Currently Listening Love Is Strange By Mickey & Sylvia see related

Hello Lacronia.

Night fell upon the unsuspecting neighborhood of Lake Dow as a thick darkness consumed the light. The streets were deserted and all had returned to the comfort of their homes. A calmness had overtaken the neighborhood as if all its legal citizens had laid down to rest. But the only illegal citizen that had remained overlooked by the slumber of Lake Dow and its people was the world renowned “Border Hopping Mario Castro Quioness.” Such a dark night and peaceful night was lit up and corrupted as the fires of hell shown through his wicked gaze.

            There stood Mario awake among all the Lake Dow citizens that had dozed off. Mario’s parent had already joined in the peaceful rest of Lake Dow and Mario had full access to his parent’s belongings. Mario knew this so he grabbed the keys to his mother’s 4-Runner and headed outside to the drive way. Mario knew about the laws of driving without a license, but if Mario had cared about laws he would still be under the heavy fisted dictatorship of Fidel Castro and living in Cuba. So Mario started up the vehicle and proceeded to drive illegally. Mario rode all throughout Lake Dow and vandalized a house with toilet paper. He did his sinful dead with no regrets, but did them for his own heinous pleasure. Mario got back in the car drunk on his own malevolence and laughed scoffingly back at the rolled house. As the immoral actions intoxicated his body an idea entered Mario’s head. Mario thought to himself, “What if I ring the doorbell and then hide so I can watch the whoever lives in that house react to my clever prank?” The idea floated around for a while and then landed agreeingly back into Mario’s mind. A malicious smile sparkled across his grimacing face. No one knew of a normal man being so appallingly sinful unless it was a demon possessed man, but Mario had no demon possession. Strict orders had been given by Satan himself to his evil spirits not to posses him because no demon could bring such horrific transgression to the world like Mario Castro Quioness could. As the idea settled itself into Mario’s mind Mario took his plan to work. Mario giggled under his breath as he walked past the toilet paper hanging all throughout the yard and made his way to the front door. Mario was so consumed with evil that he could barely stand, but he went up the porch stumbling all the way to the front door. Mario slowly moved a finger to the doorbell, but he then quickly pulled it back and giggled one last time at his genius idea. Apparently someone was sitting inside near the front door and had heard Mario’s giggles. A man got up and said, “Is someone there?” Mario heard the voice which caused him to giggle loudly with excitement. Mario saw the man walking toward the door, but Mario still wanted to carry out his master plan so he rang the doorbell just as the man reached for the doorknob. Mario began to laugh out loud as his plan had taken full swing. Under the influence of his own iniquity and unstable because of his now uncontrollable laughter Mario’s leg hit a plan sitting on the front porch. Mario and plant came crashing down. Mario laid there rolling and laughing as soil covered his body. The man had now opened the door. He looked out in his yard as a stunned look came to his face, but his attention was then drawn to an even bigger mess. He looked at culprit’s laughing face and recognized it. As he watched the drunken Mario he said to him, “Don’t you baby sit my children?” The man’s voice caused Mario to realize that he had forgotten the most important part of the plan, which was getting away. Mario stopped rolling and laughing and took off running away from the shocked man who was now joined by his wife and two kids because they too had been awaken by the laughing. The man yelled to Mario angrily, “I’m calling your mother and you’ll never baby sit my children again. Mario just ran and looked over his shoulder and yelled while laughing, “I tricked you!” Mario got in the car with his adrenaline rushing all throughout his body. Mario laughed and pointed at the man and his family as he started up his car. Mario put the car into drive and floored it while still laughing and pointing. Mario had gone only five feet when he looked at the man and his family with a big smile across his face and yelled, “ I tricked-!” But Mario’s sentence was stopped just as fast as his car because he had ran off the road and into a tree. Mario had floored the car and had been looking at the man and not at the road which resulted in a 35 mile per hour crash into a tree. Mario laid there unconscious on the steering wheel. The family stood there stunned as they had watched their baby sitter vandalize their house and crash himself into a tree. The husband and father of the family sighed as he looked at all the mess Mario had caused. Suddenly Mario began to stir. He blinked rapidly as is mind came back into its usual functioning. Mario then looked at the rolled house and at the surprised family. Their astonished reactions caused Mario to laugh again and yell, “I tricked-!” But a late airbag came flying out of the center of the steering wheel and knocked Mario unconscious for a second time. This second relapse of pain being brought upon Mario caused the husband and father to laugh. The wife saw her beloved husband laughing so she also began to laugh and the kids saw their disciplinary figure laughing so they also began to laugh. Soon the whole family was laughing at the expense of Mario’s hurting. They all looked at the unconscious Mario and smiled and laughed and then the wife looked up at her husband and said with a smile, “He is a funny little Cuban isn’t he?” The husband heard her words and looked with a compassionate smile at Mario. Then one of the children looked up to the father and said, “Daddy, can Mario still be our baby sitter, he makes me laugh.” The compassion that the father now had toward Mario caused him to look down at his child and nod and say, “Yes sweetie, of course he can still baby sit you.” The child then looked up to her gracious father and said, “I love you daddy.” A squeak came out from the wife and a tear ran down her face and the entire family joined in group hug as Mario still lay in the wrecked car unconscious. The whole family walked back into the house tired and all laid on the couches and floors had a slumber party as a family. Two hours later a ring of the doorbell sounded from outside. The family awoke and answered the door together. There stood Mario with a blank stare and he said in a panicked voice, “I woke up outside cold and in pain and I don’t remember who my parents are.” The family took Mario’s cry for help as humor and they rolled there eyes with a smile and said sarcastically, “Your so funny Mario.” The family grabbed Mario’s shoulders and escorted him to an empty sleeping bag on the floor. Mario was terrified and confused as he joined the family in their slumber party. But for the first time Mario was accepted by people. All his life he had been looked as the bad kid. But now he had found something that no stunt or wrong doing could destroy. He had found the love of a family that accepted him for who he was. Even though he was the man after Satan’s own heart he knew that even that would not change the love that he had found. The love of a family.

