fun, and it seemed like a good way to get in touch with other people! If nobody ever contacts me, then it's kind of pointless, you know! Read my blog! Pleeeaasssee!
Saturday, January 2, 2010
There is TOO an Arizona!
I am going on a trip to Arizona. While there, I plan to see the Grand Canyon and the O.K. Corral. I've read about the former, and first learned about it in an episode of Star Trek. It sounds kind of interesting, but it's also kind of sad that Tombstone's finest feature is that some gang members who didn't like each other got in a fight and shot one another to death.
The Grand Canyon also sounds very interesting. It's a giant red rift in the ground, and has probably the same amount of romantic value as Niagara Falls.
The Grand Canyon also sounds very interesting. It's a giant red rift in the ground, and has probably the same amount of romantic value as Niagara Falls.
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