A last blog...

Mike: Is Oursourcing good or bad?

outsourcinggoodnooutsourcingbad.blogspot.co.nz

2 more Blogs

Billie: Should we ban hydrodams in populated areas
damnhydrodams.blogspot.co.nz

Nisi: Should sex work be legalised/ decriminalised
iakf12.blogspot.co.nz

More Blog URLs + Topics

Glen Stradwick: Piracy + Gaming
gleniwritebrief2.blogspot.co.nz

Pranay Sundarji: Metaphysical teaching... = revised/ correct URL:
pranaysundarjibreif2.blogspot.co.nz

Fei Zhang: Global water rights + privatisation:
wonderland2013x.blogspot.com

Troy Angove: Blog URL = the same
Topic = Wing Chun Kung Fu is still practical in today's society

Frances Smith: Australian Aboriginal Stolen generation + govt. compensation:
stolengenerationcompensation.blogspot.com

Don't forget to choose 5 Blogs to engage with!

Christopher K: Should gay marriage be legalised?

chriskumarbrief2.blogspot.co.nz

Naomi Currie: The police abuse their authority

damn-this-world.blogspot.co.nz

Katie Dromgool: Fur in the fashion industry

Katiedromgool.blogspot.co.nz

Ashleigh Neame: Kids these days are growing up too fast

kidsaregrowinguptoofast.blogspot.co.nz

Warinthon baker: Plastic surgery in teens

plasticsurgeryinteens.blogspot.co.nz

Ian lee: should music sharing be legal?

areyouian.blogspot.co.nz

Rose Rogers: Does youth volunteering have an impact on all involved?

youth-volunteering.blogspot.co.nz

Emma Tanaka: Should we tax on junk food?

no-junkfood.blogspot.co.nz

Nick Baker: Should hydraulic fracturing be banned in NZ

nickfracking.blogspot.co.nz

Mary Wilkins: Is fiction a reliable source of social commentary

marybrief2.blogspot.co.nz

Lucciane Surtees: Women should have the right to choose abortion

luccianesurteesbrief2.blogspot.com

Alan McDonald: Contemporary New Zealand Society benefits from multicultural immigration

http://hailongkraken.blogspot.co.nz/

 Mathew Tang: Is marriage religious?

uniarg.blogspot.co.nz

Fei Zhang: Should water rights be privatized globally?

fei1991.blogspot.co.nz

Pranay Sundarji: Metaphysical teachings will reduce youth addictions, suicide, and understanding of love vs. sex

pranaysundarjibrief2.blogspot.co.nz = NOT WORKING!

Nisha Cassim: Euthanasia: crime or blessing?

nixcas23.blogspot.co.nz

Gina Kemp: Does animal abuse need harsher sentencing in NZ?

ginakempbrief2.blogspot.co.nz

Lee Ryan: Teen pregnancy – planned or predictable

http://teen-pregnancyplannedorpredictable.blogspot.co.nz/

Nadya Budisaputra: Mistreatment of Roma gypsies in Europe

Socialissuesandpolitics.blogspot.co.nz

Jordan Flyger: Glorification of busy

jordanflyger.blogspot.com

Nonoi Finau: Teen Suicide

nfinausio.blogspot.com

Undeclared:

Mike Anderson ?

Troy Angove?

Iunisi Fotofili?

Billie Houkamau-Johnson?

Troy Jones?

Glen Stradwick?

Kyle Dunsmore?

Frances Smith?

Shayna Apelu?

umar

another blog - but no topic yet

nfinausio.blogspot.com

Additional BLOG to maybe engage with

Jordan Flyger: Glorification of busy

jordanflyger.blogspot.com

Brief#2 BLOG topics - choose 5 to engage with (17/04 update)

Christopher Kumar: Should gay marriage be legalized? 

chriskumarbrief2.blogspot.co.nz 

Naomi Currie: The police abuse their authority 

damn-this-world.blogspot.co.nz 

Katie Dromgool: Fur in the fashion industry 

katiedromgool.blogspot.co.nz 

 Ashleigh Neame: Kids these days are growing up too fast 

kidsaregrowinguptoofast.blogspot.co.nz 

Warinthon Baker: Plastic surgery in teens 

plasticsurgeryinteens.blogspot.co.nz 

 Ian lee: Should music sharing be legal? 

