Backpack

Imagine having to have to be jostled around on the back of these tall imature sweaty things called teenagers. Well that was my life i was not a exuberante abckpack more like a over depreassed backpack well you know its not fun sitting on the back of teenagers all day long. But i was quite a plain backpack nothing special just a black and red backpack that was stuffed with smelly stuff called food whcih humans eat and all these big books that rip my seams. This is quite annoying but thats all i ever knew i have picked u a little bit of the human speech i know my teenagers name is Nathaniel and many people call him ginger i think this is because his head looks like the food called carrots. But he like to sit n me i thought this was an evil thing to do but he probaly didnt think that i had feelings in my body but whatever that is ok i know his sanity is no longer intact so i will let this slip but i think that i woudl like to just be one of the backpacks thta sit on racks but oh well.

Hockey

He came blazing round the corner knocking the breath out of me we both dropped our gloves and went at it fist flying at each other after 2 minutes we were both flabbergasted and gulping air. But this wasn't over far from it. After 5 minutes of bloody noses and a few broken knuckles we were both sent off the ice i was foaming with rage and was ready to punch something. I threw a heated punch at the wall and felt my knuckles crack inside of my hand. I got a surcharged suspension for 2 games. I took off my gear and thrust my stick on to the shelf then i went outside and started my Nissan Skyline up and reved the engine up i sped away from the parking lot.

I went to a movie and felt the movie screen hypnotis my body. After my suspension i went to my first game back against the L.A. Kings. As the game started i savagely dashed for the puck and let my shot rip towards the oppositions net it turned out to be a crapshoot as i called it ( found out later that its actually a type of game in Las Vegas).

Then it happened so fast i don't exactly know how it happened but we had a 4 on 3 powerplay and i was sitting in the box waiting those last few seconds so that are team would have 4 players.As i crashed out of the box i saw the Puck glide past the defenders and right on to my stick. I shoved my skates as hard as i could and blasted off to the L.A. net i saw Jonathan Quick ready for the shot. I faked my shot then flicked it top right corner to my despair i saw the puck glance off his blocker but the rebound came straight back to me this is time i deeked and let the puck glide straight into the net. As i saw that florescent red light lite up it was like a light shining down from heaven. After that game the general manager offered me a 1 year contract for a flabbergasting 2.9 million dollars.

Noodles

Ever seen a steaming bowl of soft and squishy noodles just waiting to be eaten. The coolest thing about noodles is that you can eat them dry, in soup, or with a sauce. Noodles taste plain till you add a nose itching sauce witch entices your body into eating them. My best memories with noddles would probably having a Edo Japan Terayiki chicken order for the first time the have the noddles which they dress with an amazing terayki sauce which changes the personality of the noodles from a timid taste to a firecracker in your mouth just a drip alters the taste. Soup a simple recipe that has been around for centuries many flavours have been created from that simple compound of water, noodles, and seasoning.

Noodles are in pasta so what are noddles made of well there usually made of wheat but really it depends on the type of noodle. Well then this also means that there are different types of noddles available such as white, whole grain,. But my worst experience with noddles was one time i spilt My whole bowl of soup everywhere i did not like that. But overall noodles are a pretty amazing creation now i wonder who created noddles but i do quite like noodles and there warm smooth taste.

Scaredy Boy

With sweating palms beet red cheeks and butterflies rocking in my stomach i slid open the door to GMS and almost fainted. Oh hi there my names Jax im 12 years old an I'm the most fearful person in the world a few of my fears are Large groups of people, Heights, and some of my many phobias are hippopotomonstrosesquippedaliophobia which is the fear of long words and Octophobia which is the fear of the number 8 now back to my story. As i entered the school i saw a huge group of teenagers hanging out in a group i just about lost it there i barely resisted the urge to turn heel and bolt back to my house. I ran up to the class list and found i was assigned to Mr.CocaCola i had heard bad things about this man but oh well i was stuck with him. ( the weird thing about Mr.CocaCola is if someones drinks Coca Cola in his class he makes them pour it down the sink). As i entered class i saw Mr.CocaCola who greeted me with a nod of his head. It was at that moment that i saw it looking me down it was the number 8 it was on the chalkboard my heart started to beat 10 times faster i couldn't keep my fear under control i had to go i grabbed my backpack and bolted home as fast as the flash. As i barged into my house i sat on the couch and took a breather it was then that i knew that i had to conquer my fears. The next day i wrote a number 8 on a piece of paper and looked at it over and over it took all my will but i noticed that after a while it got much easier to stare at the number and after the day was over i noticed that 8 was just like any other number to me. No came my biggest fear the fear of groups as i walked to school that day i walked in and went to class the dude i sat by was named Nathaniel i found out he was an ok mellow guy. Later on at lunch break i went to go meet a few old friends but i saw they were in a group my palms started getting sweaty and my heart started beating faster but i pushed self and joined the group and found out that i was actually accepted. The next day i decided to make a schedule a for myself here is a copy of it.

7:00 getup

7:45 stare at number 8

10:00 hang with friends at school.

3:15 head home

6:00 have supper

7:00 talk to friends

9:30 go to bed