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Monday, May 21, 2012

Goodbye...:(

goodbye my dear freind , my family , my grandfather
this time of peace has come
god is here inside you and me
and thy comes the breaking dawn...

we stood together and held each others hand
until came the sadness pain and stress
sitting down with each other playing cards 
is somthing i will miss...

we always laughed and smiled 
until your sickness came 
but somthing i hope to never forget 
is my worry stone grandma gave me and your name...

so so long my dear friend 
as both of you hold my hands 
i will always keep you inside my heart 
untill the last momemnt i may stand....

Phil Zocollilo...and Jennete Zocolillo
both who died of , lung cancer and breast cancer
grandpa and grandma    

Friday, May 4, 2012

People are cruel...

         This is a lesson I cant get enough of , wether you like it or not.
While people shout out your name , or you get made fun of or , people talkin behind your back or , getten laughed at cause you cant get a girl who likes you , and beating you DOWN TO YOUR BLOOD tellin you YOU HAVE NO SKILL .
       Some times you give in and beleive them , somtimes you get mad and wish you were somone better than yourself , somtimes you want to show you are better than them and prove them wrong
        Lets face it ... somtimes people are cruel
        And so as you wait there and wait for somone to help you no one comes...
its usually the samer for me , most of the time .
        But honestly no one is perfect , its all part a belief or just to make somone feel good about them self , but it goes on , and on , and on , and nevert stops .
        Lets be honest ... sometimes people are cruel .
one day you are out sitting in a class room and you feel upset or sad , then someone comes to you and tries to start something you never intended on doing . then you say leave me alone and they keep pushing you around  until your feet bursts right through the floor and tell him , you had enough! 
        its already bad enough that people judge others but why do you intend on being that person who picked on you ? isnt it easier to just leave out all the rest and forget it ?
        we all feel sad we all feel mad we all feel jellous we all feel worthless one day or another , no one feels nothing other wise they would be nothing

Friday, April 27, 2012

High school ! XD


Well i’ve always wonderd once my year is over at middle school how cool next year in high school would be .
    Is it fun , cool , exciting , adventurous , or crazy ?
or is it more on the side of boring , hard , and  depressing ? I wonder how nice the teachers are ?
This years teachers are not so bad , at least the ones I can get help from and understand me . I hope the next teachers I have next year will be nice , I hate it when teachers are mean , cranky , grouchy , or just want to ruin your day for no reason .
My first grade teacher was like that and I have to say , I wanted to punch her ! she was an old frisky grouch with nails that were sharp enough to rip your head off. every time someone did something or said something wrong  she would smack you hand with a ruler until it was bloody red . As her shadows lingered down the hallway a bunch of students rushed to their classrooms hoping they were not seen by her . Being stuck in her class was like being trapped in a jail .  Never do I want a teacher like that again .
But the real question is how good is the food ?
because no offence but this lunch food sucks ! If you ever wonder why teachers bring their food to school don’t think it is because their sweet boyfriend or whoever made it for them NO its because they also ignore the lunch . next time you see someone in this school ask the class how good the lunch is and the answer would probably be...28/2 would say the lunch is gross !  
    I really wonder about the school rules , because everyone hates ours even the parents will complain.
ok for one : we can't wear shirts with logos , symbols or jeans or any kind of pants , just because of gangs . For two :  we can't wear hooded jackets , three : can’t have any phones out or the teachers will take them till the end of the year . Four : no piercings , I mean not that I wear piercings but still come on just because one incident happend does not mean its gonna happen again .
    If there was one thing I would worry of most in high school that would probably be homework other than that I’m not so worried .
    WAIT ! Maybe i will be able to make a band in high school . That would be awesome ! I mean it is pretty much a perfect time to show off my skillz , hehe and play music of my own . If I ever make a band I might make it rock , metal , or punk kind of music . I might join the concerts band at high school , reason I did not this year is because I am not a jazz drummer I lie in between rock and punk drumming . I am more on the side of crazy drumming XD .
 either way school is school sometimes its fun , tiring or boring so either way I hope I enjoy next year at high school

Wednesday, March 14, 2012

about me ^-^

well , my name is N8 (Nate hehe I just like others calling me that )
I live in North Carolina
I am in eighth grade almost 2 months till high school 
I like to hang with freinds and family 
shy 
nice to others unless they show me different 
care for people 
try to help out others 
play the drums and acoustic guitar
listen to Breaking Benjamin 
born in Syracuse New York 
I am a dude who is almost 15 years old
A bit random Just to make people smile ^-^ !

