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“Pi day, it's pi day!” The pie vendor called.
“Did you say pie day?” Isadora licked her lips. “Mm, I could have some delicious pie.”
“No, it's pi day. P-I. 3.1415…you know,” The vendor replied. She was a pretty young woman with blonde hair and light green skin. “Even Earthlings must've heard of the number.”
“Oh, that,” Isadora sighed. “Well,” she took out her star-studded wallet, “I'll buy a pie, anyway.” She withdrew some Units from the leather pouch. “How much is a slice of Starspice?”
“Usually it's 500 units,”
“So the price is raised today?” Isadora sighed again.
“No, today it's free. One slice maximum per person, free,” The vendor smiled, showing white teeth. “Would you like starspice, then? I have a fresh batch right out of the oven.”
“Oh my gosh, yes! Starspice is my favorite, but I can almost never afford it!” Isadora's eyes became stars, a symbol of happiness on some planets. “In my vendor job on Iphigenia, I literally earn 200 Units an hour. I swear, that is SO illegal, but apparently it..isn't.”
The vendor managed a tight smile, and Isadora realized they both were earning the same salary.
“Well, here's your starspice pie slice,” The vendor handed her a paper plate, with a pie slice on top.
The crust was a perfectly baked golden brown, with a handmade criss cross pattern on top, but the filling was the real deal. It was blue, purple, and pink with glowing white stars here and there. “It's like seeing a galaxy,” breathed Isadora. Every time she saw the pie, she was mesmerized, even though she glanced at the pie in the shop of stores almost every day.
“It is,” The vendor agreed.The vendor turned her attention to the next customer, who was asking for a slice of Raspberry Surprise.
Isadora carefully took a bite of her pie. “Mmm,” she sighed. Delicious.

Daily 14/3/2022 314 words


Dashi had been ever so hungry. She had badly wanted to eat something that would satisfy her taste buds. Of course, she knew it herself. PIE! She had tasted apple pie in her granny’s home in Scotland. Granny’s pie was mouth-watering and was absolutely the most delicious thing in the world for Dashi. “Mum and dad are anyway away on Dad’s business trip, and Granny is in Scotland. So might as well whip up an apple pie myself.” She told herself. “But I need the recipe for that. I can’t simply make a pie without a recipe.” She Mumbled. Dashi soon rang up Granny. “Hello? This is Evelyn Montgomery speaking.” Said the Person on the phone but of course that person was Granny.

“Granny!! Do you have the recipe of your Apple Pie?” Asked Dashi Eagerly. “Why yes my dear Dashi. What do you need it for?” Asked Granny. Dashi immediately explained everything in just a minute. “Honey Aren’t you too young to handle this? You may get hurt.” Said Granny in a worried yet casual tone. “Granny I’m 13 years old. I can handle this. You know you taught me how to cook and taught me to bake a little didn’t you?” Dashi asked pleadingly. “Alright my lion cub. I’ll send a photo of the recipe.” Granny said cheerfully.

After Dashi got the photo of the recipe, and went to the to the market for the ingredients. On the way, she met a little stray pup. The pup started to lick her foot and whimpered. “You poor pup. Here are 3 raspberries for you to eat.” Dashi said sympathetically. Soon the pup followed her all the way home. “Well what a little thing you are. I suppose I could keep you little Raspberry. The pup jumped with joy. Later Raspberry helped Dashi make the pie and they ate it happily in the end.

daily for 14.03.2022!

“Good morning, sweetie! Here's today's pie - blueberry!” your mother chirps.

“Thanks, mom!” You answer back, rushing down the stairs, donning your school blazer and carrying your satchel.

You love pie. In fact, it isn't just you. The entire village relies on pie. Every day - no matter breakfast, lunch or dinner - everyone eats pie. A fruit pie for breakfast and a meat pie for lunch and dinner. Simply put, the entire village runs on pie. Without pie, the village would crumble.

After gobbling down your delicious pie, you bid goodbye to your mother and head off to school. You see your friends skipping merrily, on their way to the school.

Once you reach school, lesson begins. The first lesson is baking - well, it's quite obvious that you're baking pies. This particular lesson is about pot pies, undoubtedly the village favourite. A sweet, thick gravy with a wonderful meat of your choice, stuffed in a crust and served piping hot - what more could you ask for? Your teacher heads into the storeroom, when you suddenly hear a piercing scream.

“Gaaahh!” Your teacher exclaims. “T..the…”

“What is it?”

“What happened, Ms Charles?”

Your classmates gather behind her, and gasp in surprise.

“The flour is gone!” One of your classmates exclaims to the rest of the class.

Oh no! Without flour, nobody can bake pie! What would we do?

“We're doomed!”

“What will we do now?”

Just then, the kitchen staff rushes in. “There's no more flour in the kitchen pantry, could we have some from your storeroom?”

Ms Charles mutters, “T-the flour is gone…”

“Ring!” A shrill ring echoes through the entire village. Everyone immediately turns in to the local radio.

“Breaking news - all flour in the village has suddenly disappeared. Please be on standby, an investigation team has been released to investigate the case.”

Oh no…what would we do now?

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14/03/2022 daily.
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tommorow was the feast of Thor, it's a asgardian feast where thor's heroic actions are praised, Loki knew Thor was gonna bring pie, so he planned to become an poisonous apple pie tommorow but he knew it be risky but he tried , the next day thor was fighting the frost giants with sif, odin was ruling asgard, it was just a normal day, but the frost giants came by, thor was preparing for the other bunch of frost giants, odin sent guards to take care of the frost giants, thor was swinging his hammer from one frost giant to another, the frost giants were just trying to deliver a package to Loki for frost giant salt also known as frost giant dandruff, loki was wondering what took the salt so long, he transformed into a fly to go and see, loki saw the frost giant's feet getting hurt, so loki disturbed thor by buzzing loudly, thor was frustarated , he went to fight, yet loki managed to survive, after all of that it was midnight, all guards added up at night, thor was trying to wear special armor, after thor was done with his armor he went to heimdall and teleported between realms to earth, afterwards jane foster joined the feast and loki needed to make a reason he'll not attend, loki talked to odin “father, i need to go to buy items for dearest brother thor” loki stated, odin responded “fine but don't cause any mischief loki”, loki nodded and went to stand on the table that thor prepared his pie on, then transformed and sit next to it, thor went to pick up the pie and serve on the feast table, once thor took a bite, thor got poisoned and passed out, after 5 minutes he woke up again and all cheered, thor began to ate more unpoisoned pies, loki's plan failed again.

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Daily 3-14-22
I hate pies.
Please don’t ask why, and I dare you to tease me about it. I dare you.
I don’t like pie. The crust is always unbaked. Always. And I hate every kind of filling. Cherries are always too sweet. Pumpkin always makes me throw up.
Still think that you can make fun of me for it? I’ll tell you what happened to the guy that tried. Then, we’ll see if you’ll question my dessert preferences.
It was in November. Pumpkin pie season. Ugh. My parents have a lot of money, so they’re always trying to rub it into other people’s faces. Stupid rich kid that they introduced me too wanted to eat pie. Fine, I told him, but leave me in peace. I hate pie, and pumpkin is nasty. He didn’t appreciate that.
But why don’t you want pie? he asked. Everyone likes pie.
And what if I don’t? I responded.
Then you can at least come with me. We’re friends, right?
No. I replied. No, we’re not.
Well, you have to pretend. He grabs my arm and drags me across the park.
Pie makes me throw up. I protest.
That’s stupid. You’re lying. He responds.
Am not. I say.
Liar.
I punched him then.
He wasn’t the type of person who’s used to being punched, so he fell over. It was rather funny, even at the time. I laughed as I threw him to the ground an punched his stupid, stuck up face in.
You might say it wasn’t a good idea, beating someone up over pie. My parents were really upset, tarnishing their reputation in public and all that. That was their question: Why would you beat someone up over pumpkin pie?
It wasn’t about the pie. It was about my pride.
He insulted me. He called me a liar. He thought that he was better than me because, God forbid, I don’t like stupid, nasty pumpkin pie.
I changed his mind rather quickly, don’t you think?

