Once upon a time there was a 12-year-old girl and her name was Rachel. She loved to play soccer and get injured. One day her mom told her that she needed to join track and field so she did. She did not want to join track.Then she met a friend named Kate. Kate told Rachel it will not be that bad. Then 3 months passed by and she LOVED it. Rachel had her first track and field meet and she did great she got into sectionals. Then over the weekends Rachel was playing kickball with her friends and one of her friends kicked her in the knee. She got very injured. When she went to the doctor the doctor told her that she could not participate in sectionals because she dislocated her knee. Rachel was very upset and she was excited to go to sectionals her, but unfortunately she couldn’t because she injured her knee. Even through all this she kept on trying and eventually reached her goal.
“If we’re going down, we’ll go down fighting,”George commanded the others. They all nodded in agreement and charged as one. The man’s robes were set on fire by Connor. Jackson used some of the water he stored up and blasted the nearest skeleton into the lava where it slowly burned. Luke slashed down monsters left and right and then threw their bones into the fire. Phoebe slipped a knife out of her utility belt and stabbed one of the skeletons; however, it did no damage.
James Ryden stopped typing his new story, Cursed Orb as he tried to think of what else to add to the already great book. He went to his kitchen to make a coffee. He quickly fired up his coffee machine. He went to grab the cup from under the machine while pondering what to write. Immersed in his thoughts, he held the scalding drink without a covering and soon discovered that wasn’t the best of ideas. The cup clattered out of his hand and back onto the table, emptying it’s contents over the smooth surface. James let out a string of curses and went to clean it up.
As he was doing so, he heard a voice coming from the other room. He halted his cleaning to investigate the noise. He cautiously shuffled across the room. Along the way, he picked up a cup made of china and readied himself to throw it if there was anyone there. As he got closer to the room, the voices, no, the voice, got louder. He had reached the door and in one smooth motion opened it all the way to examine the entire room. When he entered the room, he realized that the voice was coming from the computer.
“ Enter,” the voice scratched out, “ Join the world that you have made.”
“ Who are you?” he inquired.
“Not who, what,” it stated, “ You should know what I am. You did create me after all.”
“Are you… my story?” he asked.
“Why of course I am. I’m shocked you even had to ask,” it laughed.
“ But… how is this possible. You’re not real!” James cried out.
“ Oh, but I am. Now, enter!” it shouted.
James suddenly felt a sudden pull on his body as he made his way toward the computer. He struggled and twisted, desperate to find a way out of the hold that the maniacal story had on him. But no matter what he tried, he couldn’t get the invisible bond to release him. Slowly but surely, he made his way until he was mere inches from the computer. His hand reached out from his body and pressed its palm against the screen. For a moment, James thought that nothing had happened, but the next thing he knew, he was being twisted and squished into a multitude of shapes that he couldn’t understand. Then there was only black.
He slowly opened his eyes and wished that the events leading to this were a mere dream. But as his eyes grasped the reality of the situation he was in, he realized that he was far from home, in a prison made by his own book.
“Oh, hello mister! Glad to know that you’re awake! My daddy is making breakfast right now!” I smiled. “Ah, thank you, I’ll be there in a moment.” Once I made my way towards the interior, I came upon the person who had guided me out of the barren wasteland.
“Ah, hey there mate! It’s ‘bout time that you got up! Everybody else had already gone out, I just decided to wait for you. I’m cooking some eggs for you, is that okay?” I couldn’t feel any more delighted.
“Yes of course. Again, I must thank you for your ever most appreciated hospitality; it’s been a very long time since someone as kind as you came upon my path.”
He grinned while a sharp glint shined upon his teeth. “Ah, don’t sweat it mate. Every traveler is welcome to our humble village.” I went to a nearby ceramic table and situated myself on a leather chair.
