The Game

The Game

The noise of Jack’s alarm clock had been going off for the last three minutes. He didn’t feel like getting up for school, he wanted to time-travel to the baseball game later. After another three minutes went by, Jack finally got up to go take a shower and eat breakfast.

“Whats up Jack?” asked Jack’s father.

“Nothing much,” replied Jack.

“Well, you better be ready for your baseball game later because your coach called and said you’re pitching today,” stated Jack’s father.

“Why is coach making me pitch? I pitched last game,” cried Jack. “Coach won’t stop making me pitch.” Jack walked over to the refrigerator to grab an ice pack for his arm.

“I don’t see what the big deal is kiddo, he just wants you to get into a good college for baseball,” notified Jack’s father.

“Whatever,” muttered Jack as he walked over to the closet to grab his book bag and his baseball gear. Jack walked out the front door to drive to school in his 1970 Corvette that his dad customized. As he pulled out the driveway, his dad called him telling him that his coach has gotten a few letters from a few colleges.

Once Jack got to school, he was greeted by a few of his classmates.

“Whats up?” asked Fred as Joe, Austin, and Brady followed him.

“Nothing much, my dad and coach are still riding me about going to college,” replied Jack. “I just wish my dad would just watch me play, and not try to find things I did wrong.”

“Well, don’t let it get to you, remember this is the most important game of the season,” reminded Austin.

Jack, Joe, Austin, Fred, and Brady all walked together to each of their classes because they all have the same classes. During the middle of class, Jack was pulled out of his Literature class and greeted by his coach in the office.

“I wanted to know if there was something wrong with you,” smiled Jack’s coach.

“I am feeling good, but my arm isn’t feeling up to its best, It hurts to move it, even ice won’t really help it,” notified Jack.

“I don’t want any whining from you,” snapped Jack’s coach. “Now you’re going to pitch that whole game, Oregon is going to be there watching.”

Coach was pacing back and forth, looking at Jack with a look of desperation.

“I don’t know….,” said Jack with a worried look on his face.

“Don’t ever say that to me, you are our whole team, and are going to win us the championship!” screamed Jack’s coach.

“Jeez,” sassed Jack, “What do you want from me?”

“Get out of my office,” yelled Jack’s coach.

Jack stood up from his chair and walked over to the door, swung it open and ran out.

Later that day, after school got over, Jack and his squad went to the locker rooms and changed into their uniforms then headed towards the baseball field. Jack almost always played catch with Joe because he was the catcher for the team. Jack went through the warm-ups trying to get his arm feeling good.

It was finally time for the game to start, and Jack wasn’t feeling up to it. His team was up first to bat against the Cowboys of Arlington, and they had a good pitching staff lined up against them. Jack was fifth up to bat, and coach wasn’t wanting him to do anything but pitch.

“No!” stated Jack’s coach, “you are not hitting tonight.”

“Why, I have a 30 percent hitting average,” urged Jack.

“Ok, do whatever you want, I don’t care,” moaned Jack’s coach.

Jack went out and into the on-deck circle waiting for his turn to hit. Jack was zoning off when all of a sudden a foul ball was barreling straight for his head. Jack tried to dodge it, but it hit him in his neck, and he fell like bricks to the ground. Jack’s parents rushed out to the field screaming asking for someone to help him.

“How many fingers am I holding up son?” asked Jack’s father. Then Jack’s father inspected further, and saw that the ball had shattered his jaw.

“Oh my god, call the hospital!” Jack’s mother screamed.

Jack’s mother tried to wake him up, but Jack wasn’t able to sit up. Jack finally opened up one of his eyes and tried looking around. He tried talking, but his jaw was mangled up, and he couldn’t talk.

“Mum,” Jack whispered, “What happened?”

“You got hit in the face with a baseball,” replied Jack’s mother. “Don’t try to talk though honey.”

Jack pushed his jaw up, and he thought he could still play the game. He tried standing up, then he tripped on the bat that he was using, and hit his head hard.

Jack was pronounced dead a week later from head injuries, and was remembered as the best baseball player in Texas.

Poetry

Celebrities

From the Pacific Ocean,

to the Atlantic,

there are celebrities everywhere,

from Robert Downey Jr,

to Christian Bale.

The old Betty White,

to the young blood,

Justin Bieber.

Dead Bob Marley,

to the newborn baby of Prince William’s.

