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What my parents know about pop culture.

Posted by Robert Glynn in Storytelling - Chase on Sunday, February 13, 2011 at 10:02 pm

My parents went to New York to see Andre Bocelli. They got home a little early, so I'm watching the end of the Grammy's with them. While they were announcing the nominees for the best rap album, my mom finds it necessary to comment on everything. When they announced Eminem, and they show his face, my mom goes, "He's white! Wow! Look he's white!" Then Eminem is announced the winner. My mom says, "Look at that, the white guy won the rap one!" Then she procedes to say, "Now, is he dirty or clean?" My dad replies, "Oh he's dirty." "Oh he is? They should have more clean rappers." To this moment I'm not sure if they were talking about lyrics or drugs or what.

Mom: Is he wearing braces?
Me: No mom that's called a grill.

Dad: A red headed black girl, that doesn't make any sense. 
Mom: Rihanna is black!?



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Incident Z(chapter2sec1) for 2/13/11

Posted by Andrew Smith in Storytelling - Chase on Sunday, February 13, 2011 at 9:55 pm

We arrived at johns just as Chris was getting there, “Jacob stay in the car drive around if you have to, run em over if they get to close, protect eve and Dan”

            “ok, and protect yourself as well” I nodded and got out, Chris also got out and we both walked up to johns front door together. I had my gun out and Chris had a metal baseball bat. Already stained with blood

            I looked at the baseball bat and back at my gun and smiled, he saw this” hey don’t feel so special I actually took my paintball gun and co2 and I have a crap load of ideas, the fps is already way up and I got marbles and such.” I laughed, that’s Chris for ya.

            “so you ready?” Chris nodded. I tried to open the door but it was locked. I knocked and called for john. Then I herd a noise behind us, we both turned I raised my gun, and was ready to fire, but john was just getting  out of a parkour roll. He turned around and smiled.

            “come to save me? I was just about to get on the roof with my paintball gun and have some fun”  we all laughed. And then we quickly ran for our cars, so far so good I thought. Next stop was Teds house.  We pulled up and proceeded with the same procedure, just me and Chris at the door.  We tried to open it and this time the door opened. We found ted and his sister just sitting on the couch, we grabbed them and ran out. Quick and easy, with a little difficulty convincing them but eventually they came with us. It was the same way for rob, Jane ally and ant. By the time we grabbed everyone the cars were packed. it was impossible to fit everyone in a seatbelt.  We were driving around now and there were still next to no zombies on the road. But other then our two cars the streets were oddly empty. Every once in a while we would pass a zombie here and there, but not as many as we saw when we first got attacked. It was odd and somewhat scary.

            Chris called me. “now what? Where do we go?”

            “ I know!, B’js!”

            “no really”

            “ I’m serous man, they got tons of food, only one main entrance that we can close, we have the kind of power to thoroughly  make sure its clear. Its perfect.”

            “…well …ok fine”

 

            we were on our way to BJ’s. I picked up my phone and tried to call my dad. I tried several times. He never answered.

 

When we got to BJ’s  there were already a swarm of zombies in the parking lot, maybe about 5 or so directly in front of the store. I jumped out the second, the car stopped and ran for the doors, they slid open. Good they still work I thought. Then I turned to face what ever followed me. Two zombies were right behind me. I raised my dads gun and shot once for one of their heads. A loud blam went out and a popping sorta noise as the round put a hole through the head, I then quickly adjusted my aim and shot the other one. Both shots were dead on. I paused then and looked at what I had done. Chris ran up to me followed by the gang, everyone got out except for the drivers of the cars and came running to get behind me. More zombies were coming now, only me Chris, ted and john actually had any weapons, I had a gun, Chris had his bat, and ted and john used the paintball guns loaded with marbles.

            “Chris, go take everyone inside lead the way and hit any zombies in there you find as hard as you can, john and ted, I want you two to find the power or some way to stop the doors from opening, ill cover the doors so no zombies get in.” everyone went off, the drivers kept driving around avoiding zombies and running them over when there was a small enough number of them to avoid damage to the cars. I wondered how much gas was left in each of them. I then looked down at the two zombies I had killed. I was now ready to call them zombies, they were no longer just men, no longer just the infected. They were zombies, and I was afraid. There were four more zombies on their way over now, well there were a lot more, but four that were close to making it without getting splattered by the cars. i had 14 shots left in the gun. I took aim, took my time, and squeezed off 4 more rounds, and got four more kills. 10 rounds left, I counted. It was important to count shots. Every round counted. One bullet one kill.  It felt strange killing a zombie. It was a mixture of satisfaction, and yet something about it made me feel uneasy. I had to just tell myself, they were not human anymore. My phone went off and I answered. It was john.