The metal from my armor had clinked together as I sat, giving an assortment of screeching sounds to my disposal. I remembered that I had abandoned my lance a long time ago, it was simply too much of a burden to carry along with me. Once I relaxed myself to utter comfort, I waited patiently for my breakfast. I felt like I was a child again. Waiting for delectable food while recklessly thrashing around the house, it sure brought back memories. After a couple of minutes, a marble plate was displayed in front of me with a variety of delicacies and scrambled eggs.
Slobber uncontrollably drizzled down the edges of my lips. I immediately started to wolf down the meal until there wasn’t a speck left. If I wasn’t mentally and physically obliterated, I might’ve critiqued it a bit, but at the time, it was the best meal in every conceivable way.
“That was truly delicious, I thank you from the bottom of my soul.” He snorted and chortled to himself at the same time. “My cooking isn’t that exceptional.” I grabbed my belongings to head out the village to continue my journey. “Alright, I’ll be heading out now, you have my blessing.” When I headed out the door, the stranger shouted behind himself. “You sure mate? You can stay here more if you like- that is, if you’re not in a rush.”
“Really? That would be wonderful- thank you.” Once I went out, the scenery was breathtaking. Clay houses of straw and stone fit in perfectly with the environment as debris and dust brushed every solid object. Kids ran around tirelessly with an endless supply of energy, a fountain of gleaming water sprayed tiny droplets which clinged to the pebbles in the air, and domesticated cows patrolled the streets.
Just when I thought the world couldn’t be any more compassionate, someone had appeared behind me; waiting. When I had noticed their presence, a question emerged from their mouth.
“Excuse me sir, would you perhaps consider referring to yourself as a knight?” He looked like a small child, but his voice interrupted the illusion with a deep, middle-aged man sound. It was so abrupt that I couldn’t think about what I was going to say, intuition took over.
He seemed intrigued, a look of suspicion mixed with incredulity was plastered across his face. “Have you ever heard the name Kazimir?” I gulped. I realized the situation I brought upon myself. “No, I’m afraid I’ve never heard of such a name.”
The interviewer squinted his eyes, he knew that I was hiding something. “Okay then, sorry for using your time sir…”
I tried to act naive and clueless. “It’s completely fine, I hope you find this individual you were mentioning…”
His face gradually turned into an opaque shade of pink, the center of his cheeks were the reddest part of his entire face. He turned away, sweeping dust from his outfit. I headed the other direction, trying to separate the strands of my hair that got stuck together by a sticky substance. As I checked out more of the village, I felt increasingly cozy in my surroundings. It reminded me of a word that had faded out from my mind, never to be mentioned again for all of eternity; home. People of all ages and appearances went past my way. A young couple enjoying a pleasant stroll across broken rocks, a senior walking with her son to a nearby restaurant, a gang of rowdy teenagers eager to engage in any activity; this place was bursting with life. Such sights replenished my soul, made me remember that I was still alive. In a foul and sinister desert, it seemed as if this village changed all of that, it brought out its own world with its own set of values.
I was feeling exuberant at the time, but it wouldn’t be long before conflict would cross paths with my fate once again. A small child ran past me in the opposite direction I was heading; he was carrying a worried expression. I decided to find out what was happening to him, so I turned around and began my walk slowly. But, it wouldn’t be long before I reached what he was worried about. A caravan of lowly bandits had been holding either his friend or his brother hostage. I could hear shouts in the distance. “Give us the money, and there will be no issues.” A large nomad-like brute had been holding a child as if he was a stuffed toy. “I’ll tell you again, give us the MONEY.” Some worried parents had been weeping together while begging for mercy.
I wanted to turn away, say it wasn’t my problem. However, just as I dragged myself around, something tugged at me to go. It had told me that if I wanted to become a hero, this would be the chance to redeem myself. I sighed and agreed. I focused on the attackers, one brute and three minions. I concentrated, determined to save the innocent civilians. I pulled out a broadsword from my holster. Sneaking up closer and closer, I eventually came up to the point where I was right next to them. They noticed my arrival.
