DiamondAssassin3

Michael was a below average 10 year old, he wasn't the smartest kid in his village, nor was he the strongest. But he had a passion, he loved reading! He wouldn't stop! It activated his imagination on a levell, he didnt believe existed anywhere else! He is a curious, brave young boy, bordering the line between brave, and stupid. His everyday wear consisted mostly of red jackets (which he wore so much, they started turning grey), camo tracksuit pants, and a colourless top that he wore, mostly because his mother wouldn't let him out of the house without it. Whiskers was an average household cat, she chased mice, drove herself up walls, tore cur

Dear diary, I barely passed my physics exam at the university today. Throughout most of the test i sat there worryingly staring at the ceiling, hoping to get my train of thought up and running. And with five minutes left on the clock i have only one more answer to do. It is the hardest question on the test. That fact only made me stress more. 4 minutes pass. "60 seconds and counting" the teacher yells. Even more worried i continue stressing. "30 seconds left." Almost got it... "10 seconds!" Hold it... "5!" I start writting the answer down. "4!" Come on! "3!" "2!" "1!" "DONE!" I yell excitedly at the same time as; "TIME UP!" ------------------

We did it! We finally got our own island! After we left home and got on our ride, Sam and I had a little chat. "What do you mean you worried about something? This is great! Weve been waiting for this moment for years!" I exclaim ecstaticly. "Look, im sure its nothing, but that guy seemed like he really wanted to get rid of his island,its not even a little suspicious to you?" After this point I turn around dramatically, but after seeing his clear lack of appreciation for my superior acting skills, i go silent.

“look son, every one of those twinkling lights?” “yes papa?” “those are all suns, not unlike our own, circling in a spiral shape around the milky-way” “ooh that sounds delicious, what flavour is it?” The father laughs and ruffles his son’s hair “the flavour of exploration” The words of his father echo in his mind, and for a few minutes he lay motionless with his eyes closed on his bed. He eventually gets up and shambles to his bedside table where a photograph of his father holding a rifle stood, the background consisting of an eagle and the american flag. “papa…