OK, so I had to write this essay story thing for my grammar. I just felt like putting it up on blog. The title of the story is I was the hero. Yes, a beka grammar is very annoying. :D



I was the hero

I am going to tell you about one of the most incredible experiences of my life. Wait, I am afraid that you have been terribly confused by the title by publisher made me put on this article. I was not the hero. Most definitely not. In fact, I was the complete opposite of "the hero." I was the "un-hero." Who the hero was, is actually a quite discussed topic all over the world. But I will let you decide for yourself, who was the hero.

It all started one boring, lazy, summer day. It was 10:23 in the morning, and I was quietly creeping into my brothers room. With a fog horn. It doesn't take a genius to figure out the rest. By 11:00, I had been unceremoniously dumped in a dumpster outside of the YMCA. Regrettably, I was stuck there. I could have done several things at this point. I could have screamed for help, while plotting revenge against my brother. I could have shrieked like a girl, and pounded on the walls until I got out. I could have cried like a baby, and thrown trash around, making as much noise as possible. I did it all at once. I stopped after about 1 minuet. Well, you try screaming, plotting revenge, shrieking like a girl, pounding the walls, crying like a baby, and making as much noise as possible, all at one time. It is tiring! And, I heard a voice. Yes, I, Colin Smith heard a voice in the dumpster outside of the YMCA.

STOP! You may be on your way to come and pick me up, and drive me to the hospital immediately. Please refrain yourself. I don't need to go to the hospital. The voice wasn't telling me he was my dead ancestors. Nor was the voice telling me that I was about to be sucked up by aliens. The voice said
"OK Bob, we are ready to proceed with plan Pink Prancing Unicorn." You may still think that I am crazy. Please don't judge so quickly! I am not! Because, I know something you don't. I know, that the voice was coming from a walkie talkie.

I fished around for some time in the dumpster, until I found the walkie talkie. I decided to play along with my brothers prank. Once I finally found the walkie talkie, I talked into.
"Proceed." I said. To this day, I wish I had not made the grievous mistake of saying "proceed." Because as soon as I said that, the dumpster started to move. Terrified, I screamed in a terrible panic, afraid that I was going to be dumped into a trash truck, and my bones pulverised into dust. No such luck. I stopped moving up, and started moving forward. Bracing myself against the wall, I could hear screams of other people. Sounds of screeching trucks, and the sound of braking glass. The entire ride was a terrifying confusion movement, smelly trash being thrown in my face, and absolute lack of sense of direction. Finally, I was set down. I grabbed a stick, and knocked on the roof, trying to break out. All this time, Mr. Prancing Pink Unicorn was screaming
"NOT YET!" In the walkie talkie. Finally I broke out. The sounds of confusion and shouting that I had heard outside of the dumpster stopped. I heard nothing, as I climbed out. Finally, I could see over the edge of the dumpster. The sight was shocking. Several men dressed in black were holding guns up to people, who were dressed in fancy clothes. Outside of the building I was in, there were several police men. The sight of me, a young boy, coming out of a dumpster, holding a wooden stick with a banana peel delicately balanced on the tip, was enough to make the evil vagabonds stop. And that second delay was enough for the police to come in. I was hailed a hero! I had stopped one of the most daring bank robberies ever!

But I don't think I was a hero. The only time I ever accept the title of "Hero" is when my brother tries to take credit for the whole thing, since he threw me in the dumpster in the first place. That is the only time. Lets remember, that all I really did, was get thrown in a dumpster, answer a walkie talkie code, take a terrifying ride in a dumpster across main street, crash through glass doors, and stop a armed robbery. That is all.

Summer

So, summer is coming really soon, and I have been making plans for what to do. I was afraid I was going to be really bored. Beth might get a job, and who knows what MJ will take on, so I felt left out, and terribly afraid that this summer was going to be very very very very dull.

But then I had a brilliant revelation! *music*

OK, I had several. First of all, to start the summer, the Carlsons are coming out, and HOW COULD THAT POSSIBLY BE BORING?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?

And then, I realized, that a week will be taken up with Camp Hope, and then in late august/early september, we will be on vacation. But, there is still time where I have the potential to be bored.

So I am going to do several things.

1. I am going to learn how to play the Guitar. We are borrowing one from a friend, that never stays in tune overnight, but it will work. And eric has promised to teach me.

2. I am going to make a massive book list. If you have any suggestions, please let me know. I am almost done with reading a historical fiction series from Grandma, that is absolutely amazing! So, I wanna read more historical fiction. So, send in book ideas! I wanna get a lot of reading done this summer!

3. I am going to work hard on piano. My piano teacher told me that I need to keep playing through the summer, so I will. I really like music, and playing the piano is deffinetly fun.

4. Whatever happens. Swimming at lakes, getting together with friends, the usual. I won't let this summer be boring.

So, if you all have any suggestions on what I should read, or do this summer, let me know!

Signing off
-KT

Love is not a victory march

"The only sound was the furious scratching of my pen, and the gentle breathing of everyone else. No, that wasn't really the only sound. The night was full of sounds. Aside from the typical sounds of the night; birds, wind, creaking, there was the sound of the night itself. Heavy and peacful. Still, and there. The sound of silence if you will. It was that sound that kept me awake. The Sound of Silence kept me awake. Maybe I WAS going crazy!"

I'm kinda hyper right now, and in a ranting and raving mood.

I am going to be perfectly honest to you. This post is going to be all about myself. It isn't really a change from the rest of my posts, but oh well.

MJ is getting ready to go to Running Start next school year. I am going to be left completely alone! Not really, but no older sisters at home all the time! I should be thrilled, but I am scared. Scared that I am going to be bored out of my mind, and the girls won't be there to tell me what to do, and to annoy me. It isn't like they are leaving for ever, but they are going to be gone for most of the day.

OK, so this post is going to be really random, and probably make no sense. Fair warning. Here it goes:

Aside from when the Carlsons are out, this summer could be extremely boring

I'm tired of feeling left out

ugh ugh ugh
yah
so
um


I get my braces off in a week!

Beth cut my bangs the other day!

You know what is really funny? OK, our friends, the Geyers moved to South Carolina a year ago. When they still lived in Washington, Mrs. Geyer gave me clothes from this her boss's kids. Well, I got some of those clothes yesterday, from Dr. Bacon, who is Mrs. Geyers dad. The clothes are so typical. Super small, brand names like abercrombie and aeropostale. Some of the clothes still have the price tag on them, and have never been worn! I wonder if they think I have a really bad sense of fashion, and send them to be, or they just randomly buy clothes, and then discard them.


The other day, I put a shirt on, and felt really skinny. I wasn't super skinny, but I felt fine! I was comfortable with how I was. Later I weighed myself, and was about 130. Great. I'm the heaviest I have ever been in my entire life, and I feel the skinniest. I am going crazy. Oh well :D I guess, I feel fine. I'm tired of TRYING to be skinny. I am not fat, I know that, but I am . . . .. sturdy.



Well, I need to go blow dry my hair, and my new bangs that Bethany cut the other day :)

"It's a separate peace
a place all on my own
I feel a little closer to home
I close my eyes
and block out the noise
it's just me
in my separate peace"


Bye!
-Katie







"Enough about me, what do you think about me?"
-I had you fooled for a sec, didn't I. You thought I was going to stop talking about myself! hahahahaha not a chance! ;)-