To the never stopping bad movie maker,

Adam Sandler,

and Sylvester Stallone.

The fresh music of Taylor Swift,

now heavy metal of Fall Out Boy.

The legend of Iowa,

John Wayne.

Now the wrestling legend,

Dan Gable.

The crazy Miley Cyrus,

and the crazy old Charlie Sheen.

Now the older people,

Chuck Norris,

and the wise Morgan Freeman.

The dead celebrities,

Paul Walker,

Michael Jackson,

and Bruce Lee.

The young blood,

Ariana Grande

her name sounds ba-nay-nay.

With Selena Gomez we have,

David Henry,

and Jake T. Austin.

50 cent,

and Bobby Shmurda,

with Sean Kingston.

Rob Schneider,

Rob Lowe,

and Rob Dyrdek,

but don’t forget,

Ronaldinho.  

Arnold Schwarzenegger,

Russell Crowe,

Cristiano Ronaldo.

Lionel Messi,

Landon Donovan,

and Neymar Jr.

Antonio Brown,

Antonio Cromartie,

Anthony Davis.

Michael Jordan,

Larry Bird,

and Shaquille O'Neal.

Tim Howard,

Clint Dempsey,

Andres Iniesta,

and Cam Newton.

Patrick Willis,

Patrick Peterson,

and Larry Fitzgerald.

Jerry Rice,

Steve Young,

and Randy Moss.

Jack Swagger,

Jackie Chan,

and Jack Nicholson.

Prince Harry,

Prince William,

and Prince Royce.

Tupac Shakur,

Eminem,

Lil Wayne,

and Big Sean.

MattyB,

Chris Brown,

and Rihanna.

Lebron James,

Charles Barkley,

John Cena,

and Iggy Azalea.

My first football game

My First Football Game

One morning I was sleeping in, and I thought nothing was going to happen that weekend. Then my dad walked into my room and woke me up. He didn’t tell me what for, he just told me to get dressed and put on a Kansas City Chiefs shirt. After I put on my shirt, I walked down stairs with my parents, and my siblings were waiting for me also wearing Kansas City gear.

My brother Tyson looked like he was about to have a seizure because he was so excited. My brother Donovan and my sister, Alisa, were sitting on the couch waiting impatiently for what the news was, just as I was wondering what we were doing all dressed up in Kansas City Chiefs gear. My parents came walking in after going to the Country Store to get some gas and some snacks.

My mom abruptly said, “Everyone listen up!”

“We are going to be going to the Kansas City Chiefs game today,” added Trent.

My brother and I started jumping with joy over the news that we get to go to a football game. My brother Donovan was doing whatever he does, and my sister wasn’t really a chiefs fan in the first place, but she still was excited.

“Alright get what you need and go get in the car,” Trent stated.

“Don’t bring stuff you don’t need,” Melissa Demanded.

“I know mom,” I replied.

“Why do we have to go to the stupid football game,” blurted Donovan all of a sudden.

“Because we want to do something nice for you guys,” replied Melissa.

Once we got buckled up and ready to go, my dad pulled out of our driveway and took off to Missouri. During our trip to Missouri, Donovan started complaining saying things like I’m bored and why are we doing this.

“Shut up! and be quiet,” I screamed at Donovan for being so annoying for more than half of the trip. He gave me a weird look, and then he turned away and closed his eye for the rest of the trip. My mom turned to check on us, and saw Tyson, Alisa, and Donovan Asleep, but I was wide awake because I wanted to see the stadium first.

“Wake up everyone we are almost there,” said Melissa.

“What?” yawned Tyson.

He woke up to see the Chiefs stadium being packed full of fans. Just as fast as he fell asleep, he got up to get a better look at the field. Donovan, not even caring, got up wanting to be home playing video games, just as he always does. Alisa she didn’t really care either, she probably want to also be at home just as much at Donovan.

Once we found a close spot to the field we went to go and get our tickets scanned, so we could get into the stadium. We got out of the car, and I was the first one out anxious to get into the stadium. “Alright guys stay close, and don’t get lost,” stated Melissa.

“Yeah we know,” replied Tyson.

As we started walking over to the field, there was a bunch of guys wanting to sell merchandise and tickets. After we had worked our way to get our tickets scanned; we got in, and tried to find our seats.  

“Wow!” said Donovan as he started looking around at everything.