Thursday, February 23, 2012

Blog post assingnment

well my favorite post I created was :
1)http://16howena.blogspot.com/2012/02/awsome-story-i-made-about-war-b.html

2)http://16howena.blogspot.com/2012/02/drummer-and-pains.html

3)http://16howena.blogspot.com/2012/02/sighs-2011.html

My best post I created was http://16howena.blogspot.com/2012/02/awsome-story-i-made-about-war-b.html mainly because of all of my sentences that makes you want to keep reading it and it feels like you are the person who is in the book , it is in my words , mindmelding .

At first when I wrote my stories of my life , it kind of lost peoples interest but when I came out with my newest post called : awsome story I made about war . My teacher even enjoyed reading it and he even told me that lots of people like my story , so I descided to finish the book , with at least 200-300 pages .

Like I said before the awsome new story I made about war had got alot of attention , but my inspiration is mainly the hunger games , and Call Of Duty video games , so as I grew more interest on those two activities they made me collide them together into somthing new and extrordinary .

Wednesday, February 22, 2012

awsome story i made about war ! B) (fiction)

Mission 1 : the war begins
California
March 30, 2030

As I watched the sky turn dark I only had one thing left in my mind , war . I knew it was coming , but I was not sure what , or when . I was not so sure if I am , or was , ready . All I knew was I had to be prepared .
    It has only been 3 months of training , but is that enough ? I mean , I knew how to hold a gun and shoot . But that's all I knew besides throw a grenade or a knife , but the one thing I learned to achieve most at is reloading the ammunition.
I was walking around training camp on a lunch break waiting for target practice to start again . Training camp was a huge military island covered by trees and lakes . As I began to walk back to check what time it was , a soldier suddenly shouted “Hostiles have landed on the island !”
Suddenly the ground under my feet . Could it have been a mine , or
a grenade ? Then as I lifted myself up , I heard a “POP” ! As I raised my head up, I saw a wall of smoke in front of me . Then a missile exploded in front of me about ten yards away . I took a few steps back until a soldier shouts in a panicking voice “Head back to base!”
    I grabbed my AK-47 and a bag of supplies . I rushed past trees and fallen soldiers who had been blown up by missiles or shot to death . Along the way , I could here the shrieks of soldiers who have been severely wounded and the explosions knocking over trees behind me.
    I was knocked over by a missile behind me about five to ten feet away. I could feel the rush of blood pouring like weights on my face and hands , but I had to keep moving . So I picked up my AK-47 and supplies , and bolted towards the door of the secret base , that was not much of a secret anymore .
    There were guards in front of the door to keep enemy hostiles from entering the secret base . I rushed past the guards and into the doorway and threw a grenade at the enemy hostiles which only a few were eliminated . As I ran through the hallway, I heard hostiles screaming in pain for parts of their bodies were missing or as trees fell upon them while they burned to death .
    The base, A.K.A. the emergency back-up base, had steel walls so the bullets could repel off of it , and the building was about the size of the Pentagon and was about ten feet tall . The buildings consists of three rooms: Section A was for target practice , which was once daily , Section C is the armory containing ammunition , supplies , and weapons , and Section B , my destination , is where we settled until back-up arrives , which is nearly thirty miles away .
    As I ran down the hallway ,  trying to reach my destination , the doors of the base behind me collapsed . Hostile soldiers shot at me , and what seemed like every step I took , the bullets zipped past me and made a “clink” on the wall . Thanks to security guards, there was a sentry gun that was automated to eliminate entering hostiles . Unfortunately , the automatic door was about to slide down to a close right in front of me .
    Just as the door was about five feet off the ground , I could feel the sweat drizzle down my face like raindrops and heard myself silently pray “Please God , don’t let me be too late!” So now the door was three feet off the ground . I ran like a bolt of lightning , dropped to the floor , and slid on the cold steel under the door, so close that my fingers barely made it by an inch as the door dropped to the ground .