Currently Listening Gone With The Wind: Original Motion Picture Soundtrack By Max Steiner see related

Dedicated to Tammy Godfrey. “Thanks for all the memories.”

Last year at school was my first year at Community Christian School (CCS). When I first came into my homeroom class on the first day of school the teacher came up to me and asked me to choose an elective class for my sixth period. He handed me a  list of electives and the choices were Art, Yearbook, Art, or Xtreme Art for the Xtreme artist. CCS is very proud of their art program. But seeing the choices that laid before I checked the box next to yearbook, hoping that it would teach responsibility and the values of teamwork. I looked at the box I had checked and was satisfied with my decision so I handed the elective sheet back to the teacher. The teacher grabbed it and said, "Ah, Marcus, you've selected year-" The teacher stopped mid-sentence and slowly looked from the sheet to me. He had a confused look on his face and then he tilted his head sideways and said with a bewildered look on his face, "Marcus, it seems you've accidentally checked the yearbook box, well that’s okay I have more elective sheets so that you can try again." I then responded to the teacher, "No sir I want to go to yearbook." The teacher looked at me like I had lost my mind. He then looked around to make sure no one was listening and then motioned me to lean closer toward him. I leaned closer as he spoke into my ear and said, "Marcus, I’ve heard the tales of this yearbook class and legend has it that there's this lady they call Old lady Godfrey, and she verbally abuses her students and makes them memorize lines from Gone With the Wind." "And if you don’t like her type of music such as, Gone With the Wind soundtrack directed by Max Steiner, or a tape of herself performing a Gone With the Wind play." The teacher then sighed heavily and looked at me almost teary eyed and said, "And on that tape of herself she plays every character in the entire performance." The teacher's hands began to shake as if he was reliving the listening of Old lady Godfrey's tape of herself performing every character. I finally rested a reassuring hand on the shaking teacher and said, "Sir, I think I can handle it." The teacher then began to scream, "The O' hara family!" "The O' hara family!" I shook my head and walked away unknowing of what this yearbook class would have in store for me. 