            “yo Justin, we got the power switch get your ass in here

            “ok give me one second” I started jumping up and down, within a few seconds both the cars parked near me, both Nicole and Jacob came out and ran for the door, we all walked in together “ok now” the doors shut off, and then a metal gate started to shut. The doors were being locked up. “ok john send a text message to everyone I want us all to regroup by the front door.”

            “roger”

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My brother

Posted by Marjorie Moreno in Storytelling - Chase on Sunday, February 13, 2011 at 9:41 pm

My brother can be very stubborn when he gets passionate about something. If you have a younger brother, I’m pretty sure that you can relate to this. It is always the same story, we are at the mall and he wants a new video game- it doesn’t matter what the circumstances are, by the end of the day, he’ll get what he wants. I went to Brazil during the summer. It was my first trip alone [away from my family]. At first I was so excited and I couldn’t wait to get on the plane and fly far away from my irritating-stubborn-jealous brother.  The first weeks were perfect, just like I expected. After the first month I started to miss the stupid-jokes and silly-fights that my brother and I used to have. Sometimes you don’t realize how much you care about someone. Sometimes you forget about the small-but-precious details that show that you love them. Don’t get me wrong. I still think that my brother is a silly-stubborn boy but I love him. I love him for sitting next to me quietly when I’m upset, for all the silly jokes that make me laugh every morning, for thinking that someday he will be strong enough to protect me, for not getting mad when I kick him out of my room, for eating the tomatoes of my sandwich for me [even though he hates tomatoes], for letting me borrow his iPod whenever I want to, for baking me a cookie for valentine’s day, for crying because he didn’t have any money to buy me something for my birthday.  I love my brother even though I never tell him that I do.

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Sometimes the Heart Orders A Platter it Can't Afford

Posted by Lenea Harris in Storytelling - Chase on Sunday, February 13, 2011 at 9:17 pm

​Her: what you doing?

Me: smh. looking at flight prices. =/ 

I wanted to bring Jalen to prom, but idk if thats gonna work. smh. 


Her: awww.

how much is it gonna cost?


Me: everytime i look it up i keep getting 422 exactly. Once I got 350, but thats still so much when I have so much more to pay for with prom. 

i half way already made up my mind that it won't work out, but then the're 15% that's like maybe if... 

so I keep going back to it lol. 

I hate my heart sometimes. 


Her: it til work out

but i mean

:/

he wont do it

well i think he wont


Me: lol i asked him and he said he would, but then I keep wondering like when the time comes what if he didn't/ 

I've considered it all lol. 


Her: ohh okay

cuz i was like

what if he dont do it?

you spend all your time doing all this stuff

for nothing

and then imma be mad at him

for saying he was going to do it

he just be lying

he one of those typr of ppl to hype it up and dont do shit

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Chapter 1 - Momma

Posted by Onjelique Jackson in Storytelling - Chase on Sunday, February 13, 2011 at 8:31 pm

​Since I was three years old I was a ginny pig. Being poked and examined pried and over researched, all because I was a baby genius, and not to mention a miracle. When I was two years old I fell off a 10-foot jungle gym head first into the rocky coaly round, immediately knocked unconscious. I was in a coma for 3 weeks. And two years prior to the accident I was a normal two-year old. I ran back and forth, in circles until I got dizzy enough to fall and knock my head against any object close by and then cry endlessly until my cheeks were even a rosier red and until my eyes went from frosted grass green, to flaming orange. Then I would get back up and do it all over again. I ate chipped paint off the wall after I drew a princess in a castle with a unicorn army, or what most people saw, scribbled chicken scratch. It was the perfect childhood.

            When I woke up from the coma I saw a familiar face, my nanny, then a face that wasn’t so familiar, nor pleasant, my mother’s.  She had the same rosey red cheeks, and curly, frizzy hair. She had the same frosty grass green eyes, but with busted red veins surrounding them, and a glossy film coating them, which wasn’t from tears of the very near death of her own daughter. My mother had on black pants, a black plain tee shirt, and an oversized black corteroid material jacket with a music pin tilted diagonally on the right-hand collar of the jacket, it was my fathers. She also wore silver chain with a pistol hanging downwards with hearts spilling from the nose of the gun. 

            “Hey hun, how’s my baby doing?” my nanny said caressing my hair with deep uncomfortable eye contact. I ignored her and stared at my mother, whom I haven’t seen for days. She walked to the side of my bed and put took off her chained gun and placed it around my neck, kissed my forehead and turned around and walked out.

“She’ll be back, tell me how you’re feeling” the nanny pried.

“I’m hungry, is Mommy getting me food?”

“I don’t know honey, I don’t know. You hit you’re her head really hard but the doctor said you’ll be ok when you wake up, do you understand?”

“Can we get a piano?”

“HA you really did hit your head hard missy, no one knows how to play the piano, well besides your fath--- no one knows how to play the piano.”