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One morning when I woke up, all I saw was…pies? I rolled my eyes, rubbed them, and looked again, but nothing really changed. I decided to take a walk out in the open, and guess what? It was raining pies! My mouth literally shot open at the sight of apple pies, cherry pies….
Rather than doing the thing most people would do, like go to a doctor or something, I brought out all the platters I had and started collecting pies. I mean, my grandma would love my exquisite collection of pies, won’t she?
I went home in my pie-home and started feasting on pies. If I was ever hungry, I’d just go out and collect the raining pies. Easy, peasy!
As I happily chewed on my delicious apple pie, a cream pie fell on my head. Right then, I knew, was the best time to call my grandma and show her all my lovely platters with her favorite dessert. I phone-called her right away and she came in a flash at the word “pies”. I think she flew here or something.
She’s an old woman with crinkly hair and a great fondness for pies (I cannot refer to her as ‘was’ because then she’d kill me and I’d be a ‘was’). So, after she came, I gave her cherry pies and cream pies and apple pies, which she devoured as soon as she got her hands on them. I went out and got her some more pies. Next, I decided to sit out in the open and stretch my mouth wide, and collect all the pies I could in my mouth. Basically, I would stuff myself with pies. As me and my grandma happily feasted on pies and did a pie-eating contest (of course she won, of course), I decided to take a nice nap.
When I woke, I realised I was dreaming.

I tried comedy, and it didn't turn out good, Sorry.

//Daily for fairytale cabin! (March 14) \\ 394 words

Carol rolled out of bed and opened the door to her tree house. The tree was a relatively short one. She could jump down easily without getting hurt, most of the time. She waltzed into the kitchen humming her favorite tune. And saw her mother stressing out and pacing back and forth.
“Mom, Whats wrong what happened?' Carol asked trying to calm her distressed mother down.
”I was going to bake a pie today for the old lady who just moved next door but i seem to have misplaced the blueberries. And the pie crust is already in the oven. And i can't take it out until i have the berries!“
”Mom, don't you remember we planted blueberries last spring in the yard. Why don't you just grab some from there?“ Carol looked out the window
”That's where i got the berries and i plucked them all off, There's none left in the bowl not even a leaf!“ I unfurl my leafy wings and stretch them out a bit.”I could try to fly to the market center and buy some!“
Carols mother sadly nods as Carols flies out the window towards the town market. She weaves in and out of the stands. Colorful carpets and flowers whoosh by as she beelines towards the farm section.
”Hector!“ Carol calls out to her favorite berry vendor. ”Do you have any blueberries? My mom is making a pie and has lost the berries!“
”Sorry Carol, But the berry thief has struck again and stole all my berries! Maybe if you could find them I'll give you some berries for free!“
Carol nods and looks around for any clues. She finds a trail of smushed blueberries and follows them through the market past a corner and into a dark alley where she finds the berry thief.
”Alright you caught me here you can have the berries!“ The berry thief hand carol a bag with the berries.
Back at home Carol and her mom have finished the pie and are waiting on the old ladies doorstep.
”Whats this, A pie?“
”Yes it's a blueberry pie. We made it for as a welcoming gift.“
”Oh, Thank you for the offer but i'm actually allergic to blueberries. Thank you though."
All of that for nothing.

//Daily for Fairy tale (March 15)\\
Idiom: Go down in flames (fail miserably)

Today Carol was bored, Extremely bored. She walked around aimlessly in her tree house when suddenly she gets an idea! She should build a miniature version of her tree-house, what could go wrong? Nothing, right? She gathers her materials. A piece cardboard, some glue, chopsticks and popsicle stick along with some other random things. She starts gluing stuff together frantically holding the sticks upright as she waits for the glue to dry. Nothing was going correctly or how she planned it. The sticks were falling the cardboard was buckling over with the weight. When suddenly the model went up in flames and she quickly dropped it onto the table. It seems that Carol did so badly the model went up in flames without someone starting the fire or any object starting it either. She ran frantically left and right, flying around trying to find something to put out the fire but she couldn't find anything. If her mother found out she would be a dead nymph! She tried magically summoning some leaves to smother the fire. And she threw the leaves onto the fire but the leaves caught fire the very second they touched the glowing flames. The fire now bigger than it was before flickered ominously growing bigger, slowly although definitely growing. She in quick thinking threw her small cup of iced tea onto the flames. It didn't do much but made the fire smaller and a bit more manageable. She grabbed the model now engulfed in flames by the only part that hasn't been scarred by fire, the corner and flew to the nearest creek and dumped the thing. Throwing it in and out of the creek until all the flames we're smothered and she was sure they weren't coming back.

That was the first AND last time Carol would ever make a miniature model!

//Weekly\\

(Part 1)

Today is The Night of the Fireflies. An annual Festival for fairies and nymphs alike. It all started thousands of years ago.
*Flashback*
2 Kingdoms are constantly fighting. The final Battle. Loud waves crashing on the shore and seafoam flying everywhere. Loud thunder cracks and booms in the distance. Bright red blood dying the previously white sand. All went black then suddenly there was nothing. It was like nothing has ever happened. No storm in the distance, no crashing waves. Only calmness. It was over. The fairies and the nymphs alike look around in confusion. Is this it? Is it all over? All those hundreds of years spent fighting. Just for it to be over just like that? Both Fairies and Nymphs celebrated together and grieved together for those who hadn’t made it this far. Former enemies coming together, eating together, drinking together, dancing together. Many of them hadn’t remembered why this war even came to be. Many of them hadn’t been alive when it had started. Festival music played, people singing songs playing violins and other instruments from their kingdoms. Reading books side by side. Sharing knowledge. Fireflies flickered fluttered and flied over the soldiers giving this new festival its name. The Night of the Fireflies. The night where the war that lasted one hundred years was just gone in a flash, a blink, a blackout and the chaos went to calmness. The day all the chaos subsided and all of the screaming and yelling and crying ended. A moment of peace after all the fighting, all of the tears shed andthe separated families. All of that, that has now turned into a festival of eating, drinking, singing and dancing. And making new friends and reuniting with old ones. The trading of ideas, thoughts and food and memories that will be passed down generation by generation for centuries and centuries until the end of time.
In modern times all fairies and nymphs on this special day make amends and sing and dance and drink until the morning of tomorrow. Laughing and singing and dancing togethers. And grieving the ones they have lost oh so long ago. In the war no one wanted to partcipate in. a war that lasted one hundred years. A war that ended in a flash and in confusion. A war that ended in a festival of friendship. A war that ended in The Night of the Fireflies.
I wonder if those who fought knew that they created something special. (414)



Waves of warm winds pass through the trees causing the blue purple leaves to rusle and shake filling the forest with sounds of falling leaves. A small stream filled with tiny fish fills the forest with the sounds of bubbles and rushing clear water. Singing chirping and cheeping tweeting birds fill the forests with the sound of whistles calls and sweet songs. A small white spotted fawn and its mother fill the forest with sounds of braying hoofbeats and rusling grass. A big brown grizzly bear fills the forests with the sounds of roaring and growling. The running winds that brush through fill the forests with sounds of whistling and carryed calls and bird songs. The small tiny fluffy tailed squirrels fill the forests with the sounds of digging, squeaks and falling acorns and berries. The red and black sleek and sly foxes blitzing around fill the forests with the sounds of barking and the movement of long fur. The grey soft masked racoons fill the forest with the sounds of scratching claws against tree bark. The sleek feline bobcats fill the forest with the sounds of meowing and hissing. The bug eating woodpeckers that cling to the trees fill the forests with the sounds of knocking doors and closing cuboards. The small fluffy brown bunnies fill the forest with the sounds of small hops in the grass. The small frogs and big toads near the rushing river bank fill the forest with sounds of ribbits and croakings and snatched flies
But after the sun has set and the moon has awakened more noises fill the forest.
The hooting of the owl hidden away in its big tree. The buzzing of small bugs and fireflies that quickly fly by. The calling of bats who have come out of their home, the cave to feed their children. A moth flies by looking for leaves to eat. The black and white badgers come out to play, purring kindly to one another. The small glowing fireflies fill the forests with a small humming and yellowblinking in the distance. The forest is filled with all kinds of noises. The pebbles, the rocks, the boulders make noise. The moss, the grass, the mushrooms make noise. The dirt, the sand, the dust make noise. The forest is filled with noises. Some you may hear immediately, some you need to find. You just need to listen closer! (400)


(part 2)