areyouian.blogspot.co.nz 

 Rose Rogers: Does youth volunteering have an impact on all involved? 

youth-volunteering.blogspot.co.nz 

 Emma Tanaka: Should we tax on junk food? 

no-junkfood.blogspot.co.nz 

 Nick Baker: Should hydraulic fracturing be banned in NZ 

nickfracking.blogspot.co.nz 

 Mary Wilkins: Is fiction a reliable source of social commentary? 

marybrief2.blogspot.co.nz 

 Lucciane Surtees: Women should have the right to choose abortion 

luccianesurteesbrief2.blogspot.com  

Alan McDonald: Contemporary New Zealand Society benefits from multicultural immigration http://hailongkraken.blogspot.co.nz/ 

 Mathew Tang: Is marriage religious? 

uniarg.blogspot.co.nz 

 Fei Zhang: Should water rights be privatized globally? 

fei1991.blogspot.co.nz 

 Pranay Sundarji: Metaphysical teachings will reduce youth addictions, suicide, and understanding of love vs. sex 

pranaysundarjibrief2.blogspot.co.nz 

 Nisha Cassim: Euthanasia: crime or blessing?

 nixcas23.blogspot.co.nz 

 Gina Kemp: Does animal abuse need harsher sentencing in NZ?

ginakempbrief2.blogspot.co.nz 

 Lee Ryan: Teen pregnancy – planned or predictable? 

http://teen-pregnancyplannedorpredictable.blogspot.co.nz/ 

 Nadya Budisaputra: Mistreatment of Roma gypsies in Europe. Link? 

 Jordan Flyger: Glorification of busy. Link? 

 Undeclared: 

Mike Anderson ? Troy Angove? Iunisi Fotofili? Billie Houkamau-Johnson? Troy Jones? Glen Stradwick? Kyle Dunsmore? Frances Smith?

Brief 2 BLOG topics / addresses thus far...

Christopher Kumar: Should gay marriage be legalised? chriskumarbrief2.blogspot.co.nz Naomi Currie: The police abuse their authority damn-this-world.blogspot.co.nz Katie Dromgool: Fur in the fashion industry Katiedromgool.blogspot.co.nz Ashleigh Neame: Kids these days are growing up too fast kidsaregrowinguptoofast.blogspot.co.nz Warinthon baker: Plastic surgery in teens plasticsurgeryinteens.blogspot.co.nz Ian lee: should music sharing be legal? areyouian.blogspot.co.nz Rose Rogers: Does youth volunteering have an impact on all involved? youth-volunteering.blogspot.co.nz Emma Tanaka: Should we tax on junk food? no-junkfood.blogspot.co.nz Nick Baker: Should hydraulic fracturing be banned in NZ nickfracking.blogspot.co.nz Mary Wilkins: Is fiction a reliable source of social commentary marybrief2.blogspot.co.nz Lucciane Surtees: Women should have the right to choose abortion Luccianesurteesbrief2.blogspot.co.nz Alan McDonald: Contemporary New Zealand Society benefits from multicultural immigration http://hailongkraken.blogspot.co.nz/ Mathew Tang: Is marriage religious? uniarg.blogspot.co.nz Fei Zhang: Should water rights be privatized globally? fei1991.blogspot.co.nz Pranay Sundarji: Metaphysical teachings will reduce youth addictions, suicide, and understanding of love vs. sex pranaysundarjibrief2.blogspot.co.nz Nadya Budisaputra: Mistreatment of Roma gypsies in Europe Nisha Cassim: Euthanasia: crime or blessing? nixcas23.blogspot.co.nz

Frances Smith -Fan Fiction

The saga continues... There is life after Bella...

The Cullen family have been through so many trials and tribulations to last several lifetimes, and in their case, being vampires and all... indeed they had had more than their share. Carlisle and Esme had been noticing the younger members of their vampire brood growing increasingly restless. During their sleepless nights, they started to ponder and discuss between themselves, whether it was time, time to move on again... and just maybe this time, not to just some remote little hide-away town or settlement but to actually relocate much further a field....further than they had ever dared to venture! Rosalie and Emmet had broached the subject too, earlier at a recent family get together. Afterall, Emmet had stated "There are not many towns left, that we have not already lived in." He sadly agreed with Carlisle and Esme, it did seem they were running out towns and out of options.

