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Journal # 9 - Home Again

Wed, 26 May 2004 18:32:16 GMT

Journal # 9 - Home Again

I woke up. I was in my tent, I don't know how I got there. But that's where I was, I looked around, all my stuff was laying on the tent floor beside me. Weird. I peeked out the window, my mom and dad were cooking dinner on the fire outside. Wow, was that all a dream? I wasn't sure. One thing was for sure, I was happy to be back. I wouldn't want to live my life running like that. Maybe being a secret agent isn't my calling in life. Comparing the two, I'm perfectly happy to have the things the way they are right now. Yeah, it was all a dream, of course it was, it had to be. I went outside and helped with cooking. We had steak and eggs. Yum, it felt as though I hadn't eaten in a long long time. Later on that night I used the self-lighting lantern in my tent so that I could read my book. I just sat back reading, listening to all my favorite songs. I'm glad everything was just a dream, but it felt so real. I'm content with my life now compared to the running I did in my dream, I wouldn't want to live like that. Not that those Ugling's existed anyway right? As I turned the page, I realized the long scar on my forearm.

Journal # 8 - Escape...Again

Wed, 26 May 2004 17:11:10 GMT

Journal # 8 - Escape...Again

So here I was, again, back aboard the airship, or thats what I thought it was. This time they hadn't bothered take my stuff, I stood up and looked around, and then down at my arm, it wasn't throbbing anymore, a good sign, I rolled up the shredded sleeve. Only a scar. How had it healed so fast? The Ugling's must have healed me...but if they did, why would they keep me prisoner. I wasn't sure, but I wasn't about to find out. I looked around and saw one of the Goo-shooting ships that was attacking me before. I shot towards it. Once I scrambled in the seat, I looked around, the controls seemed easy enough, a basic steering wheel, and an "On" button. I didn't question the fact that everything seemed so basic for a flying ship. Instead I hit the button, tilted the steering wheel back, and took off. Instantly two more ships shot after me, but by tat time I was shooting towards the top of the hole, that thing moved fast. Not really thinking when I took off I wasn't sure where I wanted to land. They were shooting at me, so the first chance I got I crash landed the ship into the trees below, and everything went black.

Journal # 7 - When the Ugling�s come lookin�

Wed, 26 May 2004 13:35:27 GMT

Journal # 7 - When the Ugling�s come lookin�

I was starting to run out of breath. I had to find somewhere to hide again, and fast. Would these guys ever tire? I hoped so, this was sort of fun though. I found a spot to hide in a hollowed out tree. It was starting to get even colder out it seemed, I was sweating too. I sort of enjoyed this running and hiding thing, it was probably the most exciting thing that has and ever will happen to me, unless...I become a secret agent! Yes. That will do. But for now, it was time to start running again. With a long step out of the tree I took off running, and WHAM. I tripped. Maybe I should think this Secret Agent thing over again. I cut a long slice along my forearm when I fell. It started oozing with blood instantly. I looked back to the giant tree to check if I could get back there in time, but they already spotted me and were coming quickly. Man, there was no stopping these guys, they just kept coming. I made a miserable attempt at wrapping my arm while I ran, it held for now. Then, out of nowhere, an Ugling swooped out of the tree, and collided headlong - or limblong right into me. I was sent sprawling backwards.So much for my invincibility. He was up faster than I was, it was hardly fair, he had six more limbs than me, but now wasn't the time to start a petition. I turned around and started to run the other way, but two more Uglings stood in the way. Seeing I was beat, I tucked my tail between my legs, fell over and played dead.

