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It’s Only the Apocalypse
It’s Wednesday, I’m mindlessly staring at a computer screen ready to type another fifteen minute journal entry for my creative writing class. I scroll over to my word processor’s icon and reluctantly double click, starting the program. As the computer makes a variety of strange buzzing noises everything comes to an abrupt end. I was now mindlessly staring at a lifeless computer screen wondering what has happened. Thinking of a possible explanation of what might have turned off my computer, I proceed to restart my computer. The computer doesn’t reply with any sign of turning on, no noises, no lights, not a thing at all. I then finally realize… it’s not just the computer that’s turned off; my whole house is turned off.

My fear of the dark starts to immediately kick in and let me tell you it is pitch black in this windowless basement room, which I like to call ‘The Cave’ for obvious reasons. I now get to thinking about how I’m the only person home. This is where my mind starts to draw conclusions as to what’s going on. Going off of my fear the most practical thing I can come up with is obviously there’s a serial killer outside of my house. The bad guy just got done cutting the power and is now going to break in and get me. The cracking sound of lightning outside makes me rethink, I guess maybe the storm outside could have something to do with this instead. I decide to go with my theory that the storm outside is what is preventing me from writing my journal entry. I finally get up and decide to go check out what I can upstairs.
As I walk up the steps I look outside the window over the landing. It’s extremely windy outside, indicated by the wildly thrashing trees. A thick dark cloud is eclipsing whatever is left of the day’s pleasant climate. The beginning of the storm is beautiful compared to what was to take place over the next few hours. After confirming that indeed there is a great storm shrouding over my house, I decided to get some flashlights to fix my light problem. I also grab some other stereotypical teenage necessities which include my cell phone and my mp3 player. Looking out the window I see the storm filling in every patch of sky incredibly fast. I stand around and observe the storm a little more when I hear the tornado sirens go off. I start to move to the backside of my house to look outside a little more. I stand around more thinking how funny and ironic it is that the tornado sirens are going off; usually they test them on Wednesday anyway. The storm shows me to stop thinking about how humorous it is when I now see a twirling cloud off in the distance and a big wall cloud to the right. At this point all humor and sarcasm has worn out its welcome.

I now, without even thinking, make my way downstairs and open up the wine cellar. I never thought I’d have to sit in this cold cement room fearing our house being blown over. Well curiosity gets the best of me and I keep finding myself back upstairs watching the intense storm outside. Besides if a tornado managed its way into the wine cellar, I’d be enjoying the nice safe comfort of broken glass wine bottles flying around. As time goes on the storm only worsens. It’s now just down pouring, so much that there are actual waves on my driveway. The wind is ripping through the trees, with sticks and leaves flying everywhere. It is now dark as night outside even though it is only evening. As the storm becomes sourer, I reassess my possessions. I decide to grab my wallet and put it in my pocket as well; in case I happen to be found unconscious in a pile of rubble someone can identify me. I now decided to call my friends and see if they’re experiencing this same catastrophe. After a few phone calls to the sounds of out of service noises, I was content that calling people didn’t work either. Now with nobody to talk to and the apocalypse outside only getting worse I decided to go back downstairs and wait till it all blows over.

Finding myself back upstairs again I decide to start frantically closing every door and blind in the house, who knows I thought it might be a good idea in the event of an apocalyptic storm. At this point the storm had picked up very much; so much that outside of any window, I hadn’t shut up with the blinds, I could only see ten feet away from the house. Hail had started to come down and bash against the house. The sound of hail increased and increased until it scared me back downstairs. As I waited in the pitch black basement all I could hear was the smacking of hail on the house and the cracking sound of lightning. It was so loud that I thought hail had actually broken in the house and was crashing into the wooden floors upstairs. From the window that’s over the stairs I could see lightning crash down so fast that it was flickering white light constantly through the windows.

After a while the storm finally calmed down a bit. I summed up the courage to move back upstairs to check things out. I finally got a phone call through to my brother who was on his way home. I decided to be real brave and hang out underneath the overhang outside and get a first hand look at everything. I immediately noticed the big branch that had fallen close to the garage. Other than that there were just sticks and leaves littered across the landscape. Amongst the debris there was plenty of TP from the previous junior/senior TP night scattered about. My brother finally got home to stand around and look at everything just like me. We eventually moved on back inside and lit some candles for some light. The storm decided to pick back up again a few more times, but they were just big down pours and lightning, nothing compared to what had just happened. We ended up sitting down and eating some chips and salsa and let it all blow over. By the end of the night after the apocalypse and with no power, I went to bed with the satisfactory feeling of there being no school in the morning.

Journal Entry 3

Journal Entry 2 -

Journal Entry 1 - How to scam AMC movie theater in Arbor Lakes…

How to scam AMC movie theater in Arbor Lakes…

So the other day my friends and I went to go see the movie “Waiting.” We decided to go to the AMC movie theater in Arbor Lakes because we know of a little scam to save money. Basically, after a certain time in the day ticket prices go up. Usually adult tickets are eight dollars for people like you and me. Instead we get child tickets for only five dollars and the satisfaction of seeing R rated movies with them. Movies you probably wouldn’t take your kid too. So this is how it works…

List of Materials Needed:
1. A Card
· Some form of credit card, cash card, check card, etc.
· You know Visa, American Express, blah blah blah (I don’t think it makes a difference, but I’m not 100% sure.)
2. Some way of getting there
· Car
· Truck
· Bus
· ATV
· Boat
· Helicopter
· Jet Airplane
· Jet Pack?
· Bicycle
· Tricycle
· Skateboard
· Rollerblades
· Some ingenious crazy cool thing I don’t even know about

Alright once you have those key items your good to go. Of course you should probably figure out when your movie is and what not but that’s up to you. So here’s how it works…

Step by Step on how to scam:
1. Enter the movie theater
Upon entering the movie theater instead of going up to the ticket booth thingie, immediately turn right. You’ll notice some machines that sell tickets if you have a card.
2. Approach the ticket machines
This thing is pretty self explanatory. Here’s where you’ll need the card.
3. Enter in the movie and the time you’re seeing it at.
4. Select X amount of child tickets for you and all your friends.
This step is crucial. Don’t pay for the eight dollar adult tickets, but for the 5 five dollar child tickets.
5. Use the card to pay for the tickets
6. Enter your movie and enjoy!

See I just saved you 3 dollars for you and all your friends. Now go ahead and see those R rated movies with your child tickets. Be sure to get your money back from everyone that you paid for. Oh and one last thing, I’m not responsible for anything that may go wrong or any trouble you may get in. Good Luck!