One Saturday night, while they were getting ready to have their usual family 'movie-get-together' night, it had been Edward's turn to choose the flick. He had randomly out-of-the-blue chosen 'Lord of the Rings'.Generally, Edward could not stand really long movies (...or sagas for that matter) they would bore him to death (he sometimes wished they would... literally!). However, he told his family, he had been intrigued while overhearing a conversation in the video store, some interesting commentary regarding a tiny little known, rarely mentioned 'spec' of a country and its magnificent abundance of breath-taking beautiful landscapes... the forests, mountains, valleys, gorges and lakes. Following the movie that night, Esme decided to excuse herself and quietly went upstairs to her bedroom. She leaned over to her desk and pulled out her ipad to google images and information regarding this new and far off land called; New Zealand! After she had perused  through the many and various images and other information, she curiously wondered to herself ; 'What if, what if....there was an actual coven of vampires that just might exist in such a remote corner of the world?"...

A few weeks later, Carlisle had summoned all the member's of the Cullen family. He smiled as usual, always happy to see them all, though this time there was a noticeable sadness in his eyes. Carlisle decided he needed to cut to the chase and get to the point and then exclaimed; "My dear and much beloved brood, it is with great sadness that I wish to make an important announcement. I have made a decision that will affect our entire immediate family." Rosalie and Emmet looked over directly at each other knowingly but remained silent. Carlisle hesitated a little then continued; "Esme and I have been giving a great deal of consideration to the subject we are about to broach with all of you". Esme suddenly felt she had to interject before her husband had a chance to continue. "As you all must realise by now, it's that 'time' again". "Time that we must be moving on, for our family's sake as well as for our very own survival, you are all aware of the peril we risk and it is too dangerous for us to linger in any one place for too long." Carlisle looked over at his wife sympathetically, "I know it can get frustrating having to keep uprooting ourselves, especially when a place can evoke some wonderful memories". "Unfortunately, as vampires, it is a necessary and vital part for our survival and very existence."

Several months had passed, Edward and Bella had since broken up. Throughout all the tense clashes between Edward and Jacob over Bella, it seemed that somehow a spark had ignited a strange connection between the two...two rival enemies. They had both sensed a deep connection, though neither would admit to their feelings for the other. Bella has resigned herself to the fact there was really nothing she could do. It seemed they had grown tired of fighting over her and there were times they had both felt she had played them for a fool (afterall, she was of the Libra star sign and it wasn't her fault, she merely couldn't make up her mind: "Team Edward' or "Team Jacob'(secretly she had wanted them both). Bella had started noticing that whenever the two were together, Edward's eyes would have that soft amber glow to them and that at times, she catch Jacob with that sad 'puppy-dog' look to him whenever Edward walked away and then at other times, she had to scold Jacob to literally stop drooling! She had decided to step back and end the relationship, though everyone believed it was a mutual break up. She knew in her heart she had to let Edward go, it was only fair.

The Cullen family decided that year, to immigrate to New Zealand and settled in Auckland. Carlisle was able to secure employment at a hospital, working night shifts. They went and bought a lovely home up in the Waitakeries. It was the perfect place for them, giving them the privacy they needed. Edward decided to enrol at AUT university, though he had heard that one of the top faculty members was an actual member of the Vulturi... He'd had had enough of high schools and had asked Carlisle to write a medical note for him to explain the necessity for him to wear shades in class and to sometimes have the classroom blinds pulled down. Alice decided to do psychic readings which gave her the chance to help with the family's finance. Jasper wasn't too happy because he was assigned to go hunting for the family and lamented that seeing there was a lack of deer, he was beginning to hop through the forest like the rabbits he chased as opposed to sprinting like a deer!

As for Jacob, he decided to follow Edward all the way to New Zealand. He was not impressed when he was forced into quarantine! He vowed to write a strongly worded complaint to the American Embassy in Auckland. Edward laughed when he found out about poor Jacob's predicament but told Jacob he would get his family to intervene... Jacob was not amused but was happy that he had made the journey.

There is life after Bella...the saga continues...

S

Billie Houkamau-Johnson's Fan Fiction Final

The Breakfast Club

 

“Dear Mr Vernon

We accept the fact that we had to sacrifice a whole Saturday in detention for whatever it was we did wrong. But, we think you're crazy to make us write an essay telling you who we think we are. You see us as you want to see us: in the simplest terms, in the most convenient definitions. But, what we found out is that each one of us is a brain, and an athlete, and a basket case, a princess, and a criminal. Does that answer your question?