“Yeah Donovan its pretty cool,” said Trent. We started looking around for our spots, and I was just looking around at everything.

“Up there,” said Melissa pointing at the row we are supposed to go and sit at.

“Race ya!” said Tyson as he took off up the stairs to get to our seats. Then I took off after him, trying to beat him to our seats. I almost caught up to him, but he had to far of a head start.

“Beat ya,” said Tyson as he was standing by our seats. As I went to go sit down, my parents came walking down also to sit in there spots. Donovan was sitting on the other side of me, and my dad was on the other side of Donovan. Then, Tyson, Alisa, and my mom were sitting on the left side of me.

“Alright, if you guys need to go to the bathroom now is the time,” stated Melissa.

“I need to drop one!” Tyson said abruptly. Later the game started, and Kansas City wasn’t doing to hot. Matt Cassel was not doing his best, and everyone wanted Ricky Stanzi to come in.

At the end of the game, there were these Buffalo Bills fans that were bad mouthing Kansas City Chiefs fans. They got into a long argument, and it went on until the game was over and the team that won was the Buffalo Bills. “So, how did you enjoy today?” asked Melissa.

“Matt Cassel sucks!” I screamed.

Murders

Murderers

The first murderer was an old, wrinkled man that stood at ten feet tall and didn’t have a name. He had a cane to help himself walk because he was too tall. He had an eye patch because he doesn’t like to see his victims out of his right eye. The ghost lived in an old, rusty shack that made him look small. He had a big basement to play with all of his victims. He only goes after people that have been drunk driving because they can’t see him coming.

The second murderer is a fat, chubby clown and his name was Mike. He had big shoes with spikes, so it would be easier to step on children. He had an awful laugh, to scare the kids into a coma. He lives in a car, but not just any car, it was a tiny car. A car that had Anacondas for seatbelts, and his victims as his seats. He likes to sleep in the back, so if people try to jack him; they would be getting hacked.

The third murderer is an old woman that is not taller than Jordan, and has a name worse than Isabella. Gretchen, a name that makes you puke in your mouth a little bit. She likes to lewer children with making the best chocolate cake. She gets the children fat, then pops them like zits. She lives in a small shack right outside of town, but she goes into town to lie to the children, and make them go with her to her house.

The fourth murderer is the weirdest of all with a scaby face and a swollen eye. He didn’t have a name, so the townspeople called him Saul. His house was weird with all of the drawing that he made of him murdering. He likes to pretend to be a cop, so he can put his victims into his car that way he can speed up and hit the breaks and send them through his windshield. But the weirdest thing of all is, he lets you go if you pay him in Trident Layers.

The fifth murderer is a normal looking guy at day, but at night he turns into a shadow of the dark. His name was Lester, and he lived a normal life. His height was average. But when he sees the sun go away, he moves to the closest dark alley waiting for people to pass by, and become his next victim. He doesn’t have a home, and he lives off of the money that he earns from his night job.

The sixth murderer is the woman of darkness as people like to call her. She wears all black, and always has her face covered. Nobody knows what she looks like. The only people that get to see her face are the ones who are not living anymore. She lives only in complete darkness, and the only time you can get a glimpse of her face is when you see her adding a new victim to her list. The only way to escape from something you can’t see is to use a flashlight.

The seventh murderer is a master of disguise because he can hide using whatever is around him to escape the cops. He use to be an artist when he was college which seems dumb because there is no career in being an artist. An artist was what he wanted to be once he was done getting good at painting. He also robs banks because he is almost impossible to see when he is cloaked in his disguise. He only murders people if they cough right in front of him because it is gross.  

The eighth murderer was a former accountant until he won the lottery. He won a million bucks. You would think he’d spend it on himself, but instead he used it to, murder people. He would do it in a special way that took a lot of thought to do. He smashed them with the money! Yes, smashed them with the money. He would put them in a box, and he would dropped the whole load on them.

The ninth murderer is a dump truck worker that takes out trash, you know. He puts bodies in the back of the load and smashes them when there is enough in there. He covers up the bodies by putting trash over them. But, for some reason he doesn’t smash you if you set out the garbage correctly.

The last murderer is an english teacher by day, but at night he is murdering all of the innocent grades of the sixth period by giving all of them an F. He has a metal ruler to make loud noises to hurt their ears with. But for all of the other classes he gives the kids all A’s, and watches the fifth period class sit there in place while they receive their F’s.