Journal # 6 - Escape

Wed, 26 May 2004 05:45:21 GMT

Journal # 6 - Escape

WHAM. I ran headlong into a group of the Uglies. Or was it Uglings? That thought shot out of my mind instantly as they turned towards me. I scrambled back a few crawling, butt sliding steps as fast as I could and launched back to my feet and sped off again. I was waiting for the sound of a lightsaber, or a ear splitting ZING to hit me in the back. Nothing happened. But I didn't realize this at the time, I was too busy running like crazy into the bushes and up the trail from where I had came. I did however, hear footsteps, or slide steps or something coming after me. These guys meant business, and I wasn't about to stick around for a press conference. Ugh, why didn't I just goto my tent. I glanced up to see how far I was from the top of the pit when I saw another airship. It was tiny though, like as though one person could operate it. It started shooting something at me but I wasn't sure what it was. I ducked, jumped, danced, crawled, hurtled and skipped out of the way, but I wasn't fast enough. WHAM, for the second time in two minutes, a gooey glump of... something hit me square in the forhead. And then something happened...I was waiting for anything, ready to embrace anything, but I wasn't ready or ready to embrace this. Nothing happened! YES! I came to the conclusion that I am infact invinsible. It started to get really cold so I knew I was almost at the top of the giant gaping hole again. I saw three more goo-shooting ships come my way and I was prepared for anything and nothing at all, when all of a sudden, an avalanch! Don't ask me how, but sure enough, WHAM (again) The ships were hurtled out of the air by tons and tons of snow. I had no idea how this happened, because at the time I don't even think that it was snowing, or was snow still on the ground, but when something like that happens, you don't question your luck.

Journal # 5 - Waking Up

Tue, 25 May 2004 17:18:49 GMT

Journal # 5 - Waking Up

They were ugly. The most grotesque creatures I had ever seen. They had no specific body shape, no face, no head for that matter, it looked as if they just sprouted limbs wherever their bodies decided where to put them. It's not that they were gooey or slimy or anything, it just kind of shocked me to wake up, aboard this giant ship, with these mutant like creatures. I don't know what we could classify them as, I don't really care to be honest. I will call them Uglings. I wasn't tied up, which was weird, maybe they didn't see me as much of a threat, that told me I was no match for them. The only problem was, I only had my clothing on me, everything else had been taken. My flashlight, MP3 Player, and compass. I looked around quick for an escape, trying to form a plan in my mind before they realized I was up. I saw my belongings on a small stool about twenty feet away. I started to crawl towards it, and with just my luck - CREEEK - I went still. They seemed not to notice, which was a good thing, I didn't know what they wanted, or how they planned to get it, I needed to get out of there, and fast. I slipped under some mesh like net and reached my hand up onto the top of the the stool. Bingo. I found my things, grabbed them and went back into hiding. Then something stirred, a sound of alarm went off and immediately they realized I was missing. The Uglings scoured every inch of the ship deck. I stayed put. A few of them jumped over the side of the ship into the muck below, but I was nowhere to be found. The rest headed over except for three. I took my chance, I quick dove over the side hoping I would land somewhere soft...right into a heap of mud. I jumped up and ran off, oblivious to the direction.

Journal # 4 - Discovery

Tue, 25 May 2004 15:41:17 GMT

Journal # 4 - Discovery

You know that little voice in your head that tells you not to do something as your about to do it? Well. We must have been speaking a different language or Im deaf, because I didn't listen. But do we ever? Not in my case. I walked down the trail until it came to a really deep step, it was a little icy because it was still a little cool out this time of year so I took it slowly. I came to a spot on the path where it was if someone drilled a giant hole right into the center of the earth. I went right down. There was a strange humming sound that echoed in the distance, you could hear it, but just faintly. I wanted to find out what was down there.

"Hello?" I shouted.
There were some muffled sounds and then everything went quiet. Ah, probably just an animal I reasoned, I felt a little worried at the time so I used that excuse to turn around and start heading back up the path. Just as I was thinking that nothing eventful ever happened in my life, someone jumped out from the bush, I only remember seeing their silhoutte and then everything went black. I woke up on the very ship that I saw fly past my head, I was obviously in some sort of dream.

Journal # 3 - It's a bird! It's a plane! It's an - airship?