Sincerely yours, The Breakfast Club.”

It’s been a month since we left The Breakfast Club, and I swear, I have had the best month of my life. Nothing at school changed. Nothing at home changed. But we ruled the night. We got high. We danced. Some of us made love, others, like me, wrote stories. Actually you could see it as documenting our lives. I wanted to be able to look back and remember how amazing life was. We even broke into the school and got high in the library, just so we could go back to where it all started.

One night we were hanging out at Lars River. A car pulled up close by, and the people inside were quiet for 2 seconds before an argument broke out. A loud bang soon followed, everything went silent. We didn’t know what had just happened so we just sat there quietly until the car left.

A couple of days later at school the principal called an emergency assembly for all the students. Once the gymnasium was filled she told us that a pupil of the school had been murdered, her name was Laura Lincoln. She was in my physics lab. The principal then went on to say that her body was found in a river the day before, and that she died from a single shot to her stomach. The gun was found in a rubbish bin nearby, and a full police enquiry had been launched, all of the students were to be interviewed. The night it happened, we promised we wouldn’t tell anyone what we heard.

“Hi Brian, I’m detective Jack Russell. I would like to ask you a few questions, is that ok?”

“Yes detective, ask me anything”
“Did you know Laura Lincoln?”
“Yeah she was in my physics class, we never ta-“
“Do you know if she had a boyfriend?”
“No, not that I know of. She never really talked to anyone”
“Why are you getting all sweaty? Are you nervous?”
“It’s just very hot in here”
“Sure. So where were you on Monday night at around 12pm?”
“Ah, I---I was in my room sleeping.”

“Right. Well that’s all I needed to know, you can go back to class now.”

I walked out of their quickly, I can’t believe I lied to a detective. I mean, it’s their job to find things out right? What if he finds out I was lying? My parents would kill me. I just had to stay calm and forget about that night. None of it happened.

Claire, John, Andrew, Ally and I started talking about what we thought happened that night.

“I bet she was seeing her psychiatrist, and then she told him she was seeing her dentist” Ally said, laughing."

“You have such a disgusting mind” Claire said, as she looked at Ally.

“So do you think we knew who did it?”

“No idea Brian, but whoever did it is sick. Leaving her body in a river? How could any man do that?” “Andrew’s right. I hope they find that son of a bitch.” When John said that, you could see the hate in his eyes. He has that same look when we run out of weed.

Two weeks later when everyone was having lunch in the cafeteria Detective Jack Russell and two police officers came through the doors in a hurry. Everyone watched as they went over to the teachers table.

“Richard Vernon you are under arrest for the murder of Laura Lincoln. Anything you say or do may be used against you in the court of law. You have the rig-“

“No… no! I did not kill that girl. I was in bed with me wife, she told you that! I told you that!”

“Sir, we have more than enough evidence to prove it was you. Your wife told us the truth. She woke up and you weren’t there. As I was saying, you have the right to call your lawyer otherwise you will be provided with a public attorney.”

Less than a month later Mr Vernon was sentenced to life in jail. His charges included first degree murder, statutory rape and grade fixing. Past and present students started coming forward about Vernon flirting with them. His wife, another teacher the high school, left the state with their kids.

The rumours about him flirting with a countless number of girls, and guys, went on for less than a month.  

That night, on the day he was sentenced, the 5 of us went to the spot at the river where Laura was last alive. Claire bought 5 lanterns with candles. John had a lighter and 5 joints. He had also broken into the rowing club just down the river and came back with an old raft with matching oars. Ally and Andrew bought the food. I had the blankets. We went to the middle of the river. We lit our candles, put them into the river, and watched them float around us. As it started to get cold we each grabbed a blanket. Then we lay down to look up at the stars, smoking our joints, and talking about how different our lives had become since we left The Breakfast Club.

Two weeks later, just before school, we decided that things had to change. John and Claire walked through the doors holding hands; Andrew had his arm around Ally. Then there was me, girlfriendless me. Everyone stared and the halls went silent, we just smiled and walked to our lockers.

Links:

http://www.fanfiction.net/s/4319571/1/The-Breakfast-Club

Summary: A story about 5 students, 1 teacher, and Saturday detention. This story uses the same characters personalities from the original 1985 movie ‘The Breakfast Club’, directed by John Hughes. There’s a smart boy, bad boy, and sporty boy. Along with little miss ‘it’s all about me’ and the girl who stares quietly from the corner. It’s a cliché to the movie in some context.