“I do”

“Don’t be silly”

The doctor entered, he had a huge mustache seems malnourished and seemed so old he could drop dead any minute. “Hello there, little lady.” He walked over and checked my pulse, flashed a flash light in my eyes, and checked the 10 stitches on the left side of my temple.

“You’re looking good I think we can get you home today,” he turns to the nanny “just keep her on her meds and make sure she gets plenty of rest and she’ll be fine.” He took on last glance at me, smiled, and walked out.

“Alrighty lets get you home”

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Feeling too old/ Times are changing

Posted by Dominque Miller in Storytelling - Chase on Sunday, February 13, 2011 at 6:46 pm

Mom: Wanna come in the store to get a snack?
Me: Sure, I'm kind of hungry.
Mom: You got a dollar *mom look*
Walks into store
Me: I really want some plain lays chips. Picks up chips 50 cents. ARE YOU SERIOUS? This is ridiculous.
Mom: Yup.
Me: I remember I could get 4 bags for a dollar, times are really changing.

Even though I am only about to hit 18, it really feel as though things are changing around me. Or maybe I am just starting to notice them now. I guess this is the time when we all start realizing we are actually adults...who would have thought a bag of Lays could show me so much?

 mms_picture(18)

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Penn State or Hampton?

Posted by Tajh Jenkins in Storytelling - Chase on Sunday, February 13, 2011 at 6:09 pm

Which school should I choose. I've always wanted to go to Penn State but after thinking I wouldn't be accepted because of my SAT's scores, I thought that Hampton was where I wanted to be. Surprisingly though, I received my first college acceptance letter from Penn State. That acceptance letter slowly changed my mindset back into "Penn State Mode." Hampton is still an option but everyday it's looking like I will choose Penn State. Time is ticking. 

pennstate
pennstate
hampton
hampton
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Text Message Story

Posted by Sinnea Douglas in Storytelling - Chase on Sunday, February 13, 2011 at 5:57 pm

would you rap on my video if i made one?

of course!


and dance? (not that kinda dance. Like diddy dance.)


naw I wont diddy dance for nothing 


lol no? 


like mo money mo problems. harmless stuff!


nope. I just sit in a chair and rap


a queen chair? a throne?


nope just a regular old chair. maybe I'll even sit on the step.


oh you cant be in my video no more. you too cool...

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Hotel Party?

Posted by Tajh Jenkins in Storytelling - Chase on Sunday, February 13, 2011 at 5:53 pm

I spent most of my saturday with a friend. A good friend that I have come to know better and better throughout these last couple weeks. We chilled for most of the day before I decided that I wanted to leave and get my night started. All week I told some friends from school that I would not be attending their hotel party. Knowing that I would surprise them, I decided to show up and party later on that night when I was done spending the day with my friend. It took me forever to get to the hotel because SEPTA runs super slow on the weekends. I was so cold waiting for the bus to come that I thought I might end up going back in the house. Fortunately as I was just ready to walk back to my house, the bus came around the corner. When I got off the bus, i got on the worst train ride I've ever taken. I smelled poop on the train, and sadly it was a homeless man that carried the smell with him because when he exited the train two stops before mines, the smell exited with him. I was relieved to finally not have to hold my breathe for minutes at a time. When my train ride was over, i walked from 15th street at City Hall to 11th and arch. It was so cold outside that I was shivering from head to toe. When I finally reached 11th and arch, I stood in front of the Hilton Garden Inn. I walked in, took the elevator to the 7th floor and walked to room 701. Already with my jacket and hoodie off, I heard Mckelly's loud mouth through the door. I was laughing as I knocked on the door. "Who is it?" asked Amira. "It me, Tajh," I replied. The door opened, "Brooooooo," screamed Amira with a smile on her face. I was ready for an exciting night. 
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Home.

Posted by Jennifer Albright in Storytelling - Chase on Sunday, February 13, 2011 at 5:37 pm

I know a place where the grass is really greener,
There are no clouds to block the shining of the sun,
And no city buildings to block the lights of millions of stars;
It's in your arms; It's home.

For a while I moved through life seemingly happy
With fits of laughter, possibly hinting at hysteria.
I watch you walk by, your soul shining, with anger in my eyes
And a flirtatious giggle aimed at the
Insignificant creatures surrounding me.

You see this and I must be the perfect little actress
Because I fooled you into thinking I was euphoric
When in reality I was barely okay,
I even fooled myself into thinking I was over you.

But you're the true actor.
Your performance is flawless.
Where my act was given away by pain in my eyes
Yours remained empty, like your voice and heart.
If not for your indirect messages of maybe love and regret
I'd believe every sign of hate you throw my way.

Tell me the truth.
If you show no one else your true colors, show them to me.
Maybe we can both live where the grass is greener,
The sun shines without clouds,
The stars shine in the depths of both our eyes,
And we'll finally be home.​
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