            The day continued and finally fifth period came to a close. I looked down at my CCS schedule and looked under sixth period. Under the sixth period row read yearbook, room one, trailer three. I raised my head from the paper and looked up only to see a bunch of kids standing at the entrance to room one, trailer three. As I made my way through the kids they were all smiling and waiving at me, some even went as far as to say “Hello.”  As I passed them and put my hand on the doorknob of the yearbook room, their smiles and hand waiving suddenly ceased. One boy spoke up and spoke with utter displeasure, “Surely you cant be serious?” I looked to the boy a little confused and said, “I’m just going to yearbook.” As soon as I finished my sentence the boy broke into tears. Another boy who appeared to be his friend came over and comforted him and held him close, but the crying child’s sobs only grew louder. I then felt compassion for the boy and started to walk over to him. Suddenly the boy comforting the sobbing child looked up at me. That’s when I saw the face of Satan. He was furious and tears of anger flowed down his face and the comforting boy cried out in a rough voice, “Go!” “Just go, you’ve done enough here!” The boy that was previously crying looked up at me with a tear stained face. That’s when I saw the face of God when one of his angel’s have fallen. The tear stained face quickly turned his head away from me and began to cry into his friend again. I knew there was nothing I could do so I grabbed the knob and headed into my class. As soon as I opened the door the weeping boy let out one last scream of protest just before I had set foot into yearbook room one, trailer three.

            As I stepped inside I found a seat and put my book bag cautiously down on the floor. The room smelled of burnt hair and expired magazines. On the walls were pieces of notebook paper that had hand written on them, “Mrs. Godfrey, Teacher of the Year.” From the notebook holes to the hand written title it was clear that Mrs. Godfrey had made the award herself and hung it on the wall. I continued to look around and was relieved that Mrs. Godfrey had not arrived yet. As I continued to explore the room with my eyes I spotted some of my classmates. In the chair to the left of me sat Alex Bradley also known as “Coffee Man”. A young man that appeared middle aged with dark brown skin, but was still the ripe young age of 18. Rumor has it that “Coffee Man” has drunk so much coffee to the point that his skin turned coffee colored, making him look like a member of Alkida. “Coffee Man” said nothing and did nothing except for hum the lyrics of a Folgers Coffee commercial. In front of me sat Victoria. She was doing curls with fifty pound waits in each arm and lifting them up and down with ease. To the next row of me sat Ashley. She seemed normal, until I looked down at her notebook. Most people have picture of friends, girlfriends, or boyfriends, but Ashley’s notebook was a different story. On the notebook stood Ashley in her CCS uniform with a double barrel 12 gauge shotgun resting on her knee and a dead horse lying under her foot. I avoided eye contact with Ashley and scanned another row over and their sat Kara. Kara wears glasses. Next to Kara sat Karli. Karli had apparently changed out of her school unifrorm because she was wearing a shirt and on the front it said, “Why don’t oysters give charity?” And on the back it read, “Because they’re shellfish.” My eyes stung as I read the punch line, but I continued to look around, but no one else was in the class. I faced the front of the room and began to wonder where Mrs. Godfrey had gone. But my question was soon answered as the music from the scene Battle Montage from the Gone With the Wind soundtrack began to fill the room. Everyone cowered down in fear, even the one who had brutally murdered a horse. Smoke crept out from under her and flooded the room, blocking us from seeing her. This was the moment of truth. The moment that I had been waiting for and anticipating all day. The music stopped, the smoke cleared and there stood Tammy Rutherford Godfrey.