Everything is perfect. The sky is perfect. The cities are perfect. The people are perfect.
I am perfect.
Everyone is beautiful. No one is ugly. Everyone is a genius. No one is uninteligent.
Everyone has long flowing hair. Perfect skin. Perfect faces. Perfect kids. Perfect everything. Everyone is happy and always smiling.
But I am secretly miserable.
Because I know what's actually happening behind the scenes, Behind the curtain of unknowing bliss. I know that the government eradicates anyone who is less than perfect. Like if their nose is too big or if they're too short. Because everyone has to be perfect.
Tall, Blonde, Sky blue eyes, Clear pristine skin. If you’re anything other than that, it’s over for you. And I am in danger because I know too much. I am not perfect. I look perfect but I know too much to fit the mold.
My name is Rebecca. Blonde hair, perfect skin, sky blue eyed, perfect Rebecca. And I am forever in danger. But I live a perfect life and I have a perfect family and a perfect dog.
I ride my perfect bike to my perfect school and meet my perfect friends.
No one is popular because we’re all rich, we all have the newest phones and wear the newest and hottest clothes.
“Hey Beccy! What’s up. I just got a 100% on my math test. What about you?” Chloe says.
Chloe fits the social and physical mold perfectly, just the government wants her too. Blonde hair blue eyes blah blah blah another perfect person to add to the pile. I would tell her but she’s too brainwashed to believe me. Plus I don't want her to end up like me.
“Oh same, it was so easy!” Michelle chimes in! It’s obvious we all got 100’s because we’re all perfect.
I just laugh. I laugh perfectly.
A voice booms through the loudspeaker “Rebecca Brice,Claudia Walter and Brian Walter please come to the office for your Monthly check.”
Every single month the ‘government’ gives us a test to make sure we’re still perfect. I just lie. If we mess up even onequestion we’re done for and we’ll be wiped from everyones memory. Because imperfect people don’t exist.
I walk intomy testingcubicle on the desk. There's only a packet and a pen on the table. I sit down and begin.
If X=9 Y=?
Y=26
Alot of math questions. But I am a genius because I am ‘perfect’. As everyone else. Absolutely, Definitely totally.
A couple of paragraphs I had to rewrite and I couldn't forget one period or comma. Or I'm done for. I can’t make even one mistake because that's not perfect.
I pass the test. My knowledge of what's happening behind the scenes doesn’t affect my perfect genius brain.
I ride my bike home from school after I complete the test. Today was a test day so I went home after we finished. I turn a couple corners and finally reach the street where I live, Benson street. Named after the 108th president, Dylan Benson. The one who made everyone this way.
You may be thinking what happened to all the unperfect people before Former President Benson did the thing.
All the people, The men the women the children the babies, he brainwashed them and hijacked the food factories to add a secret chemical called Bengrine or eagent B chemical B. It has alot of different names to hide it.
Bengrine is a bright Pepto-Bismol colored liquid. After many different tests the people who made the chemical were becoming wary of him so he forced them to drink the Bengrine and they were now underhis control and he commanded them to continue making it. This was 40 years aago before I was born. All of the people in the country ate food contaminated with Chemical B and we’re all controled and they all went to random warehouses to be sorted. Perfect or unperfect. The perfect people, there were very few of them. Maybe 2000 or 3000 people. Now you may think that thats alot of people but it really wasn’t from all the people in a country with a population of over five hundred thousand people it really wasn’t that many. What happened to the imperfect people. I dont know. (716)



(part 3 cont of part 2)

What happened to the perfect people that I do know. They were force fed food contaminated with Chemical B and we’re brainwashed. They all wanted to have perfect children. And when they had a child they’d bring the child to the warehouse for testing if the baby was imperfect the parents and anyone who knew the child would have every single memory with the child wiped and the baby would be whisked away to who knows where. How do I know all this? I dont know either. A weird tall woman with wrinkly skin, wispy brown hair and green eyes. It was obvious she wasn’t perfect or like the others in any possible way. She told me all this. I think that she may have escaped wherever the unperfect people are kept or maybe she was a ghost. But she left and I never saw her again. Maybe she wasn’t real as i said i don’t know i’m only relaying the information she told me to you. But everywhere I go I look for that woman. I didn’t even get her name. She left and was never seen again. How i don’t get re-brainwashed from the Bengrine? Easy, I grow my own plant secretly! We aren’t allowed to grow our own plants because… Take a guess… The food isn’t contaminated! But I don't tell anyone, even my family because they’re brainwashed and will tattle on me almost immediately. And this ‘secret’ is eating away at me so I had to do something so I'm writing this here. If you tell anyone any of this you will be in danger and so will i. Even though I already am but oh well. But I have made a decision. I will break into one of the warehouses tonight. I know it's a dangerous mission but I have to do it. I gather some stuff. A black backpack a small vial for collecting some of the Benzine in case they have any stored there, my phone on full charge just in case of emergencies but i dont know who to call. I’ll figure it out. I just realized I have NO idea where a warehouse is. Maybe I can google it.
And there is one 15 blocks away wow. They really are everywhere I guess. I dress in all black and slip on my hoodie. I only had a black hoodie with designs on it that I got at a concert 3 years ago, I’m surprised it still fits me. I turn it inside out so the design of the singer and their band doesn't show and hastily throw it on. The design faded and cracked a bit due to its age, I only wore it twice though. I slip out the window quietly and sprint through the lawn and crash through my mom's garden under the cover of the night. then jump the white picket fence. I sprint past the streets that I memorized moments prior and I end up in a field in front of me, a dark gray tall square building where there's no windows. I bang against the door. Once Twice 3 times and the door falls with a slam. So much for being stealthy I guess. Also I expected government owned high security secret confidential building would have stronger doors. The loud crash of the door woke up the previously sleeping security guard.
“Hey you're not supposed to be in here!” He yells
“I uh work here.” Great excuse, amazing.
“You're too young to work here.” He continues yelling , Not very nice on the ears. “Hey, get back here.”
I sprint into the warehouse and climb up a big steel pipe. The building isperced with red flashing lights and a searing screeching noise. I see in the distance a bunch of people all dressed in uniform running towards my direction yelling. What is with these guys and yelling? They start to climb up my pipe and I take off running. Now i dont know if you ever ran on a cylinder or even seen one but those things aren’t safe for running on. And so I slip and fall off into the pit of uniformed workers trying to capture me. I land on one and manage to knock him out.
I bob and weave around the warehouse workers arms trying to grab me and hit one in the head and continue sprinting away. I didn’t know I could sprint this much huh. Adrenaline I guess. I run into a bright pink glowing room and manage to barricade myself in by using a broken wood table. I turn around and I am in total awe. I managed to lock myself in a room with a huge vat of Bengrine. I sloppily and hastily pull the vial out of my backpack and carefully fill the vial with the Chemical B that's in the vat, seal it and carefully wrap it into a tissue and place it into my backpack. The workers have been banging on the door when the table-top snaps in half and the brainwashed workers storm in.I wasn’t prepared to fight, This wasn’t part of the plan. But with
ome quick thinking I grab some of the splintered wood and start swinging like it's the last day of my life, even though It probably is but i’m not going down without a fight. I manage to knock out a couple and they crumble to the floor like a ragdoll that's survived the prehistoric era.
One of them manages to grab my shoulder and I manage to break free but am left with a dull pain but I shake it off easily. I bonk a couple more of them with the now destroyed table. For people who are hired to protect the warehouse they really aren’t that good at hand to hand combat. Not that much better than me though with my karate classes that I took when I was five. I forgot everything moments later. Then everything goes black and I awaken tied to a chair. (1009)

//Trying so hard to avoid scratching chat blocks also cliffhanger because i can\\


//Daily for march 21\\
Poem
What if Snow White never bit the apple
What if Sleeping Beauty never pricked her finger.
What if Rapunzel never ran away
What if Cinderella never went to the ball
What if Ariel never wished for legs
What if we wrote our own stories.

//Daily for March 22\\ (661)
Caravarks are mammals and a semi-domesticated species.They are not very affectionate creatures and prefer to be left alone. They were discovered by scientists in april of 1978

In the wild Caravarks are nocturnal creatures sleeping during the day and hunting during the night. Caravarks feed mostly on bugs and small rodents such as rats and mice. But if necessary they will switch to a herbivore diet. They are solitary creatures for the beginning of their lives until litter season arrives and they stick with their mates until their last day.