The Case of Ebola

The Case of Ebola

Deputy Grover woke up one morning to the sound of his walky-talky going off. He answered it and said,

“What the hell is going on, and why did you wake me up at three o’clock at night!”

“There have been reports of people feeling sick after they seen a shadow run out of the room.” , said the voice from the walky-talky.

“Ok, i’ll be down there in 20 minutes,” replied Grover.

Grover got out of his bed, he looked like he was going to fall asleep. But he had to go and do his job, or else he would get fired. He walked down the stairs, and saw his wife Janet was sitting in her favorite seat watching tv. Grover walked over to Sally and asked,

“What are you doing awake?”

“I couldn’t fall asleep,” Sally replied,

“Well why don’t you go to bed.” She nodded and gave Grover a smile and walked upstairs. Grover slowly got on all of his gear and walked out the door with authority, and went to his car. It was a old police cruiser Grover named Sally, but it was about done with, and needed to be scraped. It took a while to start and Grover started to get frustrated. Then it start, while huffing and puffing smoke everywhere.

“This piece of crap car needs to be dumped,” said Grover angrily.

Then Grover got going to the crime scene, and saw the dead body being hauled off. Grover slowly got out of his car and asked,

“What happened here?”

A deputy came up to Grover and said,

“The victim is female ,and was found dead in her apartment with a vein popped open.” Grover stood there in disbelief, looking at the lifeless body of the victim.

Then, Grover asked, “What else was there found on the victims body?”

The deputy replied,

“We found traces of a virus called Ebola that comes from West Africa.”

“Anything else?”, asked Grover,

“Yeah, There was a syringe over in the dumpster.” , replied the deputy.

Grover went to inspect the body for any further evidence, when Grover found markings of a Ebola virus. Grover stepped back and said,

“This is all I need for now call me if you find anything else.” Then, Grover walked over to his old car, and drove off into the night. Grover thought, how am I going to get a guy that is as sneaky as a rat.

Early the next morning Grover woke up to the sight of his wife sitting there looking at him with a weird look in her eye. Grover sat up and asked,

“What's the matter Sally, were you out too late again?” Sally just sat there and kept on staring at him until, she pulled out a syringe. Grover reached for his gun and said,

“Are you the criminal, that killed the innocent women last night.”

“No, but I found this in the garbage this morning,” replied Sally.

Grover was sitting there in disbelief, then it hit him. What if the man came in here and infected his wife or himself.

“Honey let me check your arm,” said Grover quickly. She held out her arm and to his surprise, there was nothing there. Then, he checked his arm without any hesitation to see. The mark from the killer before and a little hole where the killer injected the Ebola virus.

Grover sat there staring at the mark of the killer, he felt like throwing up. Grover fell and hit his head on the headboard, but he didn’t care about the pain. His wife, Sally, went over and looked at what it was, and then she broke out in tears. Grover sat there waiting until his time was to end when he realized, he should have already died in his sleep. Then he sits up and says,

“Honey get my coat, I have a criminal to go and put behind bars.

Grover suited up and called in to the office saying,

“I would like to start a manhunt for the person that is giving people Ebola.”

“Why, we already caught him,” said the secretary. Grover dropped the phone and turned around to see his wife holding a gun.

“Hey, Sally, you don’t have to do this.” , said Grover,

“Yes I do.” , said Sally.

“But why?” , said Grover with a worrying look in his eye.

“Because, you don’t treat me the same respect as you do with the your stupid-old car.” , said Sally as she started crying.

Grover slowly walked over to her and said,

“You know that isn’t true, and that didn’t mean that you had to go and kill those other people.” Sally handed Grover the gun, and Grover put it on the ground.

“I killed them because they ate all of my Kentucky Fried Chicken.” , said Sally. Grover stood there with disbelief thinking, well you don’t take any persons Kentucky Fried Chicken. Grover looked at her without saying a word they both went to get some KFC.

Once they were there, they looked at their options and thought do I want the Deluxe pack, or the buffalo wings.

“I’ll take a nine piece set of buffalo wings, please.” , said Sally.

“Hmm, I don’t know, how about the Deluxe pack” , said Grover. Then, they both walked over and picked out a seat, and went and got their drink.

They talked until they were called up to get their food, and sat and ate there until they were finish then went home.