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At 6/3/10 07:48 PM, gamekillereater wrote: No, because I live in a country that has no mosquitoes.

:Wow, your lucky

Anyone been bitten by a pesky mosquito yet because it's warm? I have and my legs are itching like crazy!

Donuts. I had some today, and they tasted just as good as your box of cookies. I haven't had those in a long time.

Sure, when I was little, I wasn't really nice. I wasn't a bully either, but really, I didn't talk to anyone. I didn't like school. My teacher always found out ways to get me in trouble, like picking gum off my shoe or something.

I'm the only one other than my friend that help me who can keep the grape from shattering to pieces. If it does, our world would not be the same. People would be running around screaming as the monsters attacked them.

Me, I'm Sam. I'm 11, and my power is the fire. I got fire because a monster shot some fire at me. Surprisingly, I didn't turn bald or burned or badly wounded, etc. My friend named Hank has powers. He got them from his last encounter with a monster. He has glasses and blond hair. He's taller than me, too. He's got no home. When he was a baby, his mom abandoned him, leaving a teardrop on his cheek. People have always tried to tell Hank that she had something to do.

Hank can now shoot ice. Anyway, a monster attacked him and shot ice at him. Just like the fire bounced off me, the ice bounced off him, without a mark.

Luckily for me, it was Saturday. I was sleeping in. I heard some yelling. It's the neighbors, I thought. They're always yelling for their dog to "come here." But I started sweating, and I couldn't fall back asleep. When I got up, my breath tasted disgusting and my hair was all frizzy from the sweat. There was no time for combing it. I woke up Hank(by the way, he's an orphan, and my mom brought him home) and we ran to the sound.

As I had suspected, there was a big monster. He was cruel in every way. He had four small eyes and points all over his belly. He was lying down drooling with his belly facing us. Hank froze him. Stuck in an ice cube, the monster thrashed around in there, drooling all over and trying to get out. We saw him scratching. Then he pulled a trick. He said, "Oh, please help me Sam." A tear rolled down his eye. I didn't know if he was faking or not.

"Please! You don't know what I've gone through! I want to be good!" His eyes looked cute and sad. "Snap out of it, Sam!" said Hank. I followed his directions and stopped. I released my fire. That was dumb, because I had only partly snapped out of it. He ran away, laughing evilly.

To be continued....

lol

no maybe my friend can but not me I'm always the goalie when i play

Yes, Family guy has lost it. I didn't even like Family Guy, but once when I turned the TV on there it was, in the blinding light. It was actually pretty good. But now, a few years later, it's dropped like ice cream on the ground.

vote0 on bad flashes till everyone does
vote2,3,4, or 5 on flashes till everyone does and the score is raised then you get a save point its easy

well thats embarrassing

Alaska and StephonsWierdWorld

one of van halens songs i don't know the name of it

Glasses, a computer, and books.

Poozy is...a moderator, duh. I don't know how he got it after he treats all of you like this, but he's just a moderator or a newgrounds user.

Um, ew. Get a doctor.

Definitely not. After how much my economy is ruined? No thank you.

Sorry for all the other people calling you a troll. There's no deleting the troll's post. You'll just have to find a way to shut them up.

is doing that even allowed?

OK people here's my story. Please note that the POV is Kyle, and it's not me.

I'm a regular 13-year-old boy. And I'm not saying this because "further on I will be a superhero". I'm saying this because basically, that's what I am.
Many people in my life bully me. I don't care, but usually I fight back anyway. I've been sent to the principal's office many times because I proceed the fight that's started. My principal is an irregular principal who tortures any kid who comes in there. It's a girl, and that's not good because boys can't hurt girls but girls can hurt boys. Usually, she whacks you with a stick. Nobody in my class has enough guts to call 911. Plus, they never have any proof. Once, I called the police to take her to jail, but the principal totally lied. She acted real sweet and put her stick in her hat. The police searched in the drawers, but apparently the principal was too smart.
I was running alongside the pink school bus(mostly, only girls are in the school I'm in), and when I got close to the fumes I had to my hold my breath. If I couldn't hold my breath long enough, I'd cough and sputter, and find that the bus had sped ahead. The girls were throwing gum wrappers at me, and the boys just sat there trying to convince the girls that boys rule, and the bus should not be pink. When I got to school, I was coughing and wheezing.
You see, my school is pretty fancy. I can't believe my parents can actually afford it. Doormen open the doors, and the walls are painted, with no paint peeling off the walls. A speck of dirt was not allowed in the school, so you had to wipe your shoes on the mat so you couldn't get any dirt inside. But lots of people have broken the rules anyway, and they still don't pay the price. There's no homeroom, you just stay in one single class and take bathroom trips every hour of the day, even if you don't have to go.
I wiped my feet on the mat, then entered. Then, I got the glimpse of my life. A girl was talking in a group with other girls. Her hair was sleek and dyed blue. I was in love with her the first time I saw her. I ran to class before she could look at me.
I sat in my seat. Then when everyone came in, the girl with the blue hair sat in the seat next to me. She said her name was Jean. I blushed and said, "Umm umm deh."
Suddenly, we heard a loud crash, and heard the patter-patter of something hitting the floor. Without warning, me and my class ran to see what happened. Someone else's class was smashed with a huge wrecking ball. There was a hole in the ceiling. Everyone in the class was fast enough to run in the hall. My teacher looked up at the machinery through the hole. "What do you want from me?" said my only nice teacher, with tears in her eyes.
To be continues in Part Two....

Oh goody! A hating contest! What I don't like about you is that you make assumptions. I didn't even KNOW I had 7 posts.

I loved the ring tone one. Lol cool.

You're right. Poor dudes.

I know right?

Hah. It's his nickname.

Why?

It's all in the title. What would you like to change or be added?(The "be added" wasn't there because I ran out of space.) Me, I'd add some more account features. What about you?

You have to have Mozilla or Google Chrome. I tried it today and it worked! But there is a bug with IE, so don't try it.

I loved this story! I hope it is continued! Though, I think your title should be a little more promising if you want more people coming to see this story. I liked the somewhat cruel plot and the cliff-hanger ending. Write more! :D

Anyone want to collab on a picture of Tails? Or even, a comic? Sonic, Amy, Knux, and Cosmo included?