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                !!! Ah, what of the exclamation points?!!!

                Anyways…

                While I took that thought I looked over at the scene before me. The children were standing behind me, displaying much fear and confusion. In front of me was Lawrence, fighting off Maxwell with a sword, as Maxwell was attempted to (I assume) cut off his head, with a staff that had a wood saw blade attached to the end. Serene was slapping Maxwell in the back with dull parts of her triton and Lisa was in the middle, trying to separate the giants.

                What. The. F***.

                “Excuse me!” I legitimately screamed, “What is going on?”

                They all stopped, Maxwell shutting of the whir of the blade. They looked at me, with the “We are gonna get in trouble” face.

                “Jesus Christ,” I said, “The KIDS have more maturity than you FULL GROWN ADULTS.”

                They all put their weapons away. Lisa strode up to me and looked at me, magenta eyes sparkling at me. “I’m really sorry, my lady.”

                “Kiss ass!” shouted Maxwell, who was then hit by the blunt part of Serene’s triton.

                Just then a young man walked in, twenty three years in age. His name was George.

                Yes, George. I met him in the forest, lost without his aunt. He was lost for a while, left a bit rabid and in survival mode. He however changed over the years into a calm, pacifist man. Role: God of Forest and Joy, associated with Demeter.

                …I love George. He is the most amazing, caring human I have met in my selections. He is just…I don’t know. I have feelings for him.

                …sigh…

                ‘Oh he’s so dreeeeeaaamyyy’

                Shut up Maxwell and get out of the narration spot.

                Pff you don’t control what I do.

                Yes I do.

                Nope.

                Yes.

                Fine.

                Anyways…

                He walked in and took a seat. “Hey Franky,”he said.

                All SOFTLY and whatnot.

                Max I swear to God.

                Fine, yeesh.

                As I was saying…

                “Hey George,” I responded back. “Welcome back.”

                “I…never really left,” said George.

                “Yeah,” I chuckled, “right…”

                Gulp.
                I feel like I am hindering this tale with my dreams.
                "So," said George,"Jennifer isn't able to come to this, and Alex and Isabelle have band practice. I'll just relay the information if you'd like."
                "That would be great, thank you."
                That being said, it's about time we have gotten started.

* * * * * * * * * * * * *

                A girl stood in front of a metal doorway. She had just a tank top and jeans on, despite the cold weather. Weather never was an issue to her, for even the harshest of storms wouldn't bother her. She tapped her foot and waited patiently.

               The girl's name was CeCe. Her light periwinkle eyes shimmered as the moon in the sky floated directly above her. The wind blew against her face. Finally the doors opened slowly, inviting her in. She smiled, proceeding.

               Inside was a jumble of cords and cables, all leading to something hidden in the shadows. She cleared her throat. "I'm ready sir."

               A voice as hoarse as gears grinding answered from the shadows. "Great, CeCe. I expect for you to be careful, yes?"

              She shrugged. "Eh."  

                

                 

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            'Tis the night of the good night, it's Halloween, folks!

            "The hell it is," snarled Drake as he walked by me.

            Tonight I was getting everyone rounded up for tonight's plan, brought to you by Cindy Iku. Luckily, all my old little soldiers could show up (last generation, or the nine that are left of it). These are now god elites in my system (which grants them immortality, yes, when I say god, I mean GOD).

            To be honest, I've formed a bond with all them, and their personalities shine as bright as their element.

            First there's Lawrence. 'Met him when he was separated from his family in what is now Russia at thirteen, and I was his motherly figure ever since. He has shown to have a brave heart and soul, loyal to the cause of justice and obeying. Role: God of the Sky and Dragons, associated with Zeus. 

            Then there is Maxwell. You know about him already, and his horrid past. How we met exactly was in England, after he just been in a fight with some bullies and lost. His past work with me has shown how dark he is and cynical he can be, and sick-minded. But, in the end, he has shown to be strong, independent, and rather artistic as well. Role: God of Nightmares and Darkness, associated with Hades.

            There is also Serene. Her name suits her well. I met her at a coastline, where she got lost at the shore after being taken to beach for fun and left by her Nanny in Italy. She was worried sick, but damn a child could not look more beautiful crying than she did. She really is a kind woman, good at tactics and plans as well, almost like a true fighter. Role: Goddess of Sea and Beauty, associated with Poseidon. 