“Who dares sneak up on us?” The brute faced me, a gaping scar had streaked his appearance. He swung a massive club, which I managed to duck under. I lunged at him with all my might with the broadsword at the right side of my waist. It pierced his armor and went deep into his flesh. He yelped in pain as he alerted his minions. I made quick work of each one, kicking and punching every part of the body I could come into contact with. At the end, not a single dent even went into my armor, I was unscathed. Still writhing in agony, the head bandit managed to make out a couple of words from his mouth. “Impressive. Never before have I considered that a small worm would be able to hurt me.” He coughed up blood, the acrid liquid spilled across the brick tiles, leaving black stains.
“I don’t know where you come from traveler, but I’m going to teach some manners into you.” While he was speaking, he readied his arm to launch another attack. I prepared myself.
Suddenly, a grin spread across his face. I hesitated, irritated by this abrupt gesture. The bandit then proceeded to take a small bottle out of one of his multiple pockets. Before I knew it, he began to pour the contents onto his club, drenching it until completely soaked. I had no idea what the substance was, but I knew it had to be potentially dangerous. He placed the massive club from his hand and gripped it with his teeth. I had no idea what was to come, a sharp sense of fear and anxiousness shriveled up my back. The bandit took a small little rock, black to the brim. Then, he took a shiny object, appearing to be some sort of metal.
I had no idea what it was at the time until I began to examine what the liquid was. It was a putrid, tan-yellow color. A chill went up to my head. Oh no. It was lighter liquid, a common substance used to make fires. Even before I saw him light it up, I already saw a scorching blaze in his eyes. He laughed endlessly. He took the metal part and struck it against the flint with all his strength. Veins popped out from his arms while multiple sparks flew in every direction. Unfortunately, some landed onto the club. Instantly, the club was set ablaze. The minions were more motivated when they saw the newly acquired weapon.
“Oh now you’re going to get it little shrimp!” One of them said.
“No one’s gonna save you now! Say ya prayers!” Another one exclaimed.
A vast adrenaline rush came into my body. I was trembling. Whether or not I would possibly perish, it didn’t matter, I was thankful for one last time to pay for my wrongdoings. The world went silent. The only sound that was present was a piercing, loud, blaring noise that covered up everything. The thief began to charge at me. My body quickly started moving on its own, by instinct. I remembered to keep my distance between myself and the opponent. If I slipped up, this would be a very short story. I kept my broadsword to my waist, ready to strike at any moment. Once he got close enough, I shifted to the side and swung at his hips. I shattered his armor, but his actual body was unaffected. What soon came was a heavy vertical swing, directly aimed at my lower body. I dodged. I proceeded to then hack and slash at his armor repeatedly until only shards remained on his body. I coughed in exhaustion. However, the thief was furious, it seemed as if the fire began to roar in anger and hatred. It appeared white. He swung at my side. Unfortunately, I was too tired to fully evade the attack. The club going through my shoulder plate and scalding my arm a bit.
I was surprised, but the pain was somewhat manageable. After all, I had to deal with everything I knew burning right in front of me, so I was resistant at this point. In fact, to try and suppress the pain, I started laughing while I patted the area. The thief took notice of this.
“What’s wrong with you? Are you laughing because you know you’re going to get pummeled into the ground?” He chuckled at his own joke. I chuckled myself, but not because of what he said.
“No, I’m just laughing because you think a puny little fire will stop me.” His face became more and more pleased.
Eventually, he started cackling like a madman. “Hahaha! You think that I can’t stop you? This fire I’m holding will melt you like ice if I touch you!”
I placed myself into a fighting position. He came closer and closer. All of a sudden, I stopped breathing. I made myself completely silent. And as the brute and his little followers came nearer by the second, snickering to themselves, I couldn’t help but feel bad for them. I plunged at the bandit within a second, my arm using every fiber that was in it to push through the body. It was like slashing a knife through a thick piece of meat. My sword came out the other side, slicing a portion of his abdomen.
My sword was swung high in the air. The brute fell to the ground without any complications. What I didn’t realize was that there was a crowd forming around the battle, and, when I made the bandit fall to the ground, the crowd cheered and cheered. Some mothers even began thanking me while holding their young ones.
