The Floushinder 2!!!

Until then, I hadn't realized the sky was dark, and gray clouds hovered over the lake. I didn't want to go back home, but I didn't want to be out here either. For a few minutes I considered going back to my warm, cozy home, but then I decided against it. I would wait out here until the storm passed. I watched the clouds move across the sky, but new ones just kept coming. Soon, a shower of water fell from the sky. I sighed, and decided I would wait just a few more minutes before I headed back. I picked up a bone from the mouse skeleton I had missed. Surprisingly, the wood was fairly easy to carve into. In the water soaked sides, I carved MEADOW. The letters came out crooked and twisted, but it was good enough for me. Now it was time to go back to shore. I groped around in the dark, for my paddle. It wasn't where I had left it under my seat. I twisted and ran my hands all over the soaked boat, but it wasn't there. I breathed shakily, "maybe I dropped it while I was stopped, and didn't notice". I thought to myself. But if i had dropped it, wouldn't I have heard a splash? Beads of perspiration sprang up on my forehead. "I'll just have to use my hands." I thought to myself. I gingerly dipped my hands into the cold, murky water. "This isn't so bad," I told myself reassuringly as I propelled the craft toward land. The rain had intensified, and the freezing darts beat on my head like it was a drum. It was a shallow lake, and I felt my finger graze the bottoms a few times. By now, my clothes were soaked, and the rain was so hard, I could barely see the shore through it. Suddenly, I felt my numb fingers brush up against something. I froze, and whipped my hands out of the water. I put my face close to the water, and strained my eyes. There was something dark laying against the light yellow bedrock. It wasn't moving, so I tentatively reached down again. I grasped the thing, and pulled it out of the water. It was my lost oar. I stared at it with a bewildered expression. I had still had my oar farther into the lake, what was it doing here? I decided I would save my questions for later, because the boat was starting to fill with water. I rowed the rest of the way to the shore. My mother and sister rushed out of the house, with a coat sheltering their heads, as I pulled the boat to shore.
"Derik Lander Smith!" My mother said cried crossly when she reached me. "Don't you ever do that again mister, I-" She was cut off, as I wrapped my arms around her and January.
"Ewe!" January cried. "You're all wet!" She pulled away, and ran back to the house. My mother and I ran after her.

Cell phones

My mom just got a new iphone, and I really like it and stuff, but what I don't really get is why you would need all that stuff on a cell phone. It has internet, youtube, weather reports, online games, and some of the old cell phone stuff. And, it was like $500, yikes. Cell phones are kinda taking over. Some people have a phone plastered to their ears for atleast five hours a day! I rarely use my phone, but my friend has hers wherever she goes. She even brought it to the pool once! I just think people should get off the phone, and do something more worthwhile, like actually going over and paying the person a visit, maybe even going to lunch or something. That's much more than you can do on a cell phone.

Just a Little Thing

Everyone is writing little things on their blogs, and I think I'm gonna try it.

I agree with DancyPants, when they say that people don't need really expensive clothes to be fashionable, or popular, etc. I also like to wear flipflops, like larry. I don't think I'm gonna try it, but unicycling sounds fun, unikid. Well... I guess that's it, I don't really have anything else to talk about, and I think I'll just start a new post.

The Floushinder

There was something out there, I just knew it. I watched the lake for a few more minutes. I thought I saw a flicker, then realized it was a floating log. Sighing, I picked up a long stick, and started to draw in the moist dirt. A circle, wait, it was a heart, and now I was writing inside the heart, in big letters, MEADOW. I even loved the way her name was written, with long, graceful letters. I tried to write it in different fonts, Meadow, Meadow, Meadow. It was like some sort of trance; soon I was surrounded by her name.
“Derrick!” I looked back at the house; my mother was standing in the doorway with my baby sister Olivia in her arms. “Supper’s on the table.” She told me. When she noticed the old bent stick I had in my hands, she pointed to the ground. “Put it down,” She said with a slight smile. “And wash your hands at the spigot before you come in.”
I threw the stick into the deep woods surrounding the lake. I heard it hit something, probably a tree trunk, and make a hollow thud. The spigot was on a cleared dirt patch of land, placed in a deep wooden trough. The interior of the trough was coated with rubber glue, to keep the wood from rotting. I pulled the handle on top of the metal spigot, and cold, clear water gushed out. Grasping the rough homemade soap in my hands, I rubbed it between my hands, till they were covered in big white bubbles. When I had rinsed and repeated, I shook my hands out, and then wiped them on my brown trousers. When I slipped through the door and quietly closed it behind me, my family was already seated at the table. When I sat down, all the chatter abruptly stopped. At first I didn’t notice, then, when I noticed them all staring at me, I looked to my mother. “What?” I asked. I heard January, my older sister, breathing deeply next to me, and Olivia looked between her mother and me, clearly as confused as I was. “Why are you staring at me?” I said sharply. My mother dabbed at her lips with her napkin, though there was nothing there. Now I felt angry, why were they ignoring me? I stood up and roughly pushed my chair under the table.
“Where are you going?” My mother asked, in an anxious voice.
“Nowhere.” I said as I walked through the door, and let it slam behind me. Now I was running, running towards the lake. We had an old wooden craft, it was soggy and olive colored now, but it still floated. At least while I was out there my family couldn’t seize me, and haul me back to a soundless dinner. I had one row; the other one had disintegrated, and lay sprinkled along the bottom of the boat. I threw out an old birds nest, and the carcass of a mouse as I pushed it through the spongy mud. When I made it to the edge of the lake, I didn’t feel getting into the disgusting boat anymore, but I kept going and pushed it into the water. After I climbed in, I tried to row, but the boat was swamped in the squishy mud at the bank of the lank, so I got out again and pushed until I could feel the sand and rocks under my feet. I jumped into the boat and rowed until I was far enough into the water where I was sure my mother and January couldn’t creep up on me.

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YAY! I got my blog, and now im just checking if it works for me. Here are some random pictures that I thought were cool.