            The youngest is Lisa. She is the youngest at twenty-five, and is the most optimistic person I know. I met her in Peru when her home was being attacked. (I have a very odd pattern at finding kids in devastating situations) . She is so happy and fun, and always keeping the situation as such. Role: Goddess of Dreams and Light, associated with Aphrodite.

            That's all who's here so far, however. 

            I sat up straight and gave each of the four of them glances. "Good evening, everyone."

            "Not everyone is here yet," said Lawrence,"Won't they miss the information?"

            "They can easily catch up," retorted Maxwell.

            "But-"

            "Jeez guys!" I shouted, "I haven't even said I was starting, calm yourselves."

            They all fell silent and just looked around. "Sorry..."said Lisa silently. 

            "It's okay Lisa."

            "Yeah there's no need of apologizing," said Maxwell.

            "Max, shut the eff up,"said Serene. Hey, I didn't say she was ALWAYS 24/7 kind. 

            Now all we have to do is wait for people to show up, though. 

   

The Book Thief Review

All in all, the film adaptation of The Book Thief was pretty good. It caught interest, though was not found to be too spectacular in certain eyes. It was not a bad film, no, but it was not great either. Allow explanation. The acting and story put together was phenomenal. It was nearly perfect, and overall very well put together. Not bad, as said before. However, what is faulty is more of whether or not the plot of the movie or the casting fit the actual book storyline itself. With this, there were, in my opinion, some parts and such that could have been fixed within this film.

                One thing that could be fixed is the casting. Most of the casting seemed to fit everyone and every character, it will be admitted. But, some characters could have had a more fitting role. For example, Sophie Nelisse did not really fit the character of Liesel Meminger. Upon reading the book, it was expected to picture in one’s head Liesel being more portrayed as a younger looking character. Nelisse seemed to have more of a mature look than preferred. What was pictured to be Liesel looks nothing like Nelisse. There could have been a bit younger looking of an actress to play the part.

                The most disappointing thing about this adaptation was the lack of certain points from within the plot of the movie itself. So many cases and incidents were left out, and it is really upsetting. Upon watching it, excitement and anticipation was raised as the waiting for a certain part form the book to begin and continue. But, hearts were sunken as those details never came on the screen, and disappointment became the more prominent emotion. What makes this even more awful is the fact that major and important parts were left out. For example, one anticipated scene was possibly Max’s dream that he has. This specific dream is when he was put in a ring and was engaging in a fight with Adolf Hitler. It was a unique dream, and would have been really amazing if it would be adapted into action. Unfortunately, that did not happen. This scene shows great part in the plotline, showing struggle within Max as he tries to avoid the wrath of Hitler. It shows him standing up to him and taking him on, but still falling back. This and many other scenes were left out, even with their importance.

                The movie also did not have certain characters, which would ultimately lead to more scenes from the book not put in film that are related to that character. For example, Timmy, the child who had an ear injury that causes him to twitch. He was not put in the movie. This leads to Rudy not defending him, and that scene showed great character from Rudy. Frau Hotzelpof was not introduced either, thus the movie lacked of Liesel reading to her, which also showed character, but within Liesel. In conclusion this movie was fine, but it did not meet to expectations.     

                

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            In the end, a plan was made. They were going to simply keep a look out for anything suspicious and investigate it if necessary.

            Francine just stared at them in shock. "That's it?"

            "YES," said Amber is exhaustion, "What part of 'not a super intricate and extravagant plan' do you not understand? This plan is great: it's short, simple, productive, and so on."

            "Whatever..." Francine then continued on Instagram, just flipping through.

            In the other room were Drake, Adam, and Will. They were discussing Halloween as well.
       
            "What do you mean you guys aren't coming with me?!" shouted Will.

            "We mean this, Will," Drake started, "Scaring kids on Halloween with bats, wolf howls, and chainsaws was fun, like, two years ago. It's getting old, dude."

            "But!"

            "No buts Will," Drake sighed, "I ain't doing it."

            Will turned to Adam and opened his mouth to speak.

            "No," said Adam sternly.

            Will turned away upset. He crossed his arms and pouted. "I thought you guys were my friends."

            Drake shook his head. "Will, you know very well that's not what we mean."

           "What's not what you mean?" A low, serious voice came from the hallway. At the door was Joe standing there, arms crossed.

           "Joe," whined Will, "They won't go out with me-"

           "'Cause I'm straight Will, and Adam's an Ace, and you know that. I've told you a thousand times. Plus I got a girlfriend."

