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 ^-^ !

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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 .

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 .

[sighs] 2011

             Well here we are , 2012 and it seems like every one is enjoying it . Well , some are , but my 2012 is kind of rough . Well when the year started it really was not that bad , at least until I heard some terrible news coming to January 5th . I heard my grandfather had lung cancer and had to live with me for a few months or a year .

At first it really was not a big deal for him to come but after all the waiting and tests and stress , it has gotten a lot harder than it was before . but we really had no choice  . He was alone , because of the other cancer my grandmother suffered from so he needed to stay with someone .

Usually we do have a good time with everyone but , some days are not so sunny . sometimes their is tears , pain , and mostly stress , and sometimes everyone is being really cranky , and get sick , but as I know as much as my parents tell me we all have to work together and get through this mess .

Some times my grandfather breaks down and it gets harder for him to breath , and now he has to use a machine to keep some air left in him .  Now , its not as bad as my grandmas cancer when all she could do was stay in bed all day .

But at least my grandfather can walk and go any where he wants , he just needs someone with him . And sometimes he will complain he is not a fighter and will never make it and he cant take the pain , but he knows none of my family will let him go , and we will help him through this .

over the past few days days he has gotten better news about his health and not doing another test to get it over with , but however he still misses his home and his girlfriend . The doctors even said he might be with us for a long time but , really that sucks don’t you think ? especially seeing as his girlfriend is waiting for him to return but may not come he home . If that happend to me I would probably want to cry for a month or so .

but I promised him he will go home and I wont let him stay away from home forever or his girl friend

he deserves better and will end up like its suppose to be , he will end up going home .

a kid with one talent...

Well it all started when I was ten years old , listen to music , and sing when ever the radio turned , don .

As a few months past I started watching concerts on t.v of bands like , Linkin Park , Breaking Benjamin , and Evanescence . Soon enough I began enjoying music so much I asked my parents to buy me a drum set for Christmas , they agreed and bought me one .

My name is N8 people call me that just cause I like it , My skill is the drums , and sort of the acoustic guitar ,  things I could not live with out , friends family and rock music or metal .

OK , so people wonder , why do you want to play the drums ? what inspired you ? To tell u the truth , this my inspiration . Just think for a moment what could be better than being in front of millions of people playing your own music , and being on magazine or CD case.

Its not money that’s my interest , its fame , performing , showing off your skills , and showing people who u really are , not what others think .
    Over the 3 years I have been drumming I have gone through a lot of sacrifices and pain . most of my pain I had was moving my drums around the house because my neighbors next door to my house say that , my drumming is driving them “batty” . Do you take that as a compliment ? Is that not rude ? Would that make you mad ? I’ll tell you , I was furious as well as my parents were . As for sacrifices well , I had to keep buying money for sound proof . Now some say that its easy trying to put replaced walls on your house , OK what if you are trying to sell it ? Not easy , lot of stress and hard to not make a single mess up . Although I still play drums even though the neighbors complain , I never let that slip away , enough to not have me play the drums anymore .
You know the best part of getting cool stuff for your drums ? shopping ! Well sort of . But I will say this , drum supplies are not cheap . anything u want under ten dollars will only get you drum sticks , cymbal spray ,  or drum clips and hardware about the size of your thumb.
Although it is really expensive well , its usually really awesome equipment like , cymbals , toms (cylinders around the drums) , or even cowbells wood blocks or tambourines , because with music sound is everything.
One of my other things I like about the drums is playing music from other bands or making your own music , especially drum solos . The music I mostly play is Breaking Benjamin , mostly because I like the band and love the way the drummer of that band uses different techniques around the drum set .

So here comes the real question , how did I learn to play drums and learn the techniques ? My training is one , i play any music by ear because i can usually hear what is  being hit because I am use to the sound and know how it sounds . two because I play different sort of music so I can try out different accents , three i make different accents on my own or random drum beats .

Out of all the years of playing drums it has never been a regret and  I wish to be on stage in the future playing in a band as a drummer .

   

story of my life

When I first saw were I lived I only thought one thing , freezing !
I was born 1997 New York Syracuse , I was the first grandson born
and was officially favorite by my grandparents . as I grew older we moved to South Carolina for more space when my brother was born in 1998 . 

My brother and me did some crazy things when we were young such as paint the ceiling surprisingly not a drip of paint , and when I just got all my toys like bikes , or skates , my uncles always broke them the next day . Soon enough our neighbors complained too much so my family moved to North Carolina were I turned 5 years old . 

The house my family lived in was not so big , with small bedrooms , and bathrooms , a medium size garage and back yard . but it was big enough to live in for a few years . The more I grew older the more cash flew out the window , due to buying expensive items such as drums , guitars , computers , and cammeras .

I always enjoyed practicing the drums 3 hours a day it was tough , and tricky , but after a while it was like being at a rock concert without missing a single note .
As I became more better at the drums the sound of them ricochette
from my room to the out side of my house , and the neighbors next door to me complained and bawled for me to stop drumming for a few months .My parents were not so happy at them , even I didnt care what they thought , it was my dream to become a drummer and its not going to stop .

 As my 2nd quarter of intermediate school was comming to end , march 27 became the worst day of my life.

My grandmother died of cancer , I'm not sure wich one , but it was like being in a nightmare I could never escape from.
I could only remember the tears dripping slowly down my cheek
and my fist turning into an earthquake as I stare down at her grave trying to say goodbye.

After my grandmothers death , life became more stressful because of end of school grade test comming up . I remember staying up late in night trying to study , but I keep on thinking of my grandmother and crying myself to sleep hoping she would come back . Some how I manage to survive the test with a score of 3 and a 4 , and passed 6th grade. 

Now a year has been past into 7th grade .
My first year of middle school.     

   Once I started middle school things started to change . More work , home work , projects , harder questions , more strict rules , and worst of all terrible lunches . Although things became rough for me my teachers gave me some help and I got used to it .

So now as I write this story , I relize that I have had some bad things happen and silly things I could never forget about , but somtimes
even through the hardest pains I would never let them keep me worried about what  happens in the futer .