Let me tell tu the story of how I got here. It was the fourteenth of January, 2011 in school. Here they have alchemy classes when the students learn how to use specially shaped circular diagrams called transmutation circles to flow energy from their bodies through another object to transmute, o change, one object into another. In this class the only notable ones are the teacher, Mrs. Black, an elderly lady with bad memory and no experience with technology, the idiot, Justin, a light skinned black young man, the other idiot, Ben, a dark skinned black young man with black glasses, and me, Harrison, a ridiculously tall white young man who is usually quite gentle.
Justin lives to make everyone mad at him, that’s basically all he does in class. He can do basic alchemy but I have been able to make más advanced stuff like phones and even small computers. But one día Justin just drove me over the edge.
Mrs. Black left the room to go pick up copies of the homework that she was about to assign and Justin walked up to the front of the class with something shoved in his pants; laughing about having a “boner”, and then he proceeds to pulling paper out of his pant’s zipper. “Justin, stop being an idiot and go sit down.” I said. He didn’t even listen but continued to pull paper out of his pant’s zipper while Ben was laughing at him loudly. This was when I had enough, remember me saying I'm normally gentle, well I really snapped and begun drawing a transmutation circulo, círculo on my left hand. This got Justin’s attention. “Why should I have to sit down, tu can’t boss me.” He said. “Oh yeah? Watch me.” I said. And I placed my left hand onto the wooden escritorio surface and transmuted it into a 6 foot bamboo bow with a bamboo arrow, and aimed it at Justin. I was getting ready to shoot the bow until I saw him do some alchemy of his own. He made a Japanese sword with his alchemy but regardless I shot the bow anyway. He was fast enough to be able to block the arrow, something that the samurai in japón did and where able to do because of the large arrows used. I was a martial artist too and knew exactly how to deal with a sword, a weapon called the jo, o a 4.18 foot wooden staff. I used the bow to form a denser and más ridged but shorter pole about five feet in length because of my height. I assumed the proper stance for a Jo as I learned in jodo; I stood with my left foot in front with both knees bent and my left foot just slightly above the ground. I had my hands positioned just as I would with a sword and held out the jo just the same way. When he walked towards me with his sword I simply slid the jo back in my hand so that now I am holding the jo with each hand on the tips of the jo, I lifted my left hand right above my head still holding the jo por each tip and when I let my left hand drop under my head I slid my left hand down the jo and I struck the side of his sword. My angle was just right and I caused the sword to stab right into his foot. While he was busy grunting in pain I stepped adelante, hacia adelante with my left foot and then slid my right foot up and jabbed him in the throat. He dropped the sword and held his throat, with any luck I crushed his windpipe and he will suffocate to death. He was tough I have to give him that because he just got up and cracked his neck and pointed the sword at me again. I had a better plan this time because obviously jabbing his throat will be to slow of a death. I ran into the back of the classroom and used the transmutation circulo, círculo on my left hand to make another Japanese sword and a smaller one foot long Japanese cuchillo that I hid quickly in my pocket. Justin naturally chased me into the back of the classroom and tried to perform a downward slash and despite my lack of a proper position due to my lack of time I was still able to block it and let his sword drop off mine so that it slid almost to the ground. I swung my sword over my head and into his sword so that the blade forcefully hit the concrete floor. I took my right hand off my sword and grabbed my cuchillo and slit his throat in a flash. Justin fell to the ground and dropped his sword and the entire class stares at me but all look rather happy that I had just killed Justin.Ben spoke out of turn and dicho “Harrison, what did tu do?!” “What does it look like I did tu half wit?” I dicho while pointing the jo at him. All of the sudden everything appeared to pixilate and I couldn’t feel anything anymore, no emotions o physical objects.
Justin lives to make everyone mad at him, that’s basically all he does in class. He can do basic alchemy but I have been able to make más advanced stuff like phones and even small computers. But one día Justin just drove me over the edge.