            She stood in front of us all standing at an intimidating 5’ 6” and a glare in her eyes that would even make Helen Keller think twice before looking her in the eyes. Mrs. Godfrey stood in front of us and said very smoothly, “Alright class this is yearbook, now take out your homework and get started or I’ll mark you down on your report card.” Ashley was shocked because she realized that Mrs. Godfrey had not planned on using yearbook class to make a yearbook, but as a study hall. So Ashley decided to speak up, “Mrs. Godfrey, why can’t we make a yearbook?” Mrs. Godfrey looked a little agitated by the question, but responded calmly, “Just get out something for another class and work on that.” But Ashley did not check the box marked Study Hall she had bravely checked yearbook and was determined to actually do work for a yearbook, so she fought back by saying, “Mrs. Godfrey this isn’t fair and you know it, I came here to work on a yearbook and I want to work on a yearbook.” Mrs. Godfrey smiled and glared down at Ashley and used a punishing line from Gone with the Wind by quoting, “Fiddle dee-dee Ashley.” “Frankly my dear I don’t give a damn.” Ashley was cut deep by this retort. Feeling the pains of defeat Ashley quietly got out work from another class and did Mrs. Godfrey’s biddings.

            A little shaken by Mrs. Godfrey’s first day I and the rest of the yearbook staff bravely returned to yearbook the next day. We all sat down in the same seats as we had done the previous class. And for the second time Mrs. Godfrey had entered with the music from the scene Battle Montage from the Gone With the Wind soundtrack with smoke ascending out of nowhere. Still feeling a little intimidated by the very dramatic music we all awaited her command. Mrs. Godfrey was walking towards her desk about to sit down, but she then stopped in her tracks and said, “What do you think you are doing?” No one responded. Mrs. Godfrey gave a sour look and then frowned while saying, “How many time must I say this?” “This is yearbook now get something from another class and get started.” Seeing that no one else wanted to stand up to this corrupt yearbook teacher I took it upon myself and for the good of the school to say something. I stood up and through my book bag down. With school books scattered about the floor their I stood, the symbol of freedom for the down trodden of yearbook. I waited Mrs. Godfrey to respond to the ruckus I had just caused, but seeing as she didn’t I spoke up and said, “Mrs. Godfey, this is unacceptable and I refuse to continue to cheat these students out of precious memories and not give them a yearbook.” Mrs. Godfrey looked up and said, “Sit down, you will do as I say and work on something else.” I took a deep breath and looked around. All eyes were on me with hope gleaming in every one of them. I then bent my head forward in determination and said boldly, “No.” All the students gasped as looks of horror came to their frightened faces. Mrs. Godfrey clinched her jaw and stood up. Her face was red with anger and she then spoke in a raised voice, “I am Tammy Rutherford Godfrey and no student will take that tone with me.” I also raised my voice and said, “Im Marcus Oscar Gazaway and my time will not be spent doing busy work when I have a yearbook to attend to.” Mrs. Godfrey walked up to me enraged by my youthful rebellion and grabbed my skull with two hands on each side of my head. She got in my face and threatened me by saying, “Observe my hands, my dear. I could tear you to pieces with them, and I'd do it if it'd take making a yearbook out of your mind forever. But it wouldn't. So I'll remove it from your mind forever this way. I'll put my hands so - one on each side of your head - and I'll smash your skull between them like a walnut, and that'll block it out.” Tears were about to flow but suddenly a shot rang out throughout the room. Mrs. Godfrey’s face went blank and she sunk to the floor. She had been tazed  by a tazer that was being held in the hands of Officer Richard Godfrey. As Mrs. Godfrey fell to the floor Officer Richard put down the tazer and smiled an gave me a friendly wave and said, “Hey, Marcus, thanks for the tip, we got her.” I smiled back and gave a thumb up. Richard returned the thumbs up with dual thumbs up and then went over to the limp body while explaining the situation, “Yeah we usually get calls about these crazies it’s a pretty simple procedure we just gotta-.” As he finally turned her over his happy expression faded. It was his wife. Richard’s face looked like it was going to vomit, but he withheld it. He began to sob as he held his unconscious wife in his arms. He looked at me and said, “What am I-?” “What am I-?” I then nodded and said, “Richard, you know what you have to do.” Richard let out one last sniffle and then nodded. He carried his wife back to his car and cuffed her and threw her in the back seat. The entire yearbook class crowded around the car staring into it as Mrs. Godfrey began to wake up. Mrs. Godfrey looked around and saw us standing around her. She lunged at us as best she could from inside a car and began to scream. She looked out the window of the car and their stood Richard setting fire to his wedding ring with tears of shame in his eyes as the metal melted into little drops. And next to him stood the school administrator burning her employment papers with one hand and signing her job release papers with the other. And next to the administrator stood the janitor lighting the yearbook room on fire, knowing that never again would CCS attempt at having a yearbook class after this mishap. Mrs. Godfrey watched as the job and husband she had chose faded away, into nothing. Just as the class we had chose, meant nothing. Mrs. Godfrey let out some unsaid angered words by yelling, “I’ll think of some way to get back!” “After all tomorrow is another day.” We all watched as the cop car pulled away only showing  her tear-stained face slowly dissolve into the distance. 