The minions were startled, but still determined. One by one, I evaded their attacks and pierced them with my trusty weapon. When the job was done, I slid my sword into its holster, as if ending the battle entirely. The moment it slipped in, my hearing kicked in again. Cheers and screams were exchanged among the citizens. Then, the person who had guided me to the village stepped up to me. I had no idea that he had been watching me.
“Wow, you sure taught these thugs what you’re made of didn’t you mate? Didn’t expect you to cause a ruckus here in this village, but I’m glad you took care of them. Those were part of the Blazing Dragon Gang, a notorious group known for terrorizing these parts. Thanks mate.”
“No problem, I’m just pleased that I could help,” I responded. Gradually, as the crowd subsided, a familiar figure stood boldly. The interviewer from earlier. As I stepped towards him, he looked not happy with me whatsoever. He knew. “Well if isn’t the hero of the day. I’m happy to meet you, Kazimir.”
“What do you want with me?” I said.
His cheeks puffed up once more. “I’m going to need you to be relocated to a local prison, of course.”
I gulped. “Why should I go?”
The little man cleared his throat. “Attention everyone! Your local hero is actually a falsely accused man of justice! This is the criminal, Kazimir!”
Some people put their hand on their mouths and gasped.
“He has committed the sin of murdering all the innocent people of his local village!”
No, I thought to myself. This can’t be happening again. Multiple strong looking men appeared from the crowd. Several of them looked like fathers, willing to do anything to protect their family and home. I couldn’t blame them.
As they started coming closer, I began to protest. “No, you’ve got this all wrong! I never meant to do such a thing!” I couldn’t fight them, I wouldn’t make the same mistake twice. Even the man who I considered my friend and gave me everything I could wish for at the time looked disappointed, even angry. Perhaps he felt ashamed he helped such a infamous wrongdoer. Eventually, a person shouted from the crowd.
“GET ‘IM!” I began running once more. Running from my mistakes, running from the crowd, and running from my dignity.
Every day from Monday through Thursday for about one hour there is track and field. Track and field isn’t just one sport. It made up of two different categories, Track and Field. For the track part some events or activities that people do is 100 meter, hurdles, a mile, 400 meter, and relay. Then for the field part the people also do high jump, long jump, discus, and shot put. We interviewed Mr.Steffens on why he liked track and field, and he said that he liked to watch the kids participate, and have fun. Track and field is a good sport, because no one can get cut from the sport. No one needs to do every event, and there are so many events to participate in. When we went outside to watch the actual practice, all the kids seemed to be laughing and enjoying their time. There are many kids in the team, and every single one if then try hard on everything. They have a meet around once or twice a week. Track and Field is an amazing sport to watch and play.
Many people do band or orchestra. They are very popular and many people enjoy it. And some of those talented musicians are right here in our school. When you read this article, whether you are sitting in a noisy cafeteria or in a classroom where you are supposedly “paying attention”, take a glance around you. Get a good look. What if I told you more than fifty percent of the world played a musical instrument? Did you see it? Look again. See that person tapping their feet on the floor? Maybe they play percussion. What about that person fidgeting with their fingers? Perhaps they play piano. I’m pretty sure that you have heard of orchestra and band even if you have been in this school for only a few days. It’s pretty popular but there are some things even we, people of orchestra and band, have learned from asking the teachers/conductors of orchestra and band. These 2 teams of instruments are both a part of the fine arts one with percussion and wind instruments and the other purely strings. The band instruments sections consists of many different unique instruments.
