Hello people of 6th grade. I hereby declare the book by me and Kraven a good book. It's called the freak, and it's about this kid named Michel (or Michael, but we like Michel) who, as an 11-year-old, had fallen into a barrel of a strange substance. (If you choose to read it, to humor us, than you will find out what it is). Anyway, two years after that, he has the power to be able to literally become one with any natural area that he is in. It always happens, and he hates it. wanting to be a "normal" kid. The story starts when Alex, a rebellious 13-year-old girl from an orphanage, who thinks she is smarter than most people she meets, is at a beach in Indiana, where she meets Michel, escapes the orphanage under cover of night, gets into an argument, and the story continues...
I will keep you posted when every couple of chapters come out, and you can send me suggestions. And if you want me to send you every few chapters when they come out, post something like: "I want to see the chapters of your great fancy book." I will.
Again, this is Natal, the ficklest, the fanciest, signing off!
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why did we never continue our PIE story!!???
U ACTUALLY POSTED THIS I CANT BELIEVE U POSTED THIS I AM DREAMING...
heh...
here it is guys natal forgot to post it...
Please note that Alex IS a girl…
The Mixed Breed
Chapter One
The History of the Freak of a Boy
Michel’s POV:
I was running, run run run, that was all I could think I glanced back at the house, and I saw the flames licking at the walls and roof. I wonder how the fire started on my mom’s bed. As I ran I turned away from the house, just in time to run into a large barrel with strange ooze inside…
Chapter Two
The History of a Rebel
Alex’s POV:
My parent’s where…well…dead… (Reader: GRRREEEAAATTT Beginning…*attempts to stab authors with a pitchfork*) And here I was at the orphanage. 6 years with my parents, but 5 years in this damn orphanage. I glanced around to make sure no one was watching, and, seeing that no one was around, I grabbed a cookie and I was promptly sent flying with a ___-(insert deadly weapon here). “*sniff* nuns are evil”
Chapter Three
The Beginning
(Two Years Later)
Alex’s POV:
‘I was walking in a circle when I found a piece of paper colored red, white, and blue and it said:
I was walking in a circle when I found a piece of paper colored red, white, and blue and it said:
I was walking in a circle when I found a piece of paper colored red, white, and blue and it said:
I was walking in a circle when I found a piece of paper colored red, white, and blue and it said:
I was walking in a circle when I found a piece of paper colored red, white, and blue and it said:
I was walking in a circle when I found a piece of paper colored red, white, and blue and it said:
I was walking in a circle when I found a piece of paper colored red, white, and blue and it said:
I was walking in a circle when I found a piece of paper colored red, white, and blue and it said:”
“THAT IS ENOUGH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” screamed a nun. I, for one, did not like the singing either even though I liked torturing nuns… (Author :…) We where in Indiana, at the lake, beach, thing. We where about to walk, no run, back to the orphanage… when….
Michel’s POV:
I was a freak, I super freaky freak, again I wa-(Author: WE GET IT!!!) My (Author: don’t say it…) freaky (Author: you said it … *buries head in readers lap crying.* Reader: this is your fault…) as I was saying freaky skills are to sort of blend into the area (advanced chameleon powers because I actually turn into the area…ish) So as I was saying, besides the chameleon power, becoming one with the natural (and only natural) environment really sucks. Ever tried to hold a burger or something, when you suddenly become a dust devil? As I said it just sucks. (Author: WE GET IT!). As I scavenged for scraps around the tall grass near the beach when I heard a someone yell “THAT IS ENOUGH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” I turned around to find a small bunch of children my age about fifty feet away. FF> an hour later I found nothing to eat… I AM HUNGRY (Author: *slurps some of his chicken soup*) Anyway… as I checked on the group of kids my powers automatically kicked in… and I became one with the sand. A kid bumped into me, “DAMN IT” is the only thing that sang in my head.
Alex’s POV:
I was bored, oh so bored, again, I wa-( Author: *sighs* we’ve already heard this before…) I felt something bump into me…well, no more like I just passed through something… something sort of like a blob of heavy air. I glanced at the food I was carrying to my spot near the edge, when a kid near me yelled “someone stole my food!” “You’re just trying to get some extra food!” another kid yelled. I sighed, but when I reached for my plate I grasped nothing but air, I glanced down to stare at an empty plate, and some swirling sand. My eyes widened and I grabbed at the sand. I grasped something sort of solid…
“hey leggo!”
“wha-!”
”I-said-let-go.” Said the sand
”what are you?!?!”
“sand… sorta… um how about you come back at night and I’ll tell you then” and with that the sand dissipated, and he… or it… disappeared. It didn’t stay to let me tell him that my orphanage is over sixty miles away from here.