           Which this is actually a lie. Yes, Adam is asexual, Will is homosexual, but Drake was born with a bisexual preference. He constantly lies about the fact he likes guys too, plus from watching them in the past Drake started to be more hostile once Will came out (the two are best friends at heart I swear). My analysis: Drake=slightly homophobic. That could possibly be a reason why he hates his father as well, what interferes with their chemistry. Maxwell was also born with a bisexual preference, but is more content and confident about it.

           Sorry about the interruption, I just hate it when Drake says he's straight.

           Continue.

           Will bit his lip in frustration. "Not what I was going to say, Drake."

           "Go on," said Joe.

          "What I was saying was they won't go out with me for Halloween! You know, doing the usually spooky stuff!"

          "C'mon, Joe," said Drake,"Back me up here! This whole scaring kid prank is getting old. WE'RE getting old. We're fifteen, Will, and I don't even know how old Adam is!"

          379 years and 2 months.

          Drake smiled. "C'mon, am I right?"

          Joe stood there. He pushed up his sunglasses. "Tradition doesn't end until all members of that tradition agree." He pulled Will's frail body to his side. Will standing next to Joe is like a stick standing next to a tree. Joe kept a straight face. "I'll come with him if you teenage losers won't."

          "What?!" shouted Drake, "But dude, you're like seventeen or something."

          Contrary, Joe turned eighteen back in July.

         "What is your point?"

         "Two points; one, your way to old to be doing stuff like that, and two, you're a teen too, so that made no sense!"

         "You made no sense as well," said Joe, voice deepening,"One, I don't care, I will make thunder and lightning to scare kids and make them piss themselves if it means going with Drake. Two, I'm a legalized adult. Want to try again?"

         All Drake could do was groan, as he knew the conversation is leading up to this: he AND Adam are going with Will, and possibly Joe. Great night! (cough cough, not for Drake)

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                Obviously his name comes from the god damn company. He doesn’t even call himself that, it’s just a name I gave him after the fact.

                I’m guessing you might have another question to ask, maybe two.

                The possible questions being:

1: Why is he going rogue? What’s his plan?

That I can answer with just simply corruption. I’m still researching on what exactly caused that. (because I create life, this isn’t in my field, all this chemical electric whatnot)

His plan is probably something around, oh, I don’t know maybe DESTROYING ME BECAUSE I TOLD HIM MY SECRET SO HE KNOWS ALL THE POWER I HAVE AND WILL ENSLAVE ALL LIFE ON PLANET F***ING EARTH.

I’m sorry. That was uncalled for.

2: If you know that he’s got something evil planned, and you’re Mother Nature, why don’t you just beat him now?

Kid, it ain’t that easy.

Seriously, if it was THAT easy, I would change him back to good old Cass.

Also, because once he starts putting this plan in action, I’m going to send my little soldiers there to defeat him. This doesn’t include Xavier, though. He’s here more for support. He and a few others already got a hero thing going on.

Now that everything’s been explained, let’s get a move on.

Amber, Francine, and Cindy were in Francine’s room that night before Halloween. They were getting their costumes together, except for Francine. Francine has a job to do the next night, so she couldn’t go trick or treating. As I said before, she works for God as well. Why he decided to schedule something on Halloween I don’t know. It might have to do with age, since Francine is sixteen. Amber and Cindy are both two years younger than her, and were pretty upset she couldn’t come trick or treating.

That year Amber was going as gothic zombie girl of some sort and Cindy was going to be a witch.

“Cindy, you were a witch last year,” said Amber as she got on her costume. Amber then noticed the dress she was wearing. It was a lot shorter and looser than last year’s (and the year before that, and the year before that). So obviously, this was a little weird.

“What’s with new dress style?”

“Just in case,” said Cindy. She hung her dress up on a hanger and put it on Francine’s bed, where she scrolling through Instagram on her cellphone.

“Of what?” asked Amber.

“Of an attack,” muttered Cindy.

“When has there ever been an attack though?” Francine added.

Amber turned to Francine and gave her a “really?” look. “You’re questioning the psychic, Francine?”

Francine pondered. “Well, God hasn’t told me anything was to come yet.”

“Yeah, but,” Amber gestured to Cindy, “She’s PSYCHIC.”

Francine was silent.

Amber shook her head. “Do you know what a psychic IS?”

Francine nodded.

“Then what is the confusion?”

She shrugged.

                “Well, whatever then,” said Amber as she got her black and green wig out to brush it. “The point is Cindy’s probably right, so we should plan something before tomorrow night.”

                “What if nothing happens though?”