Caravarks come in a long haired variant and a short haired variant and have long furred ears to pick out the quiet footsteps of their prey stepping on the leaves in their habitat the Bushlands. They are native to Sub saharan Africa but domesticated ones can be found all over the world. The females reach an average height of 15 inches and males reach an average height of 17 inches. The Caravarks make nests out of feathers, leaves and powdered sand. The nests can be found mostly under shrubs and bushes as they provide a lot of coverage. Caravarks have no natural predators. They are part of the CITES and the UICN’s Vulnerable list due to the destruction of their natural habitats and are being pushed to new habitats and they are slowly evolving and adapting.

Caravarks are usually a brown to a rusty red color; they have short snouts and long tails. They have short legs therefore can’t run very fast so they have a top speed of about 20 MPH . They have very cat-like paws and claws although they are mostly docile creatures. They are good swimmers but prefer to stay out of the water dry.

They usually have litters of about 3 kits. The most recorded kits in one litter was 7 in 1986.
The female Caravark is usually the one to try to attract the male by trying to puff out her fur to make herself seem the biggest. Videos of these interactions have gone viral online garnering 11 million views due to their ‘cuteness’. They mate for life but can only have a litter once or twice in their lifetime. The young leave the nest at around 10 months to face the world by themselves. Female caravarks are able to produce litters at around 2 years old and males at around 1 year old. The young at birth are around 5 inches long.

The Caravark can go for 4 months without water as long as they are still eating. And 1 month without food. They have an average life span of 18 to 20 years. (441)

\\why do the wretched aardvarks exist who decided that they were a good idea\\

//March 28 Daily\\
Zer0 sits at their desk putting a song through google translate for one of the dailies.He copies and pastes the song into the box and translates it.
“Over character count!”
He cuts the song into different parts.
“Over character count!”
It does this many times, More than Zer0 could count with his peanut sized brain.
Zer0 yells in frustration.
He cuts the parts in half again. This time it translates successfully.
He translates the song a bunch of times until it's unrecognizable from the original lyrics.
He reads it over and looks at some of the ‘new’ lyrics.
“I will jump out of your skin to catch you.”
“Ew creepy” Zer0 mutters.
“Omro”
“What is an Omro? It sounds like a robot” Zer0 says, sighing then googling it he finds out it's a city in Wisconsin. Who named these cities?
The story nor the lyrics don't make sense!
Zer0, now bored, decided to post the ‘jumping out of skin’ line into his cabin's post board!
I garnered many laughs and misreads. One person read it as ‘I will cross the horizon to find you.’ Definitely more sane and calm then the actual lyric. And Moana was somehow thrown into the conversation. Zer0 was very confused that day.
Zer0 decided to not write the story and just wait till the next daily. (220)

Zer0 was gonna complete his first weekly but the weekly and to be completed with a partner.
One problem, Zer0 is anti-social. He is very peculiar to put a word to it. He is an extrovert but prefers to be alone, he also likes getting into online fights but would much rather solve the problems instead of being dragged into the drama. Yea weird. He also can’t spell and relies on auto-correct. But back to the memory. He found a person who was in the same cabin and was looking for a partner. Zer0 agreed to be their partner. There was one problem: they had only 2 hours until the deadline. So Zer0 and his partner went back and forth adding to the story but it kept getting more and more stressful as his partner had to go soon and Zer0 had a major writer's block and was just forcing out ideas and they weren’t the best. Both writers were running out of ideas and the story went dry. More dry than the Sahara desert. The story was about a boy and his cow but the cow had to be sold and then ended with the mother dying of starvation because she refused to eat because her son was so sad that his cow was gone. Yep dry… Zer0s writing partner had to go and told Zer0 to submit it quickly.
Zer0 did not submit it, Zer0 forgot to. (239)

Zer0 was hanging out in their cabin looking for that days daily. He needed to critique another person's writing. So he looked around in the min cabin for people needing critiquing. He found none. Well he didn’t find none but all the ones he found people already critiqued. And he didn’ want to critique things with other people critique because Zer0 has a knack for being accused of copying even if he didn’t. And the only one that didn’t have any critiques has trigger warnings for things that made Zer0 relive his trauma and he kinda didn’t want to do that so he had to keep looking. And then he found one that was perfect. Alittle to perfect. Actually no way to perfect. So he had nothing to critique in that story. So his quest to find a story worth critiquing continued and continued and continued. He looked and looked and looked some more but he found nothing. Everyone else had stolen the critique spot for the stories. Ugh, what was he gonna do?? He couldn’t just give up or critique someone elses work for the fear of being accused for something he didn’t do.
He gives up. That's what he does. (202)

Pi Day Daily! (Also I'm using my character Brooke Lynn aka Sarcasta the traceur who is also a superhero)

Sighing, Brooke turned the page of her math textbook. There she was, revising again, on the brink of falling asleep. The same numbers and formulas were all but imprinted onto the back of her brain, the repetitive appearance of symbols like a droning noise that never went away. Her desk was cluttered with sheets of paper, scrawled with rough notes. She sarcastically said to herself “Now it's time for circle formulas. HOW fun.” She turned the page when suddenly she felt the ground disappear beneath her, leaving a perfect circle hole.

Down and down she fell, in a seemingly never-ending darkness. Brooke didn't know where she was going as her unruly blonde hair was caught in the wind and went all over her face. Then suddenly, she landed. Surprisingly, she felt no pain. It may have been because of her practice from being a traceur, but she felt somewhat awed at the sensation anyway. She found herself on an immaculately smooth surface in a pale shade of ivory white. It felt cold and hard to the touch, like marble. She lifted herself up to a standing position as she observed her surroundings. The sky all around her was perfectly black. There was no way for her to see any depth to it at all, it could be a never-ending continuum, but at the same time it could be mere centimetres away from her face. As she stared off into the confusticatingly bleak blackness that rendered her black hoodie and velvet hair bow merely a dark grey, her ears picked up a noise from behind her.

She turned to see something… utterly strange but fascinating. A… creature. Or could she refer to it as that? Its head was comprised of what seemed to be a wedge from a circle, ivory white, edged with gold. The creature's torso was a cone shape, also white and edged in gold, with a pattern similar to increments on a ruler. Apart from thin, stick-like limbs, this creature seemed to have no other clearly discernible features. From the general direction of the strange creature, came a not-very-human sounding voice. “Welcome to Pi City.” Brooke may have stared at the creature for a while too long, for it dipped its head downwards in embarrassment.

The geometrically shaped being continued. “My name is Asymptote, the city centre of Pi City is just that way.” they gestured towards a series of houses that Brooke had initially failed to notice. The houses seemed to be made from mathematically perfect circles in a creamy white colour, with some metallic markings denoting measurements on every surface. Then, Asymptote noticed something. “Theorem can you come here?” Another geometrically shaped person walked out from around one of the houses. They were pushing a large wheelbarrow, piled full of white spheres to an extreme height. For some reason, Brooke had a feeling that the spheres were supposed to be melons. Theorem said “Hi my name is Theorem.” Asymptote whispered something at Theorem, and they nodded. “I was just coming back from the marketplace, I bought fifty melons. They all have the same circumference of 50 centimetres.” Brooke's eyes lit up in recognition. “You're the guy from the math question!” Theorem replied “It's me. The one and only. In this city under the black sky, we're here to make math more fun. We heard you were bored, so we decided to bring you here for a short while.” Then, Theorem left, leaving Brooke with Asymptote again.

Brooke was led through the streets of Pi City, and as she looked at the markings on the buildings, she realised that they were visual representations of formulae. She didn't mind though, visiting a foreign city was much more fun than reading through her textbook. Then, Asymptote stopped. “I'm not allowed to pass this line here.” they gestured at a line on the floor. “Just past here, go up the stairs. That is the location of The Ruler, they may be able to help solve your problems of boredom. Goodbye, I may see you again in the future.”

Nervously, Brooke walked across the golden line on the floor and up the stairs. She looked back to see Asymptote waving. Then, she continued up the stairs. She came to a large set of doors, but before she could knock, they opened of their own accord. “Enter.” A voice came from inside. Brooke cautiously stepped forwards into a large hall with white walls. In the centre of the hall, there was a kind of seat, and on the seat was The Ruler. The Ruler was actually a ruler, like the tool for measurements. Only much larger, with the same spindly limbs that Asymptote and Theorem had. The Ruler said “Brooke, come here. I know you were extremely bored, but think about math this way: solving each problem is an accomplishment. Think back to when you were younger, when you struggled to remember the multiplication table. Now, it is no problem for you anymore. It's because you overcame the obstacle and learned.” Brooke looked at The Ruler. “But how does that help?” she couldn't help but ask. The Ruler replied “Trust that you will be able to solve the problems. Finishing them is an accomplishment, and when you look back you will have learned and no longer find it difficult. Believe in yourself.” The Ruler reached out a spindly arm. “Take my hand. You will be able to finish your revision, persevere through it.” The moment their hands touched, the world around Brooke began to fade and distort.