Currently Listening Let's Get Ill By P Diddy, Kelis see related

Hello Lacronia.

Our hearts pounded and our throats ran dry as we ran down the street. The darkness covered our every hope of escape and fear was starting to overcome us. Scared, tired, and hopeless we ran for our lives. Panic was our train of thought and fear had consumed us all.

Jeff "Bad Boy" Wonderly, Carl "Acid Tongue" Green, Brandon "Girly Legs" Price, and I were staying at Jeff's house for the night. Usually at Jeff's house we would play pool, watch a movie, go bowling, and visit the tombs of East Lawn Cemetery. "Visit the tombs of East Lawn Cemetery?" you might ask. Yeah thats right, I said it. Jeff had a bit of a fetish for visiting the dead at the most scariest time of the day, 2:00 a.m. For some reason none of us ever questioned why we would go to the cemetery every night and none of us knew why we went with Jeff every time. But like most nights at Jeff's we walked to the graveyard.

There we all stood in a line going horizontal across the road taking up one lane of the two laned road. At the front closest to the grass stood Jeff wearing a Do-rag, wearing twenty rings (two for each finger) and each ring read the word "Muckles" across the gold band. Next to Jeff stood Carl, a carbon copy of Jeff, to the naked eye it would appear that Jeff was walking next to a mirror. Next to Carl stood Brandon, who is thought to be the forgotten son of Eddy Munster. From the big brown eyes and unibrow to the widows peak hairline stood Brandon wearing an independent shirt just like all the other independent kid's with their independent taste in clothing. And next to Brandon stood me. I was wearing converse All-Star shoes, just in case things got messy and bodies started reaching for ankles from their coffins, I was ready to run, covering the rest of my body was a pair of overalls. The reason I was only wearing these loose fitting trousers was due to the fact that my clothes were dirty and this was the only thing Jeff gave me to wear. As we all headed to the graveyard, most of us scared and wanting to go home, we saw a car coming. We all watched as Jeff did what he usually did  when a car was on "his" street. Jeff raised his arms up and began to buck at the oncoming car. The car slowed down as it got within veiw of all of us. He was wearing a drivers jacket and a button up jacket that looked like it could be worn on a special occasion, but not to fancy to wear to a picnic in the park, a perfect blend of class and ruggedness that was perfect for any occasion, and on his hand he wore leather driving gloves. Jeff raised his arms higher and yelled what he usually did, "Welcome to McDonough, hot sizzle!" The driver smiled and waived and responded back, "Why thankyou Im new in town Im -" But he was interrupted when Jeff yelled, "Here's a welcome gift!" Then Jeff revealed the reason he wore all of those rings. Jeff slipped one of his pinky finger and through it at the car window shattering the glass. The driver screamed and yelled, "What are you doing?" Jeff raised his arms again and buck twice then a surprisingly third time (for good measure), and yelled back, "Get to stepping, East Side doesnt take any gruff!" The driver clinched his jaw and his eyes grew big with astonishment and he said, "Did you just say East Side?" The man raised his arm and grabbed his hat and pulled it off and to our surprise underneath was a Do-rag similar to Jeff's. But what amazed us even more was when the man took of his gloves and on each finger was not two, but three rings with the word "Yimmy" written on them. The man stared at Jeff and said, "East Side?" The man raised four fingers up in the air for all to see with his thumb hidden behind his palm and then to our dismay he crossed the two fingers standing between his pinky and index finger which formed a "W." The man smiled