Evaluation: What I like about this fan fiction is that the author used original quotes in their story. Though a lot of it was expected as it used the same scenes as the movies, I enjoyed it to a certain extent.

http://www.fanfiction.net/s/1779643/1/The-Breakfast-Club-Reunites

Summary: A short story of 5 ex high-school students reuniting after the teacher they had for detention had passed away. This story shows that the students grew up to be exactly as anyone would expect.

Evaluation: When you relate this fan fiction to the movie you quickly come to realise that the characters have grown to be what they were destined to be. I came to understand that after they left ‘The Breakfast Club’ they went their separate ways, not committing to their friendship.

Katie's Fan Fiction Final. Gossip Girl.

“Good morning Upper East Siders, Gossip Girl here, your one and only source into the scandalous lives of Manhattans elite. Today I serve you a delicious dish of déjà vu and no it is not a van der Woodsen gracing Grand Central. I spy with my little eye a Humphrey and its not Lonely Boy. Welcome back to the big apple Little J. And by the looks of her luggage, she’s here to stay. I wonder if she’s going to play naughty or nice. I have a funny feeling that she isn’t back to air kiss the Upper East Side socialites. I think she may be back for revenge. Watch out S. Game on. You will hear from me soon I’m sure about that. You know you love me. XOXO Gossip Girl.”

It was a cold December morning, Jenny Humphrey’s train had just pulled up to Grand Central, as she stepped out into the crisp cool air she took a deep breath and realized what she was doing. She was back. Back in the city that ruined her life and back surrounded by the people that drove her to leave. With this thought in her mind Jenny walked out of the station with confidence, she was here to do one thing, to stop her brother Dan from marrying Serena Van der Woodsen.

Jenny walked up to the front door, took a deep breath and knocked. She heard her Father mumbling to himself and then the door opened. “Jenny!” Rufus screamed, as he stood in shock at his daughter standing before him. He picked her up and swung her around before putting her down. “Welcome back my darling, what a surprise! I was just heading out to meet Lily, Serena and Dan for brunch, it will be great if you come too.” Jenny thought that this was the perfect opportunity to get the ball rolling.

Before arriving at brunch Serena and Dan had already caught wind of Jenny’s return thanks to Gossip Girl. Dan was excited to see his sister but uneasy about why Jenny was in town and of her intentions. Serena on the other hand knew exactly what she was; for maybe it was time to call on her partner in crime Miss Blair Waldorf the queen of scheme. Will S and B return to their scheming ways? At brunch there were talks of a social extravaganza happening tonight that half of Upper East Side would be attending. Would this be Jenny’s opportunity?

“Gossip Girl here. You know who loves a fancy soiree, me. We all know that a good party always involves the unexpected right?  Never fear Upper East Siders, I have a feeling things are about to get interesting. XOXO Gossip Girl.”

Jenny walked into the ballroom of The Empire Hotel and saw Chuck, who was drunk. No surprises there. “Little J, how lovely to have you back” Chuck said to Jenny.

“Go away Chuck, where is Dan?” She replied.

“What had you under the illusion that I would know, I don’t associate with your Brooklyn brother.”

Jenny had forgotten what it was like to be in this world, surrounded by bright lights, dripping diamonds and fake faces. She proceeded to walk through the crowd of well-dressed snobs that quite frankly she hated. Finally, from across the room she caught a glimpse of Dan and Serena.

Jenny walked towards the love stuck couple and found herself standing between them. “And what do you want Jenny? Why are you even back here? You know no one likes you.” Serena snidely commented.

“Calm down, don’t talk to my sister like that. Jenny I didn’t know you were coming tonight” replied Dan.

Jenny looked at Dan and turned to face Serena. “Anything that you have neglected to share?”

Serena stared blankly back at Jenny. “Here we go” she sighs, “what are you even talking about?”

A conniving smile flashed across Jenny’s face, “don’t worry S, you will find out soon enough”. She turned and made her way back through the crowd.

Beep beep. All Upper East Siders know what this sound meant.