She woke up with her head leaning against her desk, as if she had fallen asleep doing revision. Was it all just a dream? She surveyed her surroundings. There was no sign of a circular hole underneath her seat. Then she noticed something out of the corner of her eye- a small figurine of Asymptote. Deep inside her heart, she knew that she could finish her revision if she truly put effort into it.

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weekly part 5
1390 words



“You’ve been told this is a school,'' the teacher quietly whispers. “It isn’t.”
The students giggle quietly and poked each other. “Oh, really?” says a girl with glossy blonde hair and blue eyes. “What is it then, a prison?”
All the students laugh.
“Quiet!” The teacher shushes them. “Seriously. You thought those pretend letters you wrote home saying ‘I will not be back for a while, I will be at ‘War Zone’, a world of poverty’ are just funny school spirit things. They aren’t! We are at war.”
“With who?” Jay asks quietly. Jay Hartman is fourteen years old. His pronouns are he/him. Jay is logical in most situations and has small, useful talents. He feels that every action he does in school must be to set up his future, but he’s scared of failure, being left alone, and losing his loved ones.
“With what, actually. The opposing school: Purple.” The teacher replies. She then introduces herself as Mrs. Klerx, pronounced clerks. “This school is called Blue, although it seems to be Benoite Laurence Academy to anyone else.”
“Such creative names,” The blonde girl chews her gum with a smirk. “This is so cringe. Like, just teach us subjects already-” she spies the teacher’s first name on her name tag- “Polymnia.”
Mrs. Klerx grits her teeth. “I’d prefer you not call me that, Dorean.”
“Like, whatever,” Dorean pops her gum bubble. “Why are we in this library-turned-lecture -hall thing? Bookshelves without books, computers askew..”
“Look,” Mrs. Klerx snaps, “This boarding school -Blue- IS AT WAR!”
Jay flinches from her intensity.
“Everyone,” She continues. “I will not have you introduce yourselves. For one among us.. is a spy for Purple.”
There is silence. And then.. “Okay then, Polymnia,” Dorean giggles. “Hi, everyone! I’m, like, Dorean Alaiya Reed, and my parents sent me here, ‘cause, like, I was on my phone waay too much. I’m supposed to go to 8th grade this September. This month.” She looks at Jay, who is beside her. “You go next, hon.”
“I’m going to- in- 9th grade,” Jay began hesitantly. “My name is…Kaleb…Sniders.” he lied. “But you can just call me K.” Close enough to J. Jay. He turned to the next person in line for them to introduce themselves.
“Pauline Fairburn.” said the quiet, brown-haired girl.
A couple more people introduce themselves, but not many, since they remember Mrs. Klerx’s instructions to not reveal too much information for the spy. Only a few names stick in Jay’s head: Bernetta, Darell, Aaron. (They could even be fake names.)
“Now, for your studies,” Mrs. Klerx wearily hands them schedules.
A few weeks pass. Jay is known as “K” or “Kaleb” to everyone. He gets passable grades, not too high, not failing low. Some classes are normal: math, ELA, science. Some classes are strange: acrobatics instead of gym, intelligence gathering.
“Purple’s spy is still within this school, and that makes it hard to continue with Part 2 of your studies,” Mrs. Klerx tells their homeroom after a month. The walls are decorated with Hamilton posters for some reason. “So BLUE will send a squad of four to Purple. Our homeroom has been chosen to supply the spies.”
Jay is a quiet, secretive person that stays in the middle of everything. Never beginner, never expert. Always the intermediate. He nods to himself. Then he has a thought, but he keeps his head down and does not ask it.
Then Bernetta raises her hand, asking the question Jay was thinking of. “What if one of the people in the spy squad is Purple’s spy? Won’t they just return to Purple?”
“Yes, and be forced to pass information from their own team,” Mrs. Klerx agrees. “That’s a bonus.” They’ll send the most suspicious people, Jay realizes. “Now, everybody- hands in! One, two, three,-”
They all shout, “BLUE!”
“Now, I have your names in this envelope. Four names, four to go to Purple. You four will head to Purple for three weeks. When you return with adequate information, Blue can continue on with studies Part 2.” Mrs. Klerx explains.
Dorean and Pauline whisper to each other a little. Dorean giggles.
“Oh, and when you Blues return, there should only be three of you. One Purple spy should be left behind at Purple, where they belong,” Mrs. Klerx narrows her eyes.
“So what you’re saying is that you’ll send the most likely to be spies for Purple,” Dorean drawls without raising her hand.
Mrs. Klerx draws the card from the envelope without answering her. “Our first spy and Spy Squad Leader is..”
Jay knows the struggle: nobody wants to be picked to be a spy- that indicates you are suspicious, but everybody wants to lead a spy mission. Except for him. He DOES NOT want to be picked at all, even to be leader. He has to stay in the middle.
“Dorean Alaiya Reed,” Mrs. Klerx glances at her. Not a smirk, nor maliciously, but with this…look.
Dorean’s gum falls out of her mouth. Pauline instantly shifts away from her. In fact, so does everyone else around her. “What?” she gasps. “I’m not a spy, Polymnia! I swear-”
“Next,” Mrs. Klerx moves on. “Bernetta Jansingh,”
Bernetta’s eyes widen, but she sighs and accepts it, going to stand next to Dorean. “Guess we’re in the same boat, Dori.”
“Guess we are,” Dorean agrees glumly, grabbing another stick of gum.
“Third, Aaron Raptis,” Mrs. Klerx reads.
Aaron, a jock-type guy, freezes. His group of fanboys freezes.They seem unsure whether or not to leave their buff group leader. “There must be a mistake,” he says, trying to muster his “golden boy” smile.
“No, this says Aaron Raptis,” Mrs. Klerx shows him the envelope. Jay leans in to see, too, and then his face goes white. Not because Aaron’s name is on the envelope. Because his is. “Oh, yes, you’ve seen it already, Kaleb, but you’re the fourth-” He never hears the end of Mrs. Klerx’s sentence.
Everything fades to a high whine and his vision goes black at the edges. Why do they think he’s the spy? He can’t wrap his head around it. When his breathing and vision calm, the class is gone except for the Spy Squad and Mrs. Klerx.
“Pack your bags and you leave tomorrow,” she says in a clipped voice.
“I guess we’re a squad now, and one of us is using a fake identity and spying for Purple,” Bernetta sighs. She takes a stick of gum from Dorean and shoves it in her mouth, chewing ferociously.
“Honestly, why are Purple and Blue fighting again?” Aaron asks in his deep voice.
“Did you even pay attention during our lessons? It’s because Purple insulted Blue!” Dorean rolls her eyes and puts some gum in her mouth. “Want some?” she asks, holding out a wrapped stick.
“So we’re in a full-out war over that?” Aaron takes the gum and slowly unwraps it.
“Um, yeah, apparently?” Bernetta shrugs. “Let’s just go to Purple already.”
“For three weeks,” Jay says quietly.
“Gosh, Kaleb, you're as quiet as Pauly!” Bernetta uses her nickname for Pauline and Jay’s false name. Not his false PREFERRED name. K.
“I prefer “secretive”,” Jay retorts, louder. “And just call me ‘K’, please.”
“K, then,” Dorean smirks at her joke. She blows a gum bubble until it pops.
They pack, and it is the next morning. Jay stuffs all his clothes and toothbrushes into a suitcase, then rejoins his Spy Squad in the main entrance. Mrs. Klerx is there, as well as Mrs. Blue, the principal.
“Thank you all so much,” Mrs. Blue says to them, but something is wrong with her tone compared to her kind words. “All of Blue appreciates your sacrifice.” Jay understands that she knows one of them is a spy.
“I am prepared for only three of you to return,” are Mrs. Klerx’s only words.
Jay thinks he sees her eyes follow Bernetta. He hadn’t even considered who in his Squad might be the traitor. Aaron felt like a fluke, a mistake. Dorean, a name shoved in out of Mrs. Klerx’s spite. But Bernetta..
“Let’s go, friends!” Bernetta chirps, her arms around Dorean’s and Jay’s shoulders. “We don’t have all day, ya know.”
So they go to Purple.
(TO BE CONTINUED….maybe if enough people comment on my profile screaming please continue.)