an evil smile and said, "Thats right boy, West Side, and you know what?" "West Side dont take no gruff." As soon as he said that the man through his ring at Jeff, which pierced his cheek. The man sped off as Jeff wiped the blood from his wound. Then as the west side driver came to the end of the road he turned around. Fear overcame as we knew that standing there would result in an iced out, airborn ring or a smart remark about the East Side. Jeff knew of what was about to happend as the driver began to make his way back toward our spot. Jeff looked at us and yelled in a panicky and commanding voice, "Run Guys run!" "Its Over!" With these words we moved ourselves off the road and behind some bushes. The man came by right where we were previously standing and looked around and said with a taunting smile, "Hey east side, Big Papa got what was coming to him." Jeff would have lunged in anger at him, but out of nowhere Puff Daddy Combs came down with a parachute on his back and landed right beside Jeff and siezed Jeff by the arm and settled Jeff down by saying,"Jeffrey, The sun doesnt shine forever." "But as long as its here we might as well shine together." Jeff knew what P. Diddy meant when he used a line from his music to calm him down, so Jeff restrained himself and didnt attack." The driver looked around, but didnt see anyone. Suddenly the drivers door slammed shut. The driver spun around and there sat Snoop Dogg. Snoop Dogg put his hand on his shoulder and said, "Me and my partner, in my impala." "Popping on collars and tossing up dollars." Then Snoop Dogg said, "Well if I aint S-N-double-O-P D-O-double-gizz-ee, then I do believe that I smell some East Siders behind those bushes." We all shuttered as we heard the west side rapper's voice. We then looked to our new leader, P. Diddy, for answers.P. Diddy looked at us and said in response to our hopless looks and said, "In a world of larger moves, new cars to cruise." "Sometimes I make the news, falesly accused." We realized that P. Diddy only spoke in his own lyrics so we decided not to talk to him the rest of the night. Realizing this, Jeff took command and told us all to stay down and follow him. We slowly crawled yard to yard trying to evade the angry West Siders. Snoop Dogg winced his eyes and began to sniff out where are position was. But seeing as Snoop Dogg's sense of smell is as good as his music he never found us. The car drove off an we were safe. Jeff, Carl, Brandon, P. Diddy, and I stepped out from our hiding spot and started to walk back toward Jeff's house. P. Diddy pulled out a ring that read the words, "Bilkus" on them and P. Diddy handed it to Jeff. Jeff knew what P. Diddy meant by the giving of the ring because P. Diddy knew that Jeff had thrown one of his rings to up hold the reputation of the East Side and once again prove that the east is harder than the west. P. Diddy knew it was time to go so he pulled out his parachute which caught wind and began to sail higher into the dark night. As we were walking away from the sailing rapper we heard him say this last good bye, "Seems like yesterday we used to rock the show
          I laced the track, you locked the flow
          So far from hangin' on the block for dough
          Notorious they got to know that
          Life ain't always what it seem to be
          Words can't express what you mean to me
          Even though you're gone we still a team
          Thru your family I'll fulfill your dreams
          In the future can't wait to see if you'll
          Open up the gates for me
          Reminisce sometime the night they took my friend
          Try to black it out, but it plays again
          When it's real feelings hard to conceal
          Can't imagine all the pain I feel
          Give anything to hear half your breath
          I know you still livin' your life after death."