We interviewed many students and both directors. Many students, such as Ella G. and Pranav H., play percussion. Others, like Abby M., play woodwind instruments. Then there are those students that played stringed instruments. Those are all the instruments in our orchestra, along with the piano. Seven of the students we asked informed us of playing a stringed instrument, and five of them are currently in the orchestra. Everyone we interviewed were inspired by many different reasons. Margaret, Erin, Killian, and Rahul all mentioned that their friends and/or family inspired them to join. Many students take lessons outside of school, while others don’t. We also asked how the students felt about their conductors. All of the students believe the directors are kind and caring. One refers to Ms. Buffa as “bubbly”, or cheerful, and “compassionate”, while another refers to Mr. Owens as “lighthearted” and “humorous”. One states,
“How Mr. Owens can get 60 kids to make beautiful music is astonishing to me. Mr. Owens is great because he is super funny and nice. He is also a good conductor because he doesn’t pick favorites and also doesn’t care if you know everything anyone could ever know about music. Mr. Owens is also very nice if you make a mistake. He does an amazing job making sure that there is an amazing learning environment. This is awesome because then you can feel comfortable if you make a mistake because no one will blame you.”
We also asked the teachers questions about their experiences. Both of them love to work with their students and to work with music (obviously). They believe that students from all grade levels can join band or orchestra, whether it’s pre school and nobody has started playing an instrument yet, or 10th grade where many people have already started or mastered playing an instrument. Before Mr. Owens leaves he wants to give one more piece of advice to his students and anyone who would like to join band,
“Practice makes all the difference and progress is sometimes slower than we want so go home and practice some more.” Many students have become close to Mr. Owens and will be sad to see him go. Mr. Owens, if you are reading this, know that you will be missed and that you have made a great impact in the lives of many future musicians.
Hello readers out there reading this article, sorry for not having an article last month. It happened due to technical issues. So here is another black holes article. Happy reading!
So let’s talk about Fusion. It happens almost everywhere. In the core of the sun, and between black holes. It takes black holes with immense power and energy to shake the universe with gravitational waves. As stated from Vox.com “Star S2 is around 15 times as massive as our sun. That’s big. But it’s nothing compared with the supermassive black hole at the center of the Milky Way, Sagittarius A, which is estimated to be some 4 million times more massive than our sun. The gravity it produces whips S2’s orbit to around 11 million miles per hour, which is about 200 times the speed the Earth orbits around the sun. S2 completes one orbit around the galaxy in around 16 Earth years. Recently, astronomers witnessed S2 passing by Sagittarius A* at a speed greater than its usual 15.5 million miles per hour. That’s more than 4,300 miles every second, or nearly 3 percent of the speed of light. This proved a good opportunity for scientists to test Einstein’s theory of gravity that claimed that light will stretch (red shift) when close to areas of high gravity, and it did!
Science has also found the effects of two black holes colliding. Yes, such an event is possible. Two colliding black holes send ripples through the space-time fabric of the Universe in the form of gravitational waves. It is possible for two black holes to collide. Once they come so close that they cannot escape each other’s gravity, they will merge to become one bigger black hole. Such an event would be extremely violent. Even when simulating this event on powerful computers, we cannot fully understand it. However, we do know that a black hole merger would produce tremendous energy and send massive ripples through the space-time fabric of the Universe. Nobody has witnessed a collision of black holes yet. However, there are many black holes in the Universe and it is not impossible to assume that they might collide. In fact, we know of galaxies in which two supermassive black holes move dangerously close to each other. Computer simulated models predict that these black holes will spiral toward each other until they eventually collide.The YouTube link for the sound of 2 black holes fusing together is here: https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=QyDcTbR-kEA .
By the way, there was a new image posted by NASA of as real life black hole, not one of those cool looking fake clip art pictures that you find out on the internet, here is a real black hole image posted by NASA next to a deblurred image yet the deblurring does nothing.This is obviously not a perfectly accurate result, it is an approximation, but it seems to be a pretty good approximation. In fact, you can even see what appears to be gravitational lensing happening at the edges a lot more clearly now. Ignore the green boundary on the outer edges, that is simply banding being interpreted as light by the algo. The doughnut-shaped ring is ever clearer and the portions facing us, even brighter. Basically it is in line with Einstein’s Theory of general relativity (determined that the laws of physics are the same for all non-accelerating observers).