“Gossip Girl here and boy do I have some dirt to dish. Looks like S got up to no good last summer in Paris. Is that the sound of wedding bells I hear? A little birdie told me that Lonely Boys future ring may not fit on S’ finger. It seems that she already has a ring filling this space. Come on S, we all know there can’t be any secrets kept around here. Who’s your prince charming? Good luck talking your way out of this one, we all know you need it. That’s all for now. XOXO Gossip Girl.

Jenny quickly made her way out the front door leaving the mess she had created behind. Her work here was done and she couldn’t be more content. Dan’s eyes moved instantly from his phone to Serena’s. “Is this true? Are you married?” Serena starred blankly at Dan, she now realized what Jenny was talking about. Stumped that this had all come to the surface. Serena grabbed Dan’s hand “Its not what it looks like, the lawyers are taking care of it.” Dan quickly turned around pulling his hand from her grasp. “It is not what it looks like Dan! I DO NOT LOVE HIM” she shouted, “its all a big mistake!”

“Leave me alone Serena, you have betrayed me” Dan shouted as he disappeared into the crowd of stunned on lookers. Standing alone Serena was left with nothing but piercing glances and whispering to comfort her.

Title: Gangs of Shortland Street
Characters: Chris Warner, Rachael McKenna, Vasa Leve, Bella Cooper, Zac Smith, Phoenix Warner
Word-Count: 1010

As I take my daily stroll down the hall ways of what used to be the famous 'Shortland street Hospital' I take note of the darkness that the Hospital had now become. Each patient room draped with long velvet curtains blocking the outside from peeping in. Each hospital plain looking chair had now been replaced with comfortable couches. At the front desk where Bella use to sit and greet people, now had been occupied by an even more attractive Bella, dressed in a tight mini leather skirt and top which deemed revealing to the outside world.

"Pimp-daddy Chris" with her wide innocent smile directed to me. She ran from the front -pink decorated- desk to greet me with a royal kiss. Although her greeting is one of my favorite part of the day, I have to show her who has control. Me. In one swift move, I slap her with the back of my right hand, and demand "Bitch. Get me Ray-Chay on line one. I got a bone to pick with that loose women." With no hesitation, or complaint, she did what she was told. A piece died in side every time she looked away in pain. But that was the business I asked for. She hands me the phone and I snatch it off her, giving her a dirty look.

"Ray-Chay, my dear ex-wife. How is my brother Zac treating you" I know exactly what is happening on the other side of this call. At this particular moment, Zac has Ray-Chay with a gun to her head, demanding that she and her gang leave the drug trade in Auckland to me and my kingdom of a Brothel.

"Chris... two words. SCREW YOU!" chucking a spit. My guess, directly into Zac's face. A smile creeps onto my face when I hear a thud. My guess, Zac punching the face of Ray-Chay. Yess!

"Ok. Ok. Ok. what do you want exactly eah?" her new choice of vocabulary created a different, dirtiness to the old clean, mature and problem-free Rachael McKenna.

"Well, the almighty gang lord, Ray-Chay has finally given up" I say sarcastically.

"Hurry up bustard!"

"I want you to give me back Phoenix and Harry and move your drug trade down south. I own Auckland!" the taste of these words finally coming out to the person who knew me inside and out and used it to her advantage almost made me feel victorious until she cut me off

"One question ma'Bro. Why you send me over Zac all alone? huh boy?" my guess was that these words were dancing through a grin she  had on while looking directly at poor Zac. 

"Chris" a  male voice, familiar. Zac? F---en BUSTARD!

"So I see. Alcoholic and Rapist played me at my own game. So what is your gain from this?" the frustration was hidden ever so well in my tone. I began pacing the entrance, scratching my head trying so hard not to sound annoyed. 

"Chris, since..." I hung up on Zac before he was able to complete his sentence. I turned over to Bella and demanded "Ring Vasa Leve. NOW! tell her to look for Roimata. Bring her and her baby here! Now!" 

Frustrated, I hurried across the street to my number one drug dealer Murray, who sold at his bar. Before taking a seat in the same ol' looking bar, Vasa appears dressed in black. BAD-ASS

"Sir, your package is in your office." As I analysed Vasa, the death of Ula changed her dramatically. She's become the most feared women in my brothel and in these streets. BAD-ASS

From outside my office, I hear little cries being hushed by a female voice. I enter to find exactly what I asked for. "Vasa. You have done it again." I hand her her pay cheque and in an instant she disappears. I stood at the door and stared at my new leverage. Yessss!