"Every step I take
          Every move I make
          Every single day
          Everytime I pray
          I'll be missing you

          Thinking of the day
          When you went away
          What a life to take
          What a bond to break
          I'll be missing you."

Currently Listening Spider-Man 2 - Music From And Inspired By By Various Artists see related

Hello to the readers and listeners of Lacronia.

Every year my school takes a trip to Orlando and everyone gets to go Disney World for two days. Everyone says that Disney World is the funnest part of the trip, but everyone really knows that the best part of the trip is what goes on at the hotel.

The room shook violently as Michael Beef Thomas, also known as Big Mike, hammered his heavy fist upon our hotel door. The ceiling lamp was shaking so out of control that the bulb had shattered. Inside of the room sat Carl, Brandon, Nathan, and I, all huddled in a circle, on our knees, with hand joined together, praying to God to release this monster from our door. We listened for an explosion or a bolt of lightning to subdue Big Mike, but wrath was not used because the silence was broken with Big Mike knocking at our door. We could tell with each knock at the door that Big Mike was getting angrier, so we needed to think fast. Carl came up with an idea. Carl siezed the Bible and looked at us and said, "Im going to run my finger over a page and whatever verse it lands on that is the verse that will give us our answer." Since Carl did recieve the highest S.A.T. scores in the school we went along with his plan. Carl covered his eyes and ran his finger slowly down the page, finally his finger came to a hault on Matthew 7:7. Carl quickly lifted the Bible to his face and began reading, "Ask and it will be given to you; seek and you will find; knock and the door will be opened to you." Tears filled Carl's eyes due to the fact that he had bsically foretold our deaths. Everyone was yelling at the teary eyed Carl, "He doesnt even know how to use a Bible!" "He's not so smart!" But our jeers and Carl's tears were suddenly interupted by even heavier knocking from Big Mike. Big Mike then surprisingly stopped banging and yelled angrily through the door, "Brandon!" "I know your in there with your little friends!" "You cant hide forever, Im Big Mike!" We all slowly turned to Brandon for the reason why Big Mike would be in such a rage. Brandon looked at us and shook his head. But we knew how to make him talk so we all raised our eyebrows. Brandon began to sweat a little, but still he shook his head. Higher and higher our eyebrows went. Brandon was now curled up on the floor screaming, "No!" "No!" Big Mike thought Branodn was talking to him so Big Mike started yelling, "Yes!" "Yes!" But we ignored Big Mike and raised our eyebrows another inch. Brandon then looked and saw how high our eyebrows had gotten then he snapped. He couldnt take the height of our eyebrows anymore so he said he'd tell us what was going on. Brandon took a deep sigh and began with the story, "I was sitting in Big Mike's hotel room last night and I was playing his XBOX and Big Mike had fallen asleep. And for some reason I felt the urge to take his XBOX controller, I felt the need to take something from this gentle giant, so I did, I took his controller and I regret it, but its too late to give it back now, he's to angry to settle this without payback. We all sat there soaking in this new piece of information. And Brandon's harbored sin was finally released and tears of relief flowed down, but Carl had left over tissues to dry his friend's sorrow. We all saw how sorry and regretful Brandon was for his wrong deed. So we all assured him that whatever happens between him in and Big Mike we will be there through it all. As we sat there comforting Brandon the glass was shot out from our hotel window. The sunlight flooded into our room, but the sunlight was blocked when Big Mike stepped infront of the broken window pane. As I sat there looking at the broken glass I wondered how the glass had been broken. I heard no gun shot and no rock was found on the floor. But my question was soon answered when I looked up and saw what was in Big Mike's hand. It was the only thing that could penetrate glass and cement wall, but not human skin, it was the Airzooka. The Airzooka was originally discontinued by the U.S. military