ISKL+Kate

** Introduction:**
Include some or all of the following, as well as a link to your blog: first name, what you like to do in and out of school, favourites (food, sport, hobby, TV show, video game, etc.), places visited, future plans, claim to fame.

Hi, my name is Kate. I like to talk, sing, act, and be crazy with my friends. I like chocolate, sweet potato casserole, and raspberry jello-mold. I'm very klutzy, but I enjoy floor hockey, ice skating, American football, and basketball. I don't watch TV very much, but I like any show that is funny. I don't play too many video games, but I like my Wii. I've been all over the United States, Singapore, Malaysia (of course!), and recently London and Amsterdam. I plan to be a minor singer/actress, not too famous, but still fun. As I said earlier, I love singing and acting, and I'm not afraid of crowds, so I never am afraid to sing or act alone in front of other people, even if I don't know them. I also want to live in the U.S. or London, because it's really pretty in some places there. Incase you care, this is the link to my blog: [] Please check it out, and comment!

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Anvanette Einstein was sitting in her Historic Future classroom, trying to listen to Mr. Hamilton’s boring speech about how World War III would be the end of all things civilized, and we would return to the dark ages. He finished speaking, and turned on a movie that would last for the rest of the period, and darkened the room. Anvanette thought, “Good, time for my afternoon nap-time!”

When the movie ended, Anvanette was shocked that she hadn’t fallen asleep. She had stared at the TV screen, barely blinking. She loved the movie. It was realistic, and contained tons of information, given to the viewer in a really interesting way. “Unlike Mr. Hamilton’s speeches,” Thought Anvanette. That was one of the few things in school that kept her attention.

The last bell rang, signaling the end of school.

Anvanette walked home, and was greeted by a very distressed looking mother, with a red face, strewn hair, and an extremely mad expression on her face. “Ava. Get in the house.” Once the door was shut, she said to Ava, “What have yo been up to lately? What have you done wrong now?” Ava just stared at her mother, with a confused expression on her face. Her mother just sighed, and led her into the living room, where two men where sitting on the floral-printed couch. They were wearing black uniforms, and looking ridicules sitting in a sunlit sitting-room with lace and flowers everywhere, and their huge bodies took up much more space than Ava and her mother did when they were in there.

Ava looked over towards the men, and asked, “What’s wrong? Why are you here?”

One of the men looked over at her, and stood up. He towered over Ava, and scared her a bit. She glanced over to his left shoulder, where there was a badge that said, “CIA” on it. She gulped; he was tall, strong, and powerful. Yikes. He sighed, and her eyes returned to his face. He looked very tired, with dark circles under his eyes and an almost permanent scowl on his face. “Listen,” the first man said. “We don’t have very long, and we need to get started.”

Ava looked over at her mother, even more confused. “What are you talking about?” She directed her question towards the two men.

The second man glanced over at her, as the first man sat down. “Okay, I’m gonna tell you a story. You may not believe me, but it’s true. I can’t go into detail with the story, because we have less than three hours before the end of civilization as we know it will be destroyed. Now this happened about a week and a half ago, and ever since then, chaos has been the most dominant feeling in every person who works in Washington D.C. You see, the Prime Minister…

One Week And a Half Ago

“The Prime Minister, Adam Hadds, was meeting with Mr. Lawless, the president, as friends who wanted to keep peace btween their proviences. But the peace did not last long. Mr. Lawless arrived at a secret location, with only a bodygaurd for protection. This location was a special room, that was attached to a sushi resteruant, a favorite food of the Prime minister and the president. The walls of this room were bullet-proof, as were the windows. Mr. Hadds arrived with only a bodyguard and his younger brother for company. They began discussing trivial matters, such as what they had been doing recently, creating new laws and such. Then their conversation changed from trivial matters to debating the best recourse for the world to use as fuel. They got into an argument, and Mr. Lawless and the elder Mr. Hadds began to fist fight. The younger Mr. Hadds remained seated on the couch. Mr. Lawless’ bodyguard wanted to protect the president, and so he shot a warning shot at the elder Mr. Hadds. The bullet, not meant to hurt anyone, just to have the sound scare the two fighting men, flew directly to the elder Mr. Hadds’ left, where the younger Mr. Hadds was sitting. The shot hit him in the stomach, and caused him to double over. He moaned, and caught that attention of the two fighing men. The Mr. Hadds’ bodyguard called in a helicopter to take the younger Mr. Hadds to the nearest hospital. The two men who had fought returned home, on the orders of the injured Mr. Hadds’ doctor. Later that evening, the news reached both Washington D.C. and Europe symostaniusly; the younger Mr. Hadds was dead, due to a fatal wound in the kidney.

Mr. Hadds was a state of shock; his younger brother had died. He kept silent about the matters for two days, then had their ambassador come home from the U.S. A few hours later, a very threatening message arrived from the Prime Minister, “BEWARE. WE WILL GET YOU NO MATTER WHAT. YOU HAVE OFFENED US, AND YOU WILL PAY.” PRESENT DAY

As you can imagine, we were very upset, because we had not meant to put our realationship with England in peril. We begged them not to begin a war with us, but they would not agree. The two sides began gathering mass-distructive wepons and began aquiring allies in the war that was bound to come. The war is to “start” in just a few hours, and you’re the only one who can stop it,” he finished talking.

Ava had a stunned look on her face. The information she was just given was serious. “How can I help?” She aske, desprate to save the world and it’s civilazation.

“You can come with us to our lab, and hook up all of the computers that control all of the guns, and other weponry. You are the only one who can stop it from distrying our world. Come with us!”

Ava agreed, and set out, to save American and the rest of the world.

She ran to the set of large computers, their wires dominating the room. Then she typed for one hour sraight. At twentyseconds until the guns would go off,

**Questions for Peer Reviewers**
(Think in terms of questions you would like to ask the author.) 1. Think of plot—is it original? (If an adaptation, is it creative or interesting to you?) What suggestions do you have for the author(s)? I think the plot is quite interesting and very original. A fight between the President and the Prime Minister which causes the body guard to react and shoot just to scare them but ends up killing the brother of the Prime Minister, such suspence! My only suggestion would be maybe to describe the setting a little bit more, but overall I think the plot is very satisfying and catches the readers attention! Great job Kate! 2. Think about problems that the characters face. Are there complications that add enough suspense, tension, or interest? Is there a climax that satisfies you? Is the resolution satisfying? What could be added or changed? I think the problems your character faced was great, just an average girl gets adressed with this big problem that could change civilization and she is asked to help, very attention grabbing! The only thing I would add if this was my story would be more specific describing of what was happening with the President and the Prime Minister 3. Think of characterization—are the characters life-like? Are characters likable and enjoyable? Do we get a good sense of character from many of these: description, dialogue, narrator's opinion, discussion from other characters, the character’s own actions?

4. Think of imagery and details. Do they help you //see// and //hear// and //experience// the story? What details would you like to see in the next revision of the story?

5. What areas of the story need the most improvement? What suggestions do you have for the author?