"What do you want from me and my baby? Please. Don't hurt us." She pleaded.

I could not help but let out a forced chuckle. "Roimata, I am not like anyone here. I know, that child you hold is Zac's. Not T.K's"

A phone-call breaks the intensity between Roimata and I. 

"Chris, if you hurt them. I. WILL. KILL. YOU." I grab Roimata's hair causing her to scream in fright and in agony. Laughing into the phone ending it immediately.

I sit from a distance and watch Roimata as food is being placed in front of her, she doesn't move, she just coos and settles her kid. Zac bursts into the office room, with a gun in the air. His child and Roimata hide in fear, but this doesn't bother me. I expected it all. Accompanying Zac were four other men from Ray-Chay's gang also holding different sized guns in both hands. One of the men looked very familiar "Phoenix?" My worst fears were now being confronted. How could that bitch! I had not seen my son in almost three years due to this battle that had been brewing between Ray-Chay and I. Staring at Phoenix, I order Roimata and her child to move to the next room, and to close the door behind her. Shit is about to get real.
As soon as the door was shut tight, I lunged quickly towards Zac punching him in the face. Causing him to fall to ground, before he could do anything I grabbed his gun and shot him in the forehead. Turning on my back I release three bullets in the direction of there legs, they fall to the ground. My last set of bullets pierced their temples, killing them instantly. I turned towards a scared Phoenix,
"Phoenix. Put the gun down."
"Put your one down first eah"
"Ok." I place the gun down and push it towards him, with my hands in view so he knew I was not a threat. I was fooled. Again. Phoenix raised his gun, pressing the trigger, a bullet came my way, hitting my shoulder.
Hit-list: Phoenix. Ray-Chay


Links:
1. http://www.fanfiction.net/s/4696769/1/Hold-On
2. http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5681148/1/Forever-Lost
3. http://www.fanfiction.net/s/4867366/1/Troubled-Times
4. http://www.fanfiction.net/s/4992545/1/Playing-With-Fire

Fan-Fiction... Bullseye

   Bullseye

   I knew I wasn’t normal.

   It wasn’t just the fact that I was adopted, or because I was diagnosed with dyslexia and ADHD. I saw things, weird things like creepy people and monsters. They usually sneered and smirked their snarly smiles at me. To this day, I had been hoping to meet someone like me.

   One afternoon my prayers were answered.

   Hallelujah!

   It happened the day I took a shortcut down an alleyway. One minute I was alone with the curious cats and rotting rubbish, then he appeared. Eight feet tall, crooked teeth, discoloured skin, and if I’m not mistaken, the cause of the atrocious aroma. It was like the worlds gases amassed into one place. His superior presence didn’t last long.

   A burly girl sprinted onto scene. The girl with the camouflage jacket had her hair float, caused by her spears tip. The moulded metal furiously flashed with energy as she charged. As quick as she entered, the monstrous man was dead. A little acrobatics and a flick of her wrist, the warrior held her trophy. The spear sat vertical as crimson blood wept down the shaft marking her hand. The tip now supported the monsters one and only eye the size of a tennis ball, a perfect hit right through the pupil.

   My eye refused to twitch as I looked upon her.

   “You need to come with me.”

   Those words bought me to camp. Camp Half-Blood.

   They gave me a debriefing, sugar-coating the facts. In the end it was just, ‘Oh my God, I’m going to be fighting for survival for the rest of my life.’

   Like the other campers, minus the satyrs, dryads, and nymphs, I was a Half-Blood. Half mortal and half God. Somewhere in the sky Mount Olympus sat high. To be frank, the Greek Gods were very much alive. Until I was claimed I wouldn’t know which God was my parent. I had no proper place.

   They set me up for orientation the same day I arrived. Rush, rush, rush.

   He had jet-black hair and murky green eyes. “Percy Jackson.”

   I shook his hand and introduced myself.

   “I know it’s a little mind blowing but you’ll get used to it,” he said.

   I rolled my eyes as I watched the Loch-Ness monster slink silently through the lake behind him.

   Percy laughed, “I can show you better than I could tell you.”

   I followed Percy Jackson, the legendary hero other campers mentioned, who had saved the world countless times. He showed me the fields of vines that birthed red infants. He showed me the big house, which had a mummy in the attic. He also showed me the stables, the pavilion where we would eat, and his cabin.

