I am writing this book in the style of James Patterson's Maximum Ride series, since I enjoyed it so much. Here we go:
WORLD WAR III
Soon to be a minor motion picture!!!!
Prologue
8 months ago, Rob and
Cindy Parkson went on a camping trip with Terry and Wendy Jeppreson and never
came back. They left behind their children, Jeff and Mark Parkson and Cobi
and Jack Jeppreson. Several days later, all the kids met. The Parkson kids
changed their names: Jeff became Max, and Mark became Fang. They all got rid of their
last names, so you reader, can forget all about those…
Chapter 1
Max, Cobi, Fang, and
Jack were practicing sword fighting in front of their house. They didn’t have
real swords, just sticks, and Max had a wooden dagger, but they weren’t
playing. They were twirling and thrusting, stabbing and slicing, and parrying
and blocking. If there was someone watching them, they would have noticed that
they were as good as the pros. All of the kids were strangely stronger than
grown adults and were all good at different things. Max, the oldest at fourteen,
was really extra good at fighting and was the leader. Fang, at twelve, was good
at making things like their treefort/house and fixing their weapons. Cobi, at
eleven, could climb almost anything. And Jack, at nine, can talk to and sense
animals when they were near. The four kids were practicing in case, living in
the woods; they met a bear or something like that. Jack suddenly tensed and stopped
fighting. “What?” I said. (Hi. “I” is me, Max. I wrote this book. And just
clear up, I am a Boy. Not a girl. We’re all boys. Stop asking so many questions
and just read.) “There are some cows stampeding our way.” Jack said, “That
would be cattle, Jack.” I said. Oh Great. A stampede. Just what we need.
“FIGHT POSITION!!” I yelled, and we ran to our positions. Me in front, Fang in
back, and Cobi and Jack to my left and right, hiding behind trees for the
element of surprise. After several minutes of fighting, all the cattle had been
scared away. We didn’t kill them; we don’t ever kill unless we have to, for
food, shelter, yada yada yada. The ground shook. “I think I know what caused
the stampede, guys.” I said, pointing to the forest, “is that a bear?” Cobi
asked, “that’s way to big to big to be a bear.” I said as a thirty
foot(ish) Bigfoot-like monster came crashing out of the woods. “ATTACK!!!” I
cried, and we all ran towards two different legs that looked strangely like
trees. After several different tactics, I, being in extreme pain from being
thrown five feet through the air, screamed “FANG! GET TO THE CROWS NEST AND
SHOOT IT IN THE EYE OR SOMETHING!!!” he did as I said and shot it in the eye.
It fell with a crash, throwing all of us but fang flying though the air. we all
walked cautiously towards it. “What is it?” asked fang, “I think it’s a
Sasquatch.” I said. “I never believed in Sasquatches until now.” Said Jack, “me
neither” I said. We walked around it several times looking for clues. After
several rounds, I saw a huge piece of paper curled up in is big fist. “Look at
this!” I said, and with some difficulty pulled it out without ripping it. And I
read it out: “If you are reading this, your ancestors are roman gladiators -
and roman gods.”
well, thats all for now,
Bye!
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