What I was doing with my glasses broken was wandering around the backyard, being a zombie. Zombies don't need to see. They need to be weird and awkward, and I am accomplished at both. I was avoiding K as I perfected my zombie walk, because he was attempting golf with a baseball bat, and I knew it might not end well for anyone.
I was attacking an innocent village of weeds when I was hit with a golf ball. I then decided to turn my life around, right then and there! I became...an artist!
I drew large, colorful pictures with a tub of Crayola chalk! They were good enough to see without visual aid.
Then, of course, it started to rain and my life's work was washed away. I advise all budding artists not to use chalk outside unless you want your hopes and dreams to be gone in an instant of ten-second showers!
I am getting new glasses today, and wish me luck-I hope my power doesn't go up.
Diolouge for Saturday, August 22, 2009:
Max: “Did you know it wasn’t me, the other Max?”
Fang: “Yeah.”
Max: “When?”
Fang: “Right away.”
Max: “How? We look identical. She even had identical scars and scratches. She was wearing my clothes. How could you tell us apart?"
Fang: “She offered to cook breakfast.”
Fang: “Yeah.”
Max: “When?”
Fang: “Right away.”
Max: “How? We look identical. She even had identical scars and scratches. She was wearing my clothes. How could you tell us apart?"
Fang: “She offered to cook breakfast.”
-Maximum Ride: School's Out-Forever by James Patterson
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