                “THEN WE WON’T MAKE IT A SUPER INTRICATE AND EXTRAVAGANT PLAN!!!” shouted Amber, arms flailing about.

                I myself can only pray.  

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                One question is probably on your mind right now; if you guys are super hero-ish, what in the holy hell are you guys doing sleeping and playing video games and whatnot? Well I’ll tell you what. It’s as simple as the enemy hasn’t struck yet.

                THE enemy.

                To imply, ONE major enemy.

                Who, may you ask?

                You know those calculators and pianos that have the brand “CASIO” on it? No? Go check your calculator then because I bet $100 that thing is CASIO branded.

                Well anyways, not long back I worked in a facility that the designing of CASIO products were established that was set up right here in Fitzville. What I do, basically, is transform myself into Franky Tanner, 24 year old woman with short spiky hair and a mouthful of bubble gum. I was working with a man named Cassidy Banks. He was petite, all short and frail, but was pretty excited and passionate about his ideas.  He wasn’t really a bad guy. Trustworthy too, for I told him my secret about who I am. He was the only person who wasn’t associated with my cause that I have told them within this century. (2000s, in case you’re wondering). He never said anything about it to anyone.

                More often than not at work, the other employees would rag on him for his ideas, and that lowered his confidence a tad bit. But I’d always be there for support. One day he was in his office building something that straight up looked sketchy and dangerous, seeing as how he was wearing some sort of protection gear on his face and gloves (usually in his experimental down time, he’d smoke a pipe to relax himself, but he didn’t this time). Some of the rather unruly employees came in and starting doing their typical ragging, calling him a low life for bothering to do this. I watched at the doorway, because this time, I wanted to test him to see if he could handle the situation himself.

                Dear god I wish I had stepped in.

                They got physical on him, and he couldn’t put the fight. They eventually pushed him into his project, were he had gotten a small shard of it in his skin and electrocuted himself. At the moment I thought “Holy crap I gotta help him NOOOW”, but then I thought, “It’s just a small shock and small piece of metal, it shouldn’t hurt him that bad.” And I was right, it didn’t hurt him to bad. It made, stronger, in fact.

                But, in a very bad way.

                He stood up as they laughed and walked away from him. I watch him walk up to the man who pushed him down and BOOM! Punched him right down, full fury and force. I was so shocked.  Then I noticed something sparking within him, something unnatural (this is what those fancy shmancy scientists call “mutations”, kids!). He started to wham on the others without hesitation, and I saw him…change. His skin began to harden and body began to shift. His body grew thicker and he grew taller. His even hardened into metal and his clothes changed into something mechanical (what even). He grew and grew before my eyes and he eventually burst through the ceiling (about 15 ft). Dust and plaster eventually cleared up when I finally saw him. He looked, how do I say, robotic?  He stood over me, sharpened and hardened and everything. He looked like himself, except mechanic-fied.

                That was the day Cass went rogue and turned into The Casio. 

              

Who or What is Courage?

What is courage?

That is the question asked

Well let me tell you something about courage

Have you ever felt the urge

To do something that is isn’t something

That would almost flow?

You wanted to do it

But you were second guessing yourself

You did it anyways

Because you had the strength to do it

That right there was courage

It feels warm

It feels energizing

It feels powerful

It makes you

Feel like you can do

Anything

The feeling of courage

Is better than energy drink

It’s that shot of energy and adrenaline

That allows you to move forth

Another question is raised however

An uncommonly thought query:

Who is courage?

Well I’ll tell you who

Courage is youthful

He’s full of energy and will take on

Anything

He thinks before acting

To see if it’s right in the first place

Then he’ll fight with passion

With a sword to represent

The brave warriors from long ago

Courage has had many enemies

But all have been no match

Except for one

Who always returns for another round

That enemy is Fear

Fear is logical

He sees the odds and laughs at anyone

Who even tries to go against them

Claims the failure to be true

Fear constantly asks to Courage

“What if?”

He gets into Courage’s thoughts

And gives him the harsh reality

But is the one

The one that gives him the power

To defeat Fear?

Two beautiful women

Who have guided him through his life;

Hope and Willpower

Hope shows him

That chances of victory rather than failure

Willpower fills him

With the strength and control to claim

The victory

A swing of the sword

The one filled with brave warriors

Defeats Fear

All of him

At least for now

So that Courage can keep going

Onward with his journey

Where?

Through all of our hearts

He wants to help us keep going

Courage is

The brave warrior

Inside of all of us