Me- 305 words
Total words- 644

There was a lady,a body,and a cat.The lady was there simply to look at the body, investigating it at times, poking it with her high-heeled shoe.The cat was there to do as a cat does: nap. Specifically on the couch,by the body, happily snoozing away.
The body was there because its owner had left for somewhere else. Or, more specifically, as the lady noted, its owner had been forced out of their body. “To put it simply,” she said to the cat, “This person has been killed.”
The cat awoke,rather suddenly,but the lady was not startled.The cat stared at her,eyes now slits.The lady gives the cat a pat on the head,and he tries to scratch her.The lady sighs.”I suppose I am obligated”, she said ,with a heavy sigh,”to find out the mystery of my husband’s death.Come now,cat.Can’t risk something happening to you,lest we lose the money from the will.” The lady ,apparently having a clue of some sort,plucked something off the ground,and walked of the room,and the cat grudgingly
Then there was a sharp rap on the door. “Mrs. Theodora Ermintrude Phillipa, ma'am?” came a young man's voice. The lady quickly threw a blanket over her husband's body, then cautiously opened the door. Theodora, she thought. She had not heard her own name in a long time, and barely answered to it anymore.
The young man was a paperboy, and he stared at her with a worried expression on his face.”Mrs.Phillipa, a while ago, I heard a scream coming from the house.Is everything alright?” The lady, rather, Mrs.Philipa nodded and so did the paperboy as he moved to leave.But before he did, she asked him a question.Specifically, what time it was. `What time?` Asked the paperboy.”Around one-thirty.” It was three-thirty now,it being the time she got home from work.
He's been dead for two hours. Theodora filed the information in her head with another nod, then the paperboy left. She did not feel any sadness, just an urge to solve the mystery. Mystery solving came first. Feelings second. She had to finish solving before feeling sad.
Theodora closed the door shut, left the room, and the cat meowed.She arched her brow at the cat.”Are you hungry?”She asked the cat, which was probably quite a silly question, but she asked it anyway.The cat did not respond.Theodora shrugged, and began searching the other rooms.There were no other clues, besides the crumbled bedsheet, and messily arranged pillows.She was slightly annoyed by this, and considered just calling the police.But she decided that it would be awfully suspicious of her.
Then she heard a noise, and abruptly rushed into the other room- no, rushed was too hurried of a word. She was in one room, and in the blink of an eye, almost teleported to the next room. No hurrying or rushing involved. Just smooth, quick, moving without any flailing of limbs. Anyhow, the sound. Yes, the sound. “Oh, it's just you,” she said to the cat. “Finally hungry?”
The cat flicked it’s tail and meowed impatiently. Theodora went and got the cat’s food, and gave it more water while she was doing so.
The cat daintily slurped up the water and nibbled its food.
Theodora waited while the cat enjoyed it’s meal.Why, she wasn’t exactly sure.But when the cat was done, she snapped her fingers together, and beckoned the cat to follow her into another room.
Theodora suddenly had the idea to do a DNA test on her husband's body. Perhaps whoever had killed him might've left their fingerprints. Oh, yes. She knew she had one of those things in the attic somewhere… Theodora hurried up the old stairs, pulling open a dusty door.
Inside the attic were boxes and boxes of dust-covered junk, files and papers unmoving, as they had been for a couple decades. “Oh, I have a lot of searching to do,” murmured Theodosa worriedly.

Weekly #2 Part 3
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The story would be happening at a pretty normal place, the beach. It’s a sunny day in modern time, with only a few clouds showing in the distance. It’s about 95 degrees outside, but the ocean is cool. It’s low tide. The waves are softly hitting against the sand. However, the noise doesn’t match the calmness of the waves. There are many sounds of people screaming. Little kids, school age kids, teenagers, adults, you name it. And the seagulls, screaming and squawking into the air. There is a soft sound of the waves hitting the sand every few seconds, but you have to listen very carefully to hear it. There are some teenagers playing beach ball to the right. There’s a couple little kids building sand castles right to the left. The beach is very crowded. All the umbrellas, beach blankets, and chairs are packed very close together on the scorching hot sand. There are a bunch of tall buildings, mostly hotels, where the sand ended. They cast a shade over part of the beach, but not to where most of the people were. There are a couple broken shells scattered near the ocean, but all the good ones had already been taken. In the ocean, there are lots of people playing around. Some young adults playing with a beach ball a little deeper, some little kids scared to go in just sticking their little feet in, and some people splashing and playing right in the middle. It’s about noon, so the sun is right above, beating down on everyone. There are more people in the water than on the sand because of the heat. A few people right behind are playing very loud music. They have a big tent with a lot of people, like a party. There’s a smell of hotdogs nearby, but the smell of the ocean is stronger. The boardwalk is back behind the sand, near the hotels. The sound of people yelling from the boardwalk reaches all the way to the ocean. There are also sounds of music from arcade games. The boardwalk is crowded, there are a few smaller people squeezing in and out, trying to stay with their group. The smell of food from all the restaurants is strong too, but still not as strong as the smell of the ocean. The boardwalk also has the sound of screaming, from the roller coasters at the rides place.

Character Name: Emery Thornton
Age: 16
Species: Human

Personality and Traits (212/200 words)
Emery is just the type of person to go to college in Ireland just because she can. Impulsive, charismatic, and spontaneous, Emery loves traveling to new places and meeting new people. She is kind, but this kindness often extends more to animals than people. She doesn't let herself get attached to others too easily, as the predictability of human feelings bores her. This can cause other people to label her as cold or even introverted when she is quite the opposite. Once you get her to come out of her shell, she is loyal and will protect her friends at all costs. However, her unwavering loyalty and high energy can be a bit much for a lot of people.
Emery's favorite hobby is anything that involves animals or nature. She loves to go on hikes and nature walks, and often gets sidetracked. She has gotten lost on multiple occasions due to her preference to forge her own path, instead of taking the pre-made one. Although Emery loves to cook and bake, she is a terrible chef. She is prone to straying from the recipe and adding whatever random things she thinks of in the moment. Emery once made one successful batch of Pillsbury cookies, so she is convinced she can do anything.

Wants, Hopes, and Strengths (200/200 words)
The biggest thing on Emery's bucket list is to travel to at least ten different countries. While she does value human companionship some of the time, romance and starting a family are far from the top of her priorities. What she really wants is to get a job where she can move around the world, instead of being anchored to an office. A desk job is her worst nightmare.
Due to her go-with-the-flow attitude, Emery is good at adapting to unforeseen situations. She can fit in almost anywhere and loves to throw herself into new challenges. She plans to take a gap year after high school to spend time backpacking around Europe, but after that, she's not quite sure what she wants to do.
Another one of her strengths is her quick reflexes. While her impulsivity may hinder her in some situations, her tendency to always go with her gut usually helps with decision-making. Whether it's the right decision or not, Emery always makes up her mind.
Emery is great with animals, especially wild ones. She loves bird watching and all of nature, and can usually find her way if she gets lost, which is honestly most of the time.

Dislikes and Fears (110/100 words)
The things Emery hates most are closed spaces and high expectations. She is a free spirit and hates feeling enclosed, so being in any sort of small space without windows is her worst nightmare. Although it takes a lot to get her worked up, she does have severe anxiety. Her anxiety usually manifests itself in overthinking her decisions, typically at night when she is trying to fall asleep. She is a very light sleeper and often doesn't get more than five hours of sleep a night, on a good day. She doesn't fear not fitting in, but she is deathly afraid of losing the few people she really cares about.

Weekly #2
Part 4: Premise 196/150 words

The main charcter is off doing somthing they enjoy, when they come across something unusual. It's a small, delicate, beautiful, box. Confused, they carefully unhook the latch and open the box. The first thing they see is a peice of cloth. Carefully removing the cloth, they see before them $10,000. Shocked, they do nothing. Just stand/sit there in awe. Then they immediatly pick up the box, and yell to no one in particular, “I JUST FOUND A BUNCH OF MONEY!!!!!!” Having no idea who it belongs to, they decide to keep the money for themselves. More excited than every, they take a sip of water. But it seems they were too excited, because they just spilled a bunch of water all over half the money! “NO NO NO NO NO!” They exclaim in shock. This can't have happened. They pick up all the wet money, upset, but realize that of the $10000, only $4300 got wet. They still have $5700 left, and that's more than most people would imagine. Cheering themselves up, they tuck the rest of the money away safely and swear to themself that they'll be very carefull with it from now on.

