I'm honestly alive.

School sucks ya'know.  Last 2 years are tough.
I'll post again when I get home, until then enjoy this story I wrote:




Far off in the dark reaches of outer space, a space pirate called George Jones walked into a busy space café on the spaceship Millennium 9-X4.






George walked up to his table, only to find a piece of paper, with a stickman on it, on his table. He picked it up and threw it in the bin.

“HEY!” yelled a voice coming from the bin. “Let me out!”

“Who are you?” asked George.

“I’m a magical stickman and you just threw me in the bin!” replied a rather angry stickman as he climbed out of the bin.





“Listen, if you’ll carry me over to that door,” he pointed to a door the other side of the busy café, “I’ll give you this magic piece of paper! Whatever you draw will become real!!”

“Cool!” George shouted happily.

“I’ll do it!” George carried the magic stickman to the door.

“Thanks!” The magic stickman shouted, as he gave George a

piece of magic paper.



Meanwhile, a jealous evil

space captain watched. Just as George got the magic paper, he charged at George and stole the magic paper!

“Oi!” yelled George, running after him. Unfortunatley, the space captain was too quick and jumped down onto the planet Zorgex-4 Nova. George bravely dived down out of the window and kept running. “Go away!” The space captain bellowed, as he sent huge moon boulders flying at George with his magic paper. George jumped, dodged, hopped and skipped but got hit by one of

the boulders, giving the space

captain time to escape!



Later, after a while of searching, George had

given up hope. His friend, the magic stickman, had decided to have a moon-bounce party at the space café, because it was his birthday. George was having fun bouncing around with the magic stickman using his moon-bounce boots when he spotted the space captain having a cappuccino at a nearby table.

“Hey you!” George shouted as he bounced over to the table.

“What do you want?!” the space captain grumbled. George took off his moon-bounce boots proposed a deal to the space captain.

“How about we have half the paper each?” George suggested. The space captain thought for a moment.

“Ok,” he grumbled.



After that, the two space people lived happily, making whatever they wanted with the paper.