ISKL+Aidan+C

**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.

Hello, my name is Aidan, I am 12 years of age and learn French at school what I like to do out of school is fencing, playing basketball and hockey and playing Wii and on the computer. In school I like to play AFL (Australian rules football) in lunch time with my Aussie friends. My favourite hobby would be painting Warhammer 40k and drawing. My favourite TV show is F.R.I.E.N.D.S, my favourite PC game is "Star Wars Battlefront 2", Wii game is "Star Wars: the Force Unleashed", Xbox 360 game is "Left 4 Dead" and Gamecube game is "Kirby Air Ride"

**Paste your story here:**
Aidan Carroll vote from joel Flat Tales ‘09

The cloaked man stomped through the cheerful playground, the man had a large hat on covering his face and his black leather coat was wrapped tightly around his body. The playful kids around him silenced as he came near them, but after he got away from them they resumed their cheerful noises and piercing shrieks of delight. The man’s heavy boots thudded on the cement floor, the loud thumps resounding around the empty corridor, as he headed for the high school area. A teacher eyed the man suspiciously but he did not waver, so she left him alone. As the man passed into the 11th grade, all the kids around him stopped laughing together and instead put on a serious face. One 11th grader approached the man and handed him twenty quid and received a small packet filled with white powder. As the kid turns away the man grabs him on the shoulder and tells him to never report these meetings. Some shorter and younger kids walked up to the man and gave him money and the man handed them some more packets, he repeated his warning to the kids. The man then span around and slowly trudged out of the school past the small children and into a brown, beaten up Mercedes and drove off. Two things happened as soon as the car pulled out of sight, one was the teacher on duty called the police, and the other was the Mercedes changed license plates.

I stepped out of the Physics room looking tired and bored with my best friend Mac, they walked down to our lockers and took out our bags and headed for the buses. The next day I had Drama first. I loved Drama because it was the only class Mac was in so I was not pressured into doing anything stupid so I could concentrate on acting and not on teasing, goofing around and getting into trouble. I was great at acting and letting my voice be heard, I can play anyone and anything in a stupid skit, but much more limited roles in a grand play. That is why Mike was so disappointed when his class that day was going to be replaced by a warning about drugs that takes place every year. To add to the ruined picture the meeting was with his class and Mac’s class so he couldn’t learn anything. When he entered the cramped room he started making his way to Mac and his other friends, when Drama teacher pulled him away and sat him where the rest of the class was sitting. I sat with a relieved sigh knowing that maybe I would learn something about drugs this year. I was wrong. As soon as the man who was going to talk to us entered the room Mac started yelling and goofing off.

Mike walked out of the cramped room with no knowledge of drugs and effects of them again. When Mac caught up with me he grabbed me and dragged me to his locker in the 11th grade area and took out a small see through packet filled half way with white powder. I stared at him in disbelief and he told me that he had been buying the drugs he held from a dealer that came every second Saturday on the 11th grade deck at 4:33 until 4:36 then he asked me if I wanted to use some of his now and pay next Saturday. I looked at him with his grinning face and new that he wasn’t lying so I sprinted away as he yelled after me. Every three weeks at lunchtime I have to go to the stupid school counselor for a “behavior check up” and today was one of the days. As I took slow long strides through the corridors towards the High School counselor’s office I thought about what Mac had shown me and thinking about what drug it would be. Because I could never pay attention in the drug talk I did not know what sort of drugs there were and what there effects are on humans, but one thing for sure I knew that what Mac was holding was a drug of some kind and he wanted me to come with him and buy my own. As I walked in and my huge counselor halfway through a packet of doughnuts waved a “just a second while I stuff these doughnuts down my gob” wave and I sat down. The counselor, who’s name was Larry, started talking to me about if there was anything I wanted to confess like bullying or something and I said no then I hesitated and told him all about Mac and the drugs, when Larry asked me what kind of drug it was I said that I didn’t know what sort he asked me to describe it and I did. Larry then asked me about the dealer and I told him everything I knew until Larry asked me to go next Saturday and pretend I wanted the drugs from the dealer so we could catch him and put an end to the drugs in this school

Today was the day, I had to put on the best acting performance to convince the drug dealer and Mac that I wanted the drugs and pretend I didn’t know anything when the dealer got busted and try and fight back when the police arrest me, Mac and any others for drug use. The good thing is I will be released straight away because I never used the drug and I assisted in the capture of the dealer. As I rode through the empty streets in the suburbs towards my school I remembered how Mac protected me in primary school and how we shared millions of laughs through Middle school and 10th grade and I had second thoughts about getting the dealer. I thought about the fact that I could stay at home and let the police do the work and that I wouldn’t have to do anything, but I felt I owed it to Mac that I would be there with him, while we got arrested and that I was the one who knew who the dealer was, so I kept on riding. I arrived at school time was 4:30 and so I raced through the school until I reached Mac and his pals goofing around. When he saw me a huge grin spread across his face as he realized that I hadn’t chickened and was here. I sat next to Mac with a cool look on my face but inside I was ready to throw up but I held on and waited for it to be over. 3 minutes can go fast and it can go slow, for me 3 minutes went so slow I thought that time had stopped altogether. The dealer finally arrived and Mac approached him first, slipped him a 50 quid note and received a tiny amount of white powder. Next was my turn and I slowly walked up to him, like a new buyer would, and took out 100 pounds and gave it to the man, he pulled a small sachet out of his waistcoat and handed it to me. I slowly walked away and slipped it in my pocket. That day quite a lot of kids bought drugs and I had to wait for a long time until the police would barge in, so they could capture all of the customers. As the last customer left the cloaked dealer a lone police man appeared behind the drug dealer, then another, then another and more were pouring out of the corridors and capturing every one. Mac started going wild and ran at the nearest policeman and knocked him down before running towards an opening corridor, I ran with him. A thin policewoman appeared at the opening we were running for, which didn’t stop us, so we charged at her she drew her baton and thumped us both on the head. I woke up in my own bed and painful reminders of what I’d done hit me, My mum stormed in the room and slapped me hard on the cheek and yelled at me for not telling her of what I was going to do, then as quick as a flash my mum switched moods and told me she was glad to see me, then she hugged me.

**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 that this plot is very original and creative, it also sends a very strong message out to everyone. A thing that I would suggest is to add more detail of where they are. 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? The problem I think is very realistic because you could here about something like this happening on the news. 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?