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Story-Time (part 1)

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Hello again Beautiful People! Guess what time it is? No silly, it's not "Adventure Time"; it's time for another "Story-Time with Dexter! (yay)

Back in the dinosaur times of July this year, I was accepted out of 300 people to be on the school water-polo team; I had been quite excited and also proud of myself, for I had been training for months. But when the team practices came around, most of the Seniors had started gunning for the top positions on the team, and since some of the Sophomores and Freshmen were actually a fair competition this year, some of the upper dawgs had started "recommending" that us lil' puppies stay low until the positions were decided.

Naturally, there was resistance, but it was soon hectored after a few examples of some cock-sure freshmen. During an example, I had found a three Senior on one Junior, of which the Junior had been one of my comrades, but for now we will dub him Thomas. I knew that neither of us would stand a chance in this dispute, but I wasn't about to leave him to break alone either. That's the type of person I was. I walk briskly over to the posy and already see pushes and shoves, I start to run; and by the time that I reach them, Thomas is already curled in a fetal position, blocking his throat and face from kicks. I see the Alpha of the pack, and decide to act on impulse and choke him out from behind. The one I was holding on to was about 6ft 2", so this most likely wasn't my finest decision.

I hold around his neck with my forearms, maintaining an iron grip with all my might. At first he struggles, and then pauses for a moment, then starts to ram me against the wall behind him; after the first few slams, I am nearly completely out of breath, and his croneys catch on to what is happening. Absently, they begin to throw punches to knock me off, after maybe four blows, I notice their positions and begin to make twists in an attempt to use my host as a 'meat shield'. A score of hits land on my opponent's rib cage, until they finally withdraw. By this time, Thomas was finished recovering, and had pulled himself to his feet, in a stance that made him look as if he were about to vomit. But despite this, he sucked in his gut, rolled his hands into cuffs, and let his feet shift shoulder length apart. Tom sees what I am doing and lines up is body with the enemy's; He takes his first shot. Miss, barley though as it almost hit me. I lower my head to avoid his punches.

He shoots again, and this time a hit, making a hard contact with his left brow. I feel blood flowing across my forearm, his blood. Tom goes for another run, but as soon as he does, his feet are swept out from under him; since his hands missed the swing, he lands flat on his face, blood seeming to form a small pond on the ground, pouring in from river nose. Tom was out cold. Seeing what had happened, the death-grip I had, I released; leaving my foe staggering out through the corridor at a moderate pace, leaving his pack to trail behind him, muttering insults and shallow threats.

By now, a group of students had migrated around us, forming a circle, they must've been there to see how the process had rolled down, but I wasn't really sure and didn't have time to think of such trivial matters. My first order of business was to address Tom. I kneel onto one knee and touch his throat to try and find a pulse: there was, that was a good sign. He appeared to be breathing without any difficulty, another plus.

Just as soon as I was going to check for fractures or breaks, I was interrupted by a small battalion of teachers, consisting mainly of curious teachers and few of the school paramedics (yes we have actual paramedics, this sort of thing happens enough to need them) They do basically what I did and some more that I would've if given more time, and then made the decision to move him out by stretcher and get him to a hospital. During this time, I was being questioned about how this had all come to be, of which mostly I simply stated a fight, without listing any names(I'm not devoid of logical reasoning) The fools bought it and carried him out as I had finished explaining my alibi.

ab actu ad posse valet illatio Part two within a fortnight hopefully

Humanity (You're part of it)

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Hello beautiful people! I haven't really been active lately, so I decided to pound on my keyboard until the voices went away. So here is what came as a result of that.

Do you ever see those teenagers that spend their entire weekend loitering at the mall? Well, if you haven't, try to avoid them, here's why. Today I rode my bicycle to the town mall, to purchase a 32gb flash drive. I bought the USB for around $32 and exited the store. Right as I exited, a boy around my age knocked into me, almost as he had done so intentionally. We both stood up and dusted off, he apologised for being reckless, and I told him it was no problem. after that we both went our separate ways.

