''hurry up mike''!Shouted Leo from across the field.''Hold on''he replied.''i think i found something''.Leo ran over to find himself face to face with the biggest snake he had ever seen.It stared at them,his wet skin brushed against his thin ankles.Leo looked as though his heart stopped,he could'nt move from the fright.He tried to speak,but he just stumbled out whimpers at the fearsome site.Mike did'nt stay at all.He ran away as fast as he could,then tripped over what appeared to be a moss covered rock to Mike.''Bah,stupid rock'' mutterd Mike.Leo's heart stopped completly.''That is'nt a rock,thats a baby snake''!mutterd Leo.The baby snake was squished.Then,the mother snake slithered so quick,it bared it's teeth on Mikes ankle.Mike screamed and fell to the ground.Now Leo thought to run.Not just beause of the snake,but he felt as if his blatter would exsplode.After a long while of running,he finally rushed into the house,then slammed the door.''Wheres Mike?''asked the father,but Leo imediently went into the bathroom.When he came back down the stairs,he saw his uncle carrying Mike in his arms and said.''Snakes bite broken is bone''.

(lol I wanted to do this post I did on an abandoned site because I thought it was really good.)

Malcolm popped open an eye, not surprised to see a figure standing right next to him. Someone was bound to come; he just didn't expect it to be so soon. Another disturbance The thought roamed inside his head. A bothersome sigh almost came out of his mouth, but he held it back. Was there ever a time where someone didn't interrupt him?

Without a word he sat up, ruffling his hair so that it wouldnft be as messy. He hated his brown, stiff looking hair that falls on his face occasionally. Whenever he woke up his hair was like a bird nest. Guess Malcolm did learn to cope with it, but he still disliked it when someone saw the messy batch of hair.

Malcolm didn't catch who this person was at first; the blinding light somehow turned it to be a shadow behind the couch. Now that he turned to it, looking up and peering into what looked like a girl. The badge on her robes showed a serpent, which sent a relief down his body. If it was another first year Gryffindor like last time he swear he would just punch the hell out of them. There seemed to be a smirk on her lips, instead of a smile like he expected, but nevertheless Malcolm ignored the facial expression. As he examined her he found her not any older then him, possibly a sixth year or so. What she wanted he had no clue, and he knew he was about to find out. "Malcolm." He muttered with a smirk on his face also.

It was a usual morning, just like any other morning. He woke up to the sound of Billy Gilman’s voice through his headphones. He must have left his MP3 on all night. “What a waste of batteries,” He said sleepily as he slowly sat upright in his bed. A picture of a half shaded battery blinked on and off on his MP3. Wait… did he fall asleep to Billy Gilman’s voice?!?! That never happened, he always fell asleep to Cute is what we Aim for, the Academy is…, and bands like that but never Billy Gilman. It wasn’t that he had something about country music or anything probably he lived in Texas which was pretty much the capital of Country music, but he only listened to country music during the daytime, never the night because he never could go to sleep while listening to country.

“Eh, Screw it,” He said out loud as he threw the headphones of the MP3 onto the floor of his messy room. He rubbed his eyes and looked at the calendar. What day was it? Saturday? Friday? Wednesday? He had no idea or any memory of what happened yesterday night. “Probably just another drunk night out on the clubs,” he muttered as he pulled on a pair of jeans to cover his dark blue boxers. He applied his deodorant and pulled a red Abercrombie shirt on and walked down stairs to brush his teeth and all the other crap he did in the morning no matter what day it was.

After finishing his usual routine, he sat at the breakfast table across from his father and asked him “What day is today?” His dad lowered his newspaper and raised an eyebrow. “What day is today?” He repeated before replying “It’s 6 years since the two planes crashed into the twin towers. It’s 6 years since the worse thing to happen on our own soil happened.” Then he understood what his dad was saying. It was 6 years since 9/11. 9/11 was the day that two planes crashed into the twin towers. 9/11 was the day that his social studies teacher referred as the saddest day in history. “In other words, it’s gonna be a sad day.” He muttered. “What was that?” his father asked him. “Nothing.” He lied quickly.

Grabbing his back pack, Kevin rushed out the door and walked to Timberview High School. He grabbed a school newspaper on his way in. No, he wasn’t planning on reading it or anything, but every month close to a holiday or a special event, there was a newspaper, his social studies teacher had told them to bring a newspaper to school if there was a new one, and since he didn’t want to fail social studies again, he did as he was told. Then something caught his eye, it was a notice telling about a football player that had died recently on the sidelines of a football game and that the game on the 12th was going to be post-poned to the 17th. “Great,” He muttered. It wasn’t that he had something against the dead which he certainly didn’t, but he was looking forward to the game because they were playing their rivals, Summit High School.

He stuffed his back pack into his silver locker and started walking to class with the newspaper in his hands. Sitting down in the back row, he watched as the class filled with nerds, jocks, cheerleaders, and other people. Then the bell rang and Mr. Green (social studies teacher) wasn’t in the class yet. That never happened unless something majorly important happened, Mr. Green was on time. Out the window, he could see the flag team ready to lower the flag at the time that the first building was crashed into. It had become a tradition all over America. Then they lowered the flag. That was when history repeated itself.

Everybody was mourning over the loss of loved ones on that day, which made it a perfect day to crash into another two important buildings which was exactly what happened. Two people had hijacked an American airplane… again! As all the TV’s in the rooms turned on automatically, everybody in the school watched as the White House and the place where the declaration of independence was signed was crashed into.

His jaw dropped along with a lot of other students’. How could it happen? Weren’t the security in airports and stuff harder to get through? Was this a joke? Or was it real?

[[stupid, lame, and random, I know]]