That night as the nuns retired to their beds I got up, threw on some black jeans and a shirt, and walked toward the door when, *squeak*, I stepped on a creaky floorboard, good thing I was alone in this room, not good, (Author: I think you mean unfortunately) the door, the stairs, and the floor downstairs where technically squeaky booby traps. When I remembered this I casted about to find something to use to get down outside to the road without disturbing anyone. I glanced out the window down to the road. THE WINDOW! If I could get out the window I could climb down with the bed sheet. I quickly decided to climb with the bed sheet out the window like I did when I saw in that one movie the nuns managed to buy for us. I knotted the bed sheets together and dropped it out the window and knotting it to the bed post (fortunately I’m very good at knots). And shinnied out of the window down to the road. As an oil truck went by the stop sign on the crossing in front of the orphanage I jumped on the connecter thing between the driver part and the oil container part, hung on for sixty miles, thinking, “damn, this is not fun,” the truck was driving about sixty miles per hour, and about thirty minutes into the drive, it started to rain, battering me as I struggled grimly to hold on for the last thirty minutes. As it finally passed the beach I jumped off, with…well not so minor injuries. (Author: Ouch… that’s kind of harsh… Alex: You’re the one who wrote it, god! Author: Well, I’m not going to bend reality and make you jump without getting hurt!) back to the story: I flinched as I did a face plant (a small scratch…and a bloody nose) and then skinned my right knee and got a really long shallow cut down my left arm. “Arrrggghhh!” I grunted, taking stock of my injuries. As I was inspecting the gash on my arm, I jumped as a voice came out of nowhere. “Amazing! You actually came!” I called out coldly, “Well duh, what do you think? I’m a wimp like all those nuns in that idiotic orphanage tried to bring me up to be? No! I hitched a ride through a rain storm, and gashed open my arm and face just to come here, for some strange piece of talking sand, which I cant even see now!” “Two things,” it, or he said coldly, “one, I am not a piece of talking sand, and two I’m a human boy.” “Prove it” I was convinced that he, as he wants to be called was not a human.
Michel’s POV:
I was hurt! Well, pride wise, she doesn’t think I’m a human!? I can talk, I’m intelligent, God! “Fine! I will!” I stepped on the road and watched my arms and legs fade into view. “There, believe me now?” I asked. The girl gasped and stared at me wide eyed. “Wha-? How do you do that?” I sighed, “I told you, I’m a human. When I get on to any artificial surface. It’s this strange thing that happened when I was eleven; I was running away from my house, it was on fire, it had started on my mom’s bed. I’m not sure how though. Anyway, as I was running, I tripped and fell into a barrel. After that the last thing I remembered was waking up here, and I’ve been living here ever since. That’s how I do this. Wait, what’s your name?” “Alex” she said, “and you expect me to believe that?” I sighed heavily, “I should have known you wouldn’t believe me.” “Hey,” she snapped “it might be true, but you have to admit, it’s pretty hard to believe.” “Well, I’m sorry! Speaking of sorry, did you bring anything to eat?” “Nope!” she said, “what do you think? I was so intent on coming here, I forgot to bring anything to eat.” I snorted, “Well, you should be sorry, not me!” “Aright, alright, but you were the one who wanted to bring me out here.” “NO! You’re the one that wanted to know who no what I am! And now look you’re scratched and battered and anyway, you never had to say yes! Now you’re mad at me!” Suddenly, Alex screamed and pointed over my shoulder. I looked back and to see a yellow bolt of lightning flying towards me! It hit me and I gasped as electricity coursed through me. It didn’t hurt me, but I’m just not used to getting hit and absorbing electricity. (Author: We get it! Michel: Well I’m sorry, but you wrote this!) Suddenly, as I got hit by it I turned into a freaky eaky deaky yellow zappy lightning bolt creature thing. What’s-her-name (Author: Alex… Alex: What? Author: Oh, nothing). stared at me, “thanks” I nodded “no problem, I’m used to this… sort of.” She started backing away from me “don’t worry I wont let you get hurt“ Alex look angry “I DON’T NEED YOUR PROTEC-“ suddenly another bolt of lightning went streaking toward Alen (Author: Alex… Alex: Yes? Author: Oh, Nothing Alex: You have to stop doing this…)
first 2 chapters are when they where children comment to the story and give us ideas and if we us it u might get paid...probably not...no but really plz send us ideas that we will probably ignore
natal edit this and say the story is in comments
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i think you guys need more back story
its very short and to the point which is not so great in a situation like this thats all for me
well its not exactly the stories i read everyday, but its pretty good
any one know about the 6th artemis fowl it is totally awesome!
people, we will update the story every week or so.
niteblack, just a question,but what do you mean its not good in a situation like this? or that there is no back story?
i dont really like where the author interrupts the story. Its funny yah, but its kinda annoying too
well the authors comments are kindof interruptive, i mean it takes away from the magic of the story that propels you onward
also the story is like a skeleton, you need something else to power it
but its still pretty good.
i can never even finish a story i make because i keep forgetti ng about it, then i completely stop doing it
alright, I will take out some of the author, but we still want to keep a bit of it in, only 1-3 every page.
CAN WE PLEASE FINISSH OUR PIE STORY!!
WOULD YOU PLEASE WRITE MORE IF YOU REALLY WANT TO POST THIS, its been like 2 weeks
KEVIN, POST ANOTHER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
yes david, we will
ok...
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