I took about thirty minutes to get home, but as soon as I did, I had a horrible realisation, my pockets were empty, EVERYTHING was gone. I rushed back to the mall(this time it only took half the time) and went to where the boy was standing, I asked him if he had seen what I was carrying. His answer was Negative. I for one was not about to take no for an answer. If there were two things you should know about me, those two things would be this: I have a burning dislike for injustice, and I am EXTREMELY stubborn. He acted genuinely sorry, I however could see through is Diablic concern(and his pocket). I told him this, "I do not want to start a commotion, however, if what is mine is not returned I will." Like me, he was not letting in. I told him i would give him the advantage of the first blow, since I was insisting upon this.

He took this opportunity as I had predicted. One right hook flew into the air, instinctively I dodged to my left, leaving my opponent off balance and exposed. I seized that small window of time set out before me by taking hold of the arm that had swung and twisted it behind his back, quickly I kicked the back of his leg forcing his face towards the cement.(note* this happened in about 0.8 seconds) Through the struggling, I searched through his pockets, in doing so I found my wallet and newly purchased USB. An adult must have seen what had happened, and sooner than I could explain our predicament, the both of us wound up in a mall security office. The office was large and contained around ten other officers, of whom were most likely on break. My main concentration was fixed on the one who had brought us in. He was pacing back and forth, as if he had somewhere better to be, but soon enough, he spoke.

"So tell me why the two of you are here." "I don't know, why don't you tell us? You were the one who brought us here after all." The voice belonged to the boy. The officer spoke again, this time to me. " How about YOU, are you a smart-ass like him?" he nodded towards the boy. I didn't answer. Several items flew onto the coffee table in front of us, one of which was mine. "Do you recognize these?" he asked. "Some people have been getting on my case about a pickpocket around these parts, you wouldn't know anything about him now would you." Both of us projected a clear "No", almost so suddenly that the officer drew back. "Well this is yours I believe, is it not?" The officer said as he waved my wallet back and forth. "Yes sir" I said, "It is mine." "How can I be Sure" he said. I told him to open the wallet and look at the ID card. He eyed me and then my ID "Ohhhhh, so your pops(dad) is in the Military?"(I always have my Military ID on hand, I get discounts :D) "Yes sir, he is." "I believe you kid."(he had no reason not to) "Here" he said as he tossed it foreward. "And as for you punk" no longer was he referring to me, "What about these, are any of these yours." The boy was shaking as he shook his head, a definite no. "What about you kid, any of 'em yours?" "Only one" I said as I reached for what was mine. My had was swatted away "Not so fast kiddo, I can't just let you take that." I told him I had bought it and that the receipt was on the back, but I could tell he wasn't buying it. He spoke "Get outta here, and just be glad that I'm letting you off for that little skirmish you decided to have." I nodded, apologised for causing him trouble, and then left. My Mother didn't ask a question about where I was, so I didn't tell her(I figure if she wants to know she'll read this).

After that I decided to take a shower, eat, and then write this. I assume this is the part where I should put a moral to my story, but I guess I really didn't learn anything at all from this. If I did though, the moral would probably sound something like this. "Pickpocket back what is yours" or "Make sure no one sees you hit him" or even better "Cut the body first then flush it in tiny pieces instead, of hiding it :p ". Ok, maybe not that last one, but you get the point.

Dreams

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So I woke up this morning, (obviously), but before I did I had the Strangest dream. I was in a mat competition, I had no idea how I got there, (like most dreams) but I was there, (again, obviously). So there was this Huge calculus problem that I had to complete, I am in 8th Grade, i have never done Calculus in my life but I managed to complete the problem. I later awoke, clearly remembering my dream I walked downstairs to my computer and inserted the problem. Strangely enough I was correct.

The ting that really puzzles me is the probability of me getting a calculus problem right that I have never seen, with no present or past experience of calculus is astronomical. It makes a person wonder sometimes about the complexity of the Human Mind.