   “This is my cabin, I don’t have any half siblings to share it with yet.”

   A salty breeze brushed my hair as I gazed at the shells decorating the exterior. A small trident flowed along the doorframe. I wondered if he was good at surfing.

   We trekked back around the twelve cabins shaped like a ‘U’. Percy’s sat at the base as one of the three. He walked ahead hunched over.

   “Hey, guys!”

   We turned to see Grover the satyr trot towards us. His hooves clipped the ground trailing a dust cloud. His lower half gave him the ability to climb any hill like a goat. Grover slapped an arm over Percy’s shoulder, “Good seeing you both. Has Percy shown you the archery range yet? Com’on, let's go.”

   Grover jumped up and down dragging Percy as his tiny horns led the way. I followed like a child.

   Yellow straw were packed into bales, which leaned on brown crates. They lined along the backing shed, thick red lines indented the straw face. The bright leaves overhead blocked out the orange heat and the shadow cast a cool cave.

   I looked at the closest target while Grover sorted the equipment. I started to search for Percy when I spotted him. He sat in the darkest part of the shade, most of his features hidden from me. His eyes were dulled, almost hollow.

   I caught Grover's eyes as he ambled towards me with a long curved wooden stick. Its pale brown held strength as  it was imprisoned by a white string. I admired it thoroughly, "This is so cool, I've always wanted to do this."

   He handed over a quiver, arrows and finger tab. Grover ran me through the basics, making sure my performance was right. "You're a natural. Keep aiming. I'ma talk to Percy."

   Grover loped over to Percy and sat next to him. "You ok, Percy my man?"

   Reaching past my shoulder I grabbed an arrow by the nock and fletches. Percy's sigh filled the silence, "I don't know, Grover. After showing the newcomer my cabin, I saw her."

   "Annabeth?"

   "Yeah. Grover... I feel like there's something pushing us apart. It's like she's avoiding me, or maybe I'm not..." I set my arrow and pulled back, my elbow led the way. With my finger rested at the corner of my mouth the feathers brushed my flushed cheek. I aimed down the shaft of the arrow, then released.

   "You're not what?" Grover piped in. "You don't need to be anyone. Just be you. Maybe what's happening is that your words aren't hitting her right."

   My arrow split the red and straw gave way.

   I heard Grover's hooves clop against stones, "Maybe you need to hit her in the right spot."

   "You know, Grover." Percy voice wobbled. "You're a good friend. You may be right, I should talk to her."

   "There she is now," Grover said leaping to his feet while Percy scrambled to get his bearings.

   I stared at my protruding points then looked to see where Grover was indicating. The anxious hero was wiping dust off his blue jeans, "Where?"

   I could just make out a slim blonde under the shade of the stables roofing. What happened next surprised me.

   A burly girl sprinted towards the stables. She was wearing a camouflage jacket. Both girls embraced.

   Grover pointed his finger, "There. She's kissing..." He dropped his arm.

   Percy slid his hand through his hair, "Oh, man. I should have known."

   Grover slapped him on the back, "Sorry. You are so screwed. Clarisse is more in her league than you are."

   "Thanks, glad to know I have your support. I think she just needs a little space. Titans are easier to understand then girls." Percy smiled at me, "No offence."

   I grinned and took another arrow from the quiver. Both boys turned their back on the display. Grover trotted over and observed my shot, "Whoa. You split your own arrow. When Percy shoots he does Percy Jacksons. You just did a Robin Hood."

   Percy chuckled and slung an arm over my shoulder, "Nice shot, Robin. You'll fit in better than I ever did."

   I laughed, "Thanks, Percy. I could help you bullseye your girl."




   Most people do Fan-Fiction between Percy Jackson and Annabeth Chase, [Percabeth]
   I decided to break that. I then paired Annabeth with Clarisse who she usually doesn't get along with. And not many people do Fan-Fiction about them.
  
   Some Fan-Fiction links....
   Not all of them may be great, but it's just to establish how the characters are perceived. As well as knowing some of the relationships between them.

 http://www.fanfiction.net/s/8261054/1/Something-New
 http://www.fanfiction.net/s/7213702/1/The-Jealousy-Game
 [R16] http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5822770/1/Turnabout-is-Fair-Play
 http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5909984/1/Sarah-grover
 http://www.fanfiction.net/s/6424505/2/The-Titan-s-Curse