The worst school in existence

So, here's the deal. I am a student from turning point, a program for middle school and high schoolers that helps them manage thier anger and stuff like that.  There were several students names I can't recall at present, but those I do recall are Michael, Steven, Josh, Jakie, Becca and Parker.  Three students that I have mentioned here go to my school, and of those three are Steven, Becca and Parker.  Steven has an after school class in ROTC, a program that teaches kids honor, respect and duty among other things. Becca is kind of a mooch and takes things from people in a very bad trade.  I'm not sure what parker does, because he's so skinny and scared for his life he appeares to me and says "they're c-c-coming. they"ll find m-m-me. N-n-need to keep m-m-moving or-" then dashes away quicker than a starving man running for a buffet.  Anyway, if you are reading this, and from the Program, listen well.  High school and middle school are two very different things.  Students form what I like to call "Stupi-groups" because, you join a group and it's like you lose your ability to think independantly.  You only act as one of the group or you risk deletion, and you try to stop deletion at all costs, even if it means throwing your best friend under the bus.  Stay clear of those groups, but if you can, make friends with the guy who has the biggest muscle mass and who you know will look out for you.  Because, the "Stupi-groups" can and will go after the freshmen and will try to convert you into thuer group.  Dont obey, and they will attack, and you find yourself in either a ditch with your throat cut, or you run like hell and drop out of school.  Thats why i've got my neighbor and friend twice my size at least.  He's in a stupi-group who call themselves rednecks.  Nobody messes with the rednecks and everybody messes with me.  If your in trouble, don't go to the teachers, because they're all lazy and for "participating" in fighting they'll suspend you and leave the other kid alone because he wasn't the one who interrupted in they're donut eating.  There's so much more i wish to explain to you.  Your not ready for this highschool, and I dont know if you ever will be, but if you ever do go to north valleys high, dont expect special treatment, because everything that i've told you is the truth. this high school really is hell on earth.

walking through a town of horror at the stroke of midnight with a demon and a pie

I'm at the top of a state penitentiary with a huge amount of zombies at the front gate. Food scources were getting low so i decided to try to make an escape. I loaded up my rocket launcher for the break of a century. While i was getting ready, i just happened to glance at the front gate. There was this undead experiment with a huge two-sided axe trying to break down the gate, and i thought,"if that thing breaks down the gate all hell is going to break loose." Sure enough with one huge blow, it smashed the gate open. You can imagine this made me work as fast as i could. I shot the rocket launcher and made the huge thing splatter along with a huge amount of zombies. I then reloaded and shot again. this time i took out the rest of the zombies and a few werewolves. I noticed the werewolves were climbing the walls so i ran for it. The vampires were asleep for the day so at least i knew they would stay there unless one of the careless wolfs decided to go through thier territory. I just kept running and running when I found myself in city hall, because i knew if i stopped running they would all come for me. I turned a corner and saw the rest of the zombies were wondering through the streets. Thats when I saw it. It apeared out of a ball of fire that shot straight up from the ground, a demon. She said in a voice so dark, "Get out of here! Your our last hope! Run! And watever you do, dont go deeper into the city! Now run!" Let me tell you, arguing with a pissed off demon isn't the greatest idea. So I decided to run, after I threw a gernade at the mob of things. When she saw the gernades she rolled hear black eyes and scooped me up. We got out of that town as soon as possible. As soon as we were safe I asked, "What the hell is going on?! Who are you?!" She replied by saying "Your the last living human being on the face of the earth, well, the only one who hasn't been contaminated by any type of contaigen. To answer your question, yes I'm a demon here to protect you. Only you can create a cure to save all of humanity." I looked closer at her and i noticed that she had human traits. Her hair was a very dark, almost black color. Her eyes were a blood-red color along with her skin. She saw me looking at her so I looked away. She said, "I was human once. When I was 15 years old I encountered my first zombie. I killed it, but I was bitten. I didn't turn into a zombie like I thought I would. Instead, the virus i was infected with mutated. The scientists said they didn't know what it was that had morphed the virus. About six weeks after the testing ended, the changes started. I was on a table in a lab when my hair got darker. My skin turned red and finally, I burst into fire, instantly killing the scientists." I wasn't sure, but i thought i saw her brush a tear from her eye. I felt kind of bad since she was the same age as me. She didn't deserve to be mutated and poked at by scientists. She was just a girl in the wrong place at the wrong time. While I was lost in thought there was something approaching from the east. I noticed movement and grabbed my shotgun. That's when I heard it. The scream of a thousand nails on a chalkboard. The little girl accually looked deadly. Bloodied shirt and mouth. Razor-sharp teeth, white eyes. The demon girl looked at her and smiled. She turned to me and said "poof" and the little girl burst into flames. Talk about barbecue.

I finally heard from him!

He finally did it! he finally went on his blog! i dont kno if Michael is loging on to his e-mail account yet but it was nice of him to actually post something for once. HEY MICHAEL IF YOUR READING THIS WE NEED TO TALK. CALL ME AT 384-4638. DO IT AS SOON AS POSSIBLE. AND THAT DOESN'T JUST GO FOR MICHAEL EITHER. I WANT TO HEAR FROM ALL OF TURNING POINT IF THATS POSSIBLE. alright well ill talk to you guys later. peace out Michael and best of luck, Daniel.

Every Night I go to bed, I cant sleep.

You know when you go to bed and you can't go to sleep? Than you know how I feel. I go to bed at 9:00 and fall asleep at 2:00. I spend a lot of time thinking about what I did in middle school, everything I did. Sometimes I even have dreams about it. And as soon as I wake up, I just want to go back and correct it all. And very rarely I go to bed and I do correct it, only to mess it all up again and again and again.

answer to my friends

Hey! you know, for a second there, I thought you guys forgot about me! I'm doing great here. High school is a lot tougher than than any school I've been to. Have you guys heard from Michael or anyone else who left with me? Now I'm REALLY going to miss you. My classes are: Directed Studies, English, Algebra, Biology, Metalworking, and AFJROTC. This helps me catch up on my work. This I think you already know what it is. Algebra is an advanced type of math. Biology is the study of life and is pretty hard. This class is going great, even though it's only notes so far. This class is easy for the most part excluding today where we had to march for the full 90 minute class. So how's everything over there? Answer me when you can, and if you ever come back too stead, please drop bye after 2:45 to 11710 Green Mt. St. Oh yeah and Joseph, can you follow my blog? I cant follow yours unless you follow mine. I've got two 30 minute breaks that I can respond. Until next time, your friend, Daniel.

P.S. Becca is also here.

My friends at Obrien middle school

You want to know whats wierd? Its that I didn't think that I would ever get out of middle school and go to North Valley's high but now I just want to go back and see all my old friends and teachers. And right now I'm kind of wanting to see them or at least hear from them. But theres a problem: I haven't heard from Michael or Steven or even Mrs. Lois. I just wish they would call me and talk to me. If they are reading this then here's my number: 384-4638. Please call me.

A friend

My friend's name is Michael. He's got brown hair, blue/green eyes and tan skin. We have been friends for four years.