four years ago, but a few of them are still known to be floating around the Black Market. Big Mike reached in and unlocked the doorknob with his hand and turned the knob. The door swung open fast and hit the wall and closed back again. Big Mike laughed and said, "Your little traps wont stop me!" I turned to Carl and said, "Did you set up a trap?" Carl shrugged and said, "I dont know what he's talking about." But Big Mike laughed even louder and yelled, "Stop this with your little trap!" We heard the springs in the gun stretch back to there full extent. Big Mike released the trigger and a huge ball of air sent the door of its hinges. We all looked up in horor as Big Mike stepped into the room. Standing at 6' 3" weighing 300 lbs. with eyes lit up and breathing at a grueling pace stood the man who wanted to kill our friend Brandon. Carl, Nathan, and I remembered our promise to Brandon so we all got up and confronted Big Mike. Big Mike smiled and raised his Airzooka and said, "Step aside and give me the theif and no one gets hurt." We all thought about how easy giving up would be, but no, we were his friends and we stood by our word. Since none of us moved Big Mike slowly pulled back the springs and said, "I see how its gonna go down." We all closed our eyes and awaited the impact of death. Suddenly a voice spoke up in the name of justice, "Michael Thomas!" Big Mike spun around only to see what was clearly Mr. Edmondson in a spider man costume. "Who are you!" yelled Big Mike who just couldnt figure out that it was Mr. Edmondson in the spiderman costume. Mr. Edmondson shot silly string at the wall and said, "I am the symbol of Justice, I am the nightmare of a criminal, and I am the helping hand for the down trodden!" Big Mike said with an evil smile, "Well McGruff the Crime Dog, it seems you are to late for your down trodden citizens." Mr. Edmondson looked at Big Mike and said, "Not today." The spider man imposter shot silly string at the Airzooka. Big Mike tried to pull it back, but silly string had jammed the springs. "Curses!" yelled Big Mike. Mr. Edmondson went to shoot some more silly string, but he was all out. It came down to a battle of words. Mr. Edmondson began the battle of words by saying, "Michael Thomas you are bad in school." Big Mike responded back, "Man, I only go to school because my momma makes me." Mr. Edmondson knew that is first words had no effect so he'd have to search for something more personal, something he held dear to him. Mr. Edmondson looked at Big Mike's hand and saw the broken Airzooka. Mr. Edmondson got an idea and said, "So Michael how much did you throw away on that Airzooka that you bought at the gift shop?" Big Mike suddenly got defensive, "I spent twenty-five dollars on it, what about it?" Mr. Edmondson knew he had found a weakness and said, "Dont you think that was a waste seeing as it broke within its first couple of uses?" "No!" yelled Big Mike. But Mr. Edmondson had him right where he wanted him, "Yes, Michael, Yes, it was a waste, its all plastic and look what good its done for you." The words were getting to Big Mike and he was on his knees sobbing and yelling, "Your wrong!" "You never used that gun, you dont know it, you cant judge it." Then Mr. Edmondson layed down the final blow by saying, "Truly Michael, your Airzooka is the Hardees of resteraunts." Big Mike got up and ran out in tears yelling, "I hate you McGruff the Crime Dog!" "I hate you!" As Big Mike left we all stood up and looked around, but Mr. Edmondson had left. Then Mr. Edmondson came in still wearing the gloves from the spiderman suit and asked us, "I heard some noise over here what happened?" I spoke up and told Mr. Edomondson, "Big Mike was here starting a fight and then you came in wearing a spiderman outfit and scared him away." Mr. Edmondson looked at us surprised and said, "You say spiderman was here, wow, that mustve been quite an amazing encounter." I looked confused at Mr. Edmondson and said, " I know your spiderman." Mr. Edmondson smiled and put a hand on my shoulder and said, "Well, Marcus, he might be closer than you think." As soon as Mr. Edmondson said that he ran back into his hotel room and seconds later he came out wearing his full spiderman suit and swung from building to building yelling, "I am the symbol of Justice, I am the nightmare of criminals, and I am the helping hand for the down trodden!"