Main Cabin Daily 3/14
Topic: Pi Day!
Word Count: 407
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I climb out of bed, it's 8 am.

My head is still full of morning fogginess, and I rub my eyes. I let out a yawn from exhaustion. My phone lets out a vibration, the mode I always turn it on to when I sleep. I grab it from my counter, as my place is quite small. I live in an apartment in new york.

I read the notification. It says: “Reminder: Pi Day!”

Oh, Pi day! With crazy studying at university, I had forgotten all about this tradition. Every year, me and my family would bake a pie, and whoever could name off the most digits would be able to eat the last slice. It usually ended up being my brother though, as he has a very good memory.

Since I no longer live with my family, every year I send them a pie related item. Then I buy a pie for myself. Ah, if only I had the time and the cooking skill to make one.

I get on a presentable outfit- a brown plaid jacket over a cream colored sweater, beige pants that look similar to jeans, and dark brown boots. I comb my hair and leave it down.

It's still quite early in the morning, so I bask in the sunlight, enjoying my walk to the shop with pie accessories.

They have a limited selection, but it's only open on 3/14, and it's very popular. I smile as I see the banner on the shop, and there are the pie items in the window display.

I open the door and take my pick. I choose a set of mini pie earrings for my mom, and a small statue of a bear eating pie for my dad.

After buying the items, it's off to the bakery. They have a 10 percent off deal for pie day, and I look at the choices, deciding on an apple mini pie. I tip them a few dollars. Shop local!

It's not even that late when I get home, so I study up, mail the pie items, and attend my classes. I vacuum the apartment, water my plants, clean the dishes, and attend to other household needs. Finally, the sun falls through my window and I prepare for dinner, a simple dumplings with dipping sauce.

Then I lay on my couch, watching netflix, and eating my pie. It's very good.

One last study session to cram in before I go to bed late.

Ahhh, pie.

Weekly #3

Part 1:
Music: The Greatest Show (421 words)
I stood in front of her door, my heart beating faster and faster every moment. I had finally been invited to a ‘cool kids’ party. I was standing and waiting in front of Lilly's door waiting for her to let me in. I highly doubt she would let me in as I wasn't the most popular person, so it would be likely if she just left me waiting. I was only here because Lilly's cousin Mirabel was good friends with me and insisted I be invited. Glad of the invitation, I hastily accepted and turned up here. I had my doubts from the start about Lilly letting me in, but waiting for her only proved it to me. Every second, my heart beat faster and I began to worry more. My parents knew I was here. If I left and went home, they would know something was up and complain. Then Lilly would think of me as the snitch and spoilsport again and get everyone in the class to ignore and hurt me. I really was in a pickle. My only hope was that someone would let me in. As the seconds turned into minutes, I continued doubting I would get let it, but with my doubt growing every second. I knew Lilly must be trying to annoy me or something, so that I ended up leaving. But, I knew that I wouldn't leave. I had been waiting for about 3 minutes, when I heard voices coming near me. Not voices from outside. Voices from inside the house! I was elated, though I tried my best not to show it. The door opened and I found myself face to face with Lilly and Mirabel. “Uh.. Hi guys!”, I cheerfully said as if I hadn't just been waiting outside for ages. “Hey! Come in!”, Mirabel responded. I saw Lilly flinch a bit at the last bit even though she tried not to show it. “Yeah…Come in”, Lilly added, not pleased to see me. I stepped through the door into the house. It felt like a whole other world. Outside there was the cool breeze, the singing of birds and the quietness. Inside, it was warm. There was the loud chatter of girls and boys talking and joking loudly. I took off my shoes and nervously stepped through the door to the living room. As soon as I entered, the room went quite. Some people looked up and glared at me with hatred, others acted neutral and the odd few smiled at me.

Pink Floyd ~ Interstellar Overdrive (479 words)
I stared by as the soldiers lining our streets began to move forwards. It was Independence Day today, and in honor of that we were having a parade. Personally, the loud noises were unnecessary. The streets were lined with soldiers banging their drums. Some soldiers stood in their army uniform looking as if they were ready to fight. Others looked like they were rich and noble lords in their fancy attire. They wore blue suits flecked with red and white accessories. And of course, the badges. Each of the soldiers wore at least three badges on their suit jacket. It was all too formal for me. In the center walked the soldiers in their fancy clothes. On the outside, were the soldiers in their army attire. However, every ten minutes they changed places so that the soldiers in the army clothes would be on the inside and the soldiers in the smart uniform were on the outside. At the front and back of the parade were soldiers in suite riding horses. The horses were lavishly dressed up in a fancy saddle, expensive looking reins and harnesses. Walking alongside the horses were more men dressed in suits playing trumpets and drums. The sound of the loud drums echoed all through the city as the parade continued. They would all walk to the town square where there would be food, drinks, games and more music. The women and children would perform a traditional dance. As the soldiers made their way to the town's square, we walked alongside them on the pavement. The roads had been closed the day before so the people could celebrate without worrying that a car will hit them. The roads had also been closed that the soldiers could walk on the road and we on the pavement so it wouldn't get too crowded. The walk down to the town square took about 40 minutes but most people didn't walk in the parade, but met the soldiers at the town square, or they dropped out early or only started late. I walked along the pavement, the sound of the drums pounding in my ears. Thank goodness that at the end they wouldn't play loud drum music. After a fourth minute walk, we had finally arrived at the town square. There were programms project onto the building and a few copies lying around so everyone could see the schedule for today. It was eleven am now, so a traditional dance would be performed by the women who worked in the town. I was glad of this dance, as it would be the only thing preformed now so there would be any drum music as the style of music the needed was softer and calmer. Everyone took their seats on the chairs which were at the stage and on the cushions and blankets which were spread out on the floor.

Part 2:
Inspo: London Train Station (740 words)

She grimly stared down at this bit of paper with coloured squiggles drawn across it and text next to the lines. And this thing was called a tube map!? She had no idea how Londoners managed to get around the city with this lousy bit of paper. She had entered Kings Cross & St.Pancras International station after arriving from the continent. She had felt very smart at the beginning when trying to get to Sloane Square. She had picked up a tube map and studied it very professionally in the hope that she would look like an expert. But not for long. After a good five minutes of studying the map, she had no idea how to get to Sloane Square. She decided to ask someone. Boldly, she walked up to a man working at the station and asked him. “Excuse me. I was wondering how to get to Sloane Square from here.”she politely asked. “ Ah. Take the southbound Victoria line to Victoria. From there, change into either the eastbound Circle line or Eastbound District line and ride one stop to Sloane Square'', the man told her. As confused as before, she thanked the man and followed the signs to the victoria line. She didn't want to continue standing there and look like someone who doesn't understand anything. She tried to remember what the man told her. Southbound Victoria? She decided to take the victoria line southbound and in the time, consult her map. She managed to make it to the platform. Down there it was another scene all together. The ticket hall was full of people talking. The platform was like a market with all the market vendors advertising their stuff. There were announcements every five seconds. From ”This is ", to This is a train to “ and ”The next station is . Change here for the “ were said on the train. On the platform, there were announcements of ”You must wear a face covering over your nose and mouth at all times when using any TfL services and stations. Some exemptions apply, please be considerate and remember that exemptions may not always be visible or obvious“, to ”Please let customers off the train first please“, at crowded stations. And everyone's favourite: ”Please mind the gap between the trains and the platform". They were two different worlds. As she waited at the platform, she was told about five times to stand behind the yellow line. She got on and found herself face to face with a pile of people. She didn't think the Victoria line was going to be this full. But the doors were closing so she stayed in and tried to make herself as comfortable as possible. Now, she thought. Where do I get off so I can get to Sloane Square. She decided to give the sheet of paper another chance. Holding it between her hands, she found Kings Cross & St.Pancras International. She then found Sloane Square on the map. Now that she knew to take the Victoria line to the south, she started understanding how to use the map. ‘I get it!’, she exclaimed, but maybe a bit too loudly. The coloured lines were different tube lines for which there was a key at the side. When two or more lines intersected eachother and there was a which circle over the intersection, you could change into the other line there. Finally understanding it, she figured out how she would get to Sloane Square. She would have to change Stube lines. The lines which ran to Sloane Square were the Circle and District lines. And the place where they intersected with the Victoria line was at Victoria Station. Proud of herself, she continued her journey. She took the train to Victoria and got off there safely. However, she got lost in the station, so she had to ask someone where to go. After they pointed her into the right direction, she was off! She waited for the train and in the time, checked multiple times if she was on the platform going in the right direction. She was and stood there waiting for the train like everyone else. After a few minutes wait she got on and road all the way to Sloane Square. She got off and was really proud of herself. A newcomer in London managed to find their way to a station using a tube map.

