Spader And I Were Nearly Killed. Three