    Now came my last objective , survive . About fifty to sixty soldiers on the other side of the room pointed machine guns , barricading the door I came from To eliminate the hostiles . Behind them was a door that was an exit to the back , where the aircraft landing sight was . We evacuated through there in case of emergencies like these .
    “The air support will be here any minute , so take out any hostiles when the door has been breached !” shouted the commander . “No survivors! Kill them all !” Suddenly , there was a repeated “clink” of gunfire repelling off of the door . But after what seemed to be ten seconds , all became silent . After the room became quiet , a soldier walked to the door and rested his ear upon it to listen , and herd a faint sound .
“Beep...Beep...Beep” . With a panicking voice , the soldier yelled “Turn back !”
    He rushed towards the other side of the room but was too late . The burst open with a loud “BOOM!” and sent the soldier flying across the room . What seemed like thousands of bullets shooting like lightning at us scattered around the room from the hostiles . A soldier shouted “Deploying gas!” and threw a can of gas at the hostiles , and the can exploded in a mist of poisonous gas . I could hear the enemy screech in pain as the poisonous gas vaporized in their lungs . Soon enough , the commander shouted “The transports are ready! Open the back door and get to the transports!”
All soldiers , including me , grabbed their weapons and headed towards the back door . As I ran to the door , I could see the soldier who flew from the explosion from the front door covered in deep red blood , and metal shards dug into his flesh .
We reached outside about thirty feet from the landing site . We ran through the bullets zipping behind us . Trees toppled from explosions and hostile air support attacked us from all sides . I turned around to try to get in a few shots with my AK-47 . So I equipped my weapon with a 3x optical scope and rapidly shot , wounding and killing ten enemies . With every shot I took , blobs of blood erupted from the hostiles’ bodies . When I ran out of ammo , I sprinted towards the helicopter , thinking “Almost there.”
The helicopter was hovering over a cliff of the island , withstanding bullets shooting at it . The commander was already onboard along with five soldiers . They shouted at me “Hurry , or you will be left behind!” As I ran to the helicopter , I noticed in fear hostile air support launching missiles at me . I rushed as if a tornado was chasing me , and I could only do one thing : jump .
As soon as I hit the edge of the island , I stretched out my legs and jumped with one hand held out in front of me to catch the grip of the helicopter door . Unfortunately , an explosion erupted behind me and forced me forwards , pushing me above the water . It was a fifty foot drop to the water . As I fell into the water , I didn’t think I would make it alive . But somehow I managed to survive . However , the commander wasn’t as lucky . The aircraft was torn apart , chunks of its metal missing . As the aircraft plunged into the water , I noticed soldiers soldiers trying to struggle out of their seats .
I swam to them , grabbed my pocket knife , and sliced off the safety belts . Struggling to keep my breath , I looked around for the commander , but what I saw was not what I hoped to see . His legs were blown into shreds , his guts were hanging from his legs . He never would’ve made it out , and I was starting to lose my breath .
    I began to swim as fast as I my muscles could breath , but I was too late . My skin grew cold , my body felt weak ,and I started to sink. Blinding darkness filled my eyes . The last voices I remember was a soldier calling for help , and another saying “He’s gonna be okay.”
    Luckily , I survived .

The soldiers and I were stuck on a spit of land for three weeks . Supplies were growing short , we found very little that we could drink , and food became a serious problem . We each had one meal a day and no drinks at night . Fortunately , one of the soldiers found a back-up machine for us to contact the military . They sent an air transport to rescue us . However , they sent us straight to our next mission in Washington , D.C. The mission was to guard the president from enemy spies or terrorists entering the White House , planning to capture him .