Part 3:
Continued part 1 piece 1
Theme: good VS evil
(1152 words)
I nervously stepped further into the room, aware that I wasn't the most popular person in here. In fact, it was probably and obviously Lilly. She was like the top predator in a food chain. Everyone tried to be like her. Everyone tried to be friends with her. And there were three different outcomes. Either she would just rudely push you away and then get her minions to tease you. Or, she would accept you as a friend for a while, turn you into one of her minions and then get rid of you after a while. And the final likely option was she would make you part of her minions and keep you as that. Her minions were basically people who attempted to be like her and who looked up at her. They would do anything for her, but they wouldn't mean anything for her. They would just be more people who she could use to bully people or more people to directly bully. And there is the fourth option. An option which far less than one percent of people who were her minions become. It was being close friends with her. She didn't let anyone become close friends with her easily. They had to do a lot of things for her. And now you wonder why she invited all those people to a party? Well, the answer is simple. She would invite them so either people who are already her minions stick around and stay. Or people who aren't already her minions to know how cool she is and follow her.
I nervously stood waiting until the people would start talking again so I could slip into the corner of the room. To my utter relief they got bored of looking at me after a few minutes and decided to commence talking. I slowly looked around so I didn't look like I was waiting for them to do something for me. Which I actually was. I was waiting for them to become fully engaged in their conversations again so they wouldn't notice when I slipped by. After a few minutes, they did decide to continue speaking. Mirabel was still standing next to me impatiently waiting if I was going to move or not. Lilly, the not caring about people who aren't meant to be here or aren't my minions, had already walked into the room and made herself comfortable with some people. When other people arrived, she would show them into the room and tell everyone who they were. But for me she just left me at the door. Left me and expected me to get along alone. Seeing Mirabel about to yell at me for taking so long, I slipped through the room and made my way to the far corner trying not to be noticed. I think people probably did see me but they didn't really care. I didn’t dare loom over my shoulder to see if Mirabel was following until I got to the corner. To my utter surprise she wasn’t. I had always thought of her as a loyal and faithful friend, but maybe she wasn’t that friendly after all. I sat down and gave that matter some thought. After a while, Mirabel had not come back. I ended up concluding that she must probably be fed up with spending time with me, as an unspoken rule stated that if you spent time with the ‘not cool kids’ (aka me), you couldn’t hang out with the ‘cool kids’. It hurt that Mirabel left me here. Here of all places. She knew i didn't have friends here. But I could kind of understand it. She had popular friends here. She probably wanted to spend time with them for once in her life. She already spent so much time with me at school. I looked around to see if Mirabel was still in the room, but she wasn’t. Lilly wasn’t in the room either even though she was hosting the party. I assumed Lilly was probably talking to Mirabel. Talking about me. Why I shouldn’t be here. I sat in the corner trying to make myself as small as possible and trying not to cry. I felt like screaming. Yelling. Telling everyone how rude Lilly was to me. Lilly and I were friends for the first day in Middle School, but she dumped me on day two and started gathering her minions together. I was really slow at taking the hint at that time. And when I say really slow, I mean super slow. I never took the hint unless someone told me. Being the dumb person I was, I didnt realise Lilly wanted to get rid of me. I just continued hanging out with her until that day. The day where she bullied me. She had gotten her minions together and when I was at my locker in the morning, she ‘accidentally’ rammed into me and started bullying me. Ever since that day, she’s been bullying me on a daily basis. Sometimes subtle, sometimes full out. Mirabels tried talking to her, but Lillys as stubborn as a mule. She won’t give in. As I was recalling those thoughts, I realised something suspicious. Why would Lilly have let Mirabel invite me though? No matter how much Mirabel would’ve bugged her, she wouldn’t have given in. And she wasn’t surprised when she saw me at the door. What if she was planning something? I sat up in alarm, but it was too late. I had realised this trap to late. ‘Hello. I hope you’re enjoying yourself’, Lilly said in a voice intending to tease me. ‘Come with me.’ I opened my mouth to protest, but the cunning Lilly saw what I was doing. ‘And no. Don’t try to protest or I’ll publicly humiliate you. You’ll be best off cooperating’ Fuming with rage, I followed. I didn’t want to be publically humiliated. We crossed through the room. Lilly was smirking intensely. Even though I kept my head up to make it seem like I didn't care and I tried to not look at anyone, I could help but see the giggles of people enjoying my plight as I walked by. We left the room and I followed Lilly to her bedroom. Very reluctantly I entered and she locked the door. I stayed by the door, not wanting Lilly to seal of my only possible exit route - even if it was a locked door. “Now. You may be wondering where your ‘faithful’ friend Mirabel is. You needn't worry. Shes been taken care of”, Lilly told me with a giggle. ‘Taken care of! What did she mean?!’, I though in panic. The worst possible options raced through my head. She stayed quiet for a few seconds to let her words sink in. “And now”, she said with a laugh while rubbing her hands together, “I can do what I want with you!”

Daily for Pi Day!
Word count: 314

Pi day is one of the best days of the whole year (at least in my opinion)! Honestly, it’s the only time of the year when I’m allowed to eat bucket-loads of apple pie, my favourite. You may be wondering what Pi Day actually is.. It seems kind of weird to have a day all about a single constant, right? Well, pi day is an annual celebration held every year on March 14 to celebrate the math symbol, pi(π). It is celebrated on this day because when written, it forms: 3/14, the first three digits of pi - which is super cool!

This holiday was founded by a physicist, Larry Shaw (also known as the “Prince of Pi”), an employee of Exploratorium during the year of 1988. During an off-site retreat, he and his colleagues were discussing the mysteries of mathematical constants, which is when he came up with the crazy idea for Pi Day! Mini-celebrations were held where individuals ate pie (fruit and pizza as well), participated in parades, and even sang happy birthday to Albert Einstein (which I don’t really understand the purpose of).

When you think about it, Pi Day is such a fun celebration that I would definitely recommend you to take part in it. Anyways, enough chatting, I hear my mom calling me - I wonder what it’s about.
“Selma, I just came back from the store. Would you like to start making some apple pie for Pi Day?” she asked me, already knowing what my response would be. I know she enjoys seeing my ecstatic, so I have to say yes - it’s not like I wasn’t going to though.
“Sure mom. That sounds great!” I replied. “I’ve been scavenging the web for a couple of days, and found a pretty cool recipe, could we try that one instead?” I pleaded while using my puppy eyes to persuade her.

Ding dong! Ding dong!
Bells ring all across the city. It's Pi Day! Everyone starts heading to the Pi Forest - some hop into their cars, some run, some even hang-glide! A crowd forms outside the forest.
Every year, the citizens of Pi City go to harvest the pies off the trees of Pi Forest on the 415th day of the 31st month. There are apple pies, meringue pies, and even carrot pies! Once everyone has taken the pies they want, they leave the forest in crowds and head to the Pi Halls.
These dining halls are used just once a year, for Pi Day. There are long, wooden tables and benches that everyone sits along as they eat their pies. From outside, you can hear a commotion. People call out requests for types of pie: “Does anyone have a pecan pie?” “Key lime, anyone?” Every now and then, one of the pie dishes clatters to the ground and everyone in the area covers their ears.
When all the pie has been eaten and the Pi Halls have been cleaned up - everyone helps with that - the people of Pi City go back home. There will be a news broadcast about Pi Day that afternoon, and no one wants to miss it.
They wash any pie crumbs off their faces in the hour they have before the broadcast. Then, they park themselves in front of their television screens and wait.
Everyone knows exactly what the broadcast will be. Each year, the mayor tells the story of how the number pi was discovered, and then used by scientists to grow the Pi Forest. They say that they discovered it themself, after many years of attempting to find a ratio that represented circles. Everyone knows this isn't true, but they like the story, so they don't object!
All of Pi City takes a nap after the long day.