Tue, 25 May 2004 06:04:31 GMT

Journal # 3 - It�s a bird! It�s a plane! It�s an - airship?

     When we got to our campsite I unpacked my tent and put it up, it was easy, it took seconds. My parents had trouble putting up theirs though, so without a word I went and put it up for them. For a lawyer, my mother isn't too sharp when it comes to hands on stuff. Same with my dad. He's an activist, he fights against everything my mother fights for. Odd relationship, I know. As I was putting the tents up I swore I saw that same shadow swoosh above my head again. This time I think it was real, not that it was or wasn't last time. I want to find out what it is. As I started a fire to cook dinner on I felt the same swoosh above my head again.
     "Did you see that?" I asked my mother.
     "See what dear? I must have missed it" she replied shooting me an odd look.
     "Nothing, nevermind. It was nothing."
This is another thing I hate about camping, especially with my parents, I am the one who does the camping. Niether of them know how to start the fire, or put up the tent. I'd give them a dollar if they could even start the lantern, and it lights up whenever it gets dark. I bet they are glad they sent me to boy scouts. I sort of wanted to be away from things for a while.
     "Hey, Im going for a walk"
     "Don't go too far Andy, its getting dark" my dad yelled after me.
     Not five minutes into my walk, that same swoosh whirled past me again, but this time I was ready for it, but I wasn't ready for what I saw. Just as I looked up an enormous ship shot past. How had I missed it before? The ship itself for some reason didn't surprise me much, it was the fact that it was flying...an airship. My mind sped in sixty different directions at once, it made me lightheaded. I came to the conclusion that my eyes were playing tricks on me...but my vast curiousity took over and I started walking in the direction the "ship" was headed...just to prove myself wrong of course.

Journal 2 - A journey to a destination

Tue, 25 May 2004 05:25:14 GMT

Journal # 2 - A journey to a loathed destination

Wow. Now that was a long drive. I felt like screaming "are we there yet" the whole way. Holy. I wish my dad would have picked somewhere closer, like within 3 hours would have shut me up, but 10? ARGH. Anyway, we left our hometown late last night and arrived early this morning. My dad almost got in a fight with the park registration. Apparently we never booked a campsite. This got my hopes up, I saw the registration clerk scanning her long lists carefully, and my dads brow pushed so close together it looked like he was willing our name onto that paper. I was all ready to turn the car around, replace my battery in my music player, finish the next chapter in my book and start singing to some tunes as we cruised the long road home when the lady smiled at my dad, and declared it be so that I spend a week, an entire week in the middle of nowhere. In other words, she found our name on the list. Yippe. I was just settling comfortably back into my average angstly mood when I saw something whip past the car window. Or thought I did. Great. Not only am I stuck somewhere I don't want to be. I am now seeing things too. Some would call me crazy, depending on my mood, I just might agree with them.

Journal 1 - A Cynical Teen

Tue, 25 May 2004 04:54:24 GMT

Journal # 1 - A Cynical Teen

Another boring trip. I can�t believe we are going back to Banff AGAIN. This is the third time, and I grew tired of it the first time. This trip is just another one of my parents attempts at trying to find "the good in me." The good in me? How retarded. I am who I am, it�s so like them to try and go and change it all. They must not bevery bright either, god, you would think the second time coming here that they would be able to point it out to themselves that it just is not going to work. They are so optimistic. It�s disgusting. So here we are, packed from front to back of the car with luggage, tents, fishing poles, matches, canned food, lawn chairs, lanterns, you name it, when it comes to camping, we brought it. My dad even brought a canoe, how fun. Oh well, I have my MP3 player, freshly stocked with hours of tunes just waiting to be listened to, and a book, I brought my book, incase I need to, and most likely will, escape from reality. Some kids use drugs, some booze, all I need is music and a good book and I�m set. I can�t wait to get there and get out my guitar, the craving to play is already hitting me like a slap in the face and we haven�t even been gone an hour yet. Not gone an hour and already I want to be back with my friends. When will we get there?