On Sunday, while everybody was watching the Super Bowl, I was in my bed, trying to finish my book. I ended up sleeping at 12:00 and I didn’t know who won. But hey, it was worth it. About 300 pages finished in just one night.
Remember that blog post that I posted about how I was going to read Game of Thrones after I read my other book? Well, if you see me at school carrying around a blue leather bound book, that’s what it is.
Some kid walked up to me yesterday and asked me: “Is that the Bible?”
If this book were the biblical texts some religions worshipped, then we’d all be dead and quite possibly be executed one by one by a tyrannical King. Just saying.
So far, I have only gotten to page 32, and already there are 5 or 6 people dead. There’s a guy that got stabbed in the shoulder and got cut in half, A wolf with an antler horn impaled through it’s neck, a man beheaded for deserting, and etc.
Despite all the violence and the strong language, It’s pretty good. And besides, I’ve read Michael Chrichton’s books. They’re no different. It’s as if George R. R. Martin (the author) decided to just kill off everyone. There’s probably going to be more deaths coming soon. I’ve only begun after all.
Try to imagine a wasp or a bee stinging you every day you go to school. The pain will go away in like 30 minutes eventually. Now think about a small thick piece of folded up paper stinging you and making your arm numb for three periods. Now that’s got to hurt.
I don’t know what happened or who started it, but ever since the new semester started I kept on finding folded up papers or rubber bands all over the school. Heck, I even found a folded up piece stuck in my locker door! Anyways, last week, I sat down at lunch with my friends and ate regularly. But the only problem was that my friends were also part of the rubber band thing. They started shooting each other, and declared… Let’s see, what did they call it? Oh yeah a “War”. I asked them what they were shooting with, and Sean came up and said that they were called hornets. In my sixth period, I saw them yet again, and heard my teacher banning them in class.
That day, I went home and looked them up. I found a website that teaches you how to make them here it is:
After that week ended, I made an entire Arsenal and got ready to shoot anyone foolish enough to challenge me. The only problem was, that I was so naive in thinking that I would be the only one to fire. You see, the problem with these hornets is that they hurt and sting like crap.
I got shot in the neck by surprise by an eighth grader. I’ll find hunt him down and finish him over later. But for now, I’m going to keep on making making hornets.