Mrs. Black left the room to go pick up copies of the homework that she was about to assign and Justin walked up to the front of the class with something shoved in his pants; laughing about having a “boner”, and then he proceeds to pulling paper out of his pant’s zipper. “Justin, stop being an idiot and go sit down.” I said. He didn’t even listen but continued to pull paper out of his pant’s zipper while Ben was laughing at him loudly. This was when I had enough, remember me saying I'm normally gentle, well I really snapped and begun drawing a transmutation circulo, círculo on my left hand. This got Justin’s attention. “Why should I have to sit down, tu can’t boss me.” He said. “Oh yeah? Watch me.” I said. And I placed my left hand onto the wooden escritorio surface and transmuted it into a 6 foot bamboo bow with a bamboo arrow, and aimed it at Justin. I was getting ready to shoot the bow until I saw him do some alchemy of his own. He made a Japanese sword with his alchemy but regardless I shot the bow anyway. He was fast enough to be able to block the arrow, something that the samurai in japón did and where able to do because of the large arrows used. I was a martial artist too and knew exactly how to deal with a sword, a weapon called the jo, o a 4.18 foot wooden staff. I used the bow to form a denser and más ridged but shorter pole about five feet in length because of my height. I assumed the proper stance for a Jo as I learned in jodo; I stood with my left foot in front with both knees bent and my left foot just slightly above the ground. I had my hands positioned just as I would with a sword and held out the jo just the same way. When he walked towards me with his sword I simply slid the jo back in my hand so that now I am holding the jo with each hand on the tips of the jo, I lifted my left hand right above my head still holding the jo por each tip and when I let my left hand drop under my head I slid my left hand down the jo and I struck the side of his sword. My angle was just right and I caused the sword to stab right into his foot. While he was busy grunting in pain I stepped adelante, hacia adelante with my left foot and then slid my right foot up and jabbed him in the throat. He dropped the sword and held his throat, with any luck I crushed his windpipe and he will suffocate to death. He was tough I have to give him that because he just got up and cracked his neck and pointed the sword at me again. I had a better plan this time because obviously jabbing his throat will be to slow of a death. I ran into the back of the classroom and used the transmutation circulo, círculo on my left hand to make another Japanese sword and a smaller one foot long Japanese cuchillo that I hid quickly in my pocket. Justin naturally chased me into the back of the classroom and tried to perform a downward slash and despite my lack of a proper position due to my lack of time I was still able to block it and let his sword drop off mine so that it slid almost to the ground. I swung my sword over my head and into his sword so that the blade forcefully hit the concrete floor. I took my right hand off my sword and grabbed my cuchillo and slit his throat in a flash. Justin fell to the ground and dropped his sword and the entire class stares at me but all look rather happy that I had just killed Justin.Ben spoke out of turn and dicho “Harrison, what did tu do?!” “What does it look like I did tu half wit?” I dicho while pointing the jo at him. All of the sudden everything appeared to pixilate and I couldn’t feel anything anymore, no emotions o physical objects.
The Pillsbury Doughboy died yesterday of a yeast infection and trauma complications from repeated pokes in the belly. He was 71. Doughboy was buried in a lightly greased coffin. Dozens of celebridades turned out to pay their respects, including Mrs. Butterworth, Hungry Jack, the California Raisins, Betty Crocker, the Hostess Twinkies, and Captain Crunch. The gravesite was piled high with flours. Aunt Jemima delivered the eulogy and lovingly described Doughboy as a man who never knew how much he was kneaded. Doughboy rose quickly in mostrar business, but his later life was filled with turnovers. He was not considered a very smart cookie, wasting much of his dough on half-baked schemes. Despite being a little flaky at times he still was a crusty old man and was considered a positive roll model for millions. Doughboy is survived por his wife Play Dough, two children, John Dough and Jane Dough, plus they had one in the oven. He is also survived por his elderly father, Pop Tart.
I breathed in and out slowly. This was horrid. Running. I spat at the word. I despised running.
Joseph jogged up to me. "You okay Kristen?"
"Yeah, just give me a minute."
"Hah! tu always end up like this. Maybe tu should quit track?"
"You know I can't! If I do, then I have to do Trigonometry. Ugh. That's worse."
"Right..."
I stood up and we walked in silence. His lithe step did not match mine. I had a clumsy, trip over step. I needed somebody to teach me how to walk right.
"Oof." I had tripped, and landed on my side. How? I have no idea. Normal people land on their face o back. Not me!
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Joseph jogged up to me. "You okay Kristen?"
"Yeah, just give me a minute."
"Hah! tu always end up like this. Maybe tu should quit track?"
"You know I can't! If I do, then I have to do Trigonometry. Ugh. That's worse."
"Right..."
I stood up and we walked in silence. His lithe step did not match mine. I had a clumsy, trip over step. I needed somebody to teach me how to walk right.
"Oof." I had tripped, and landed on my side. How? I have no idea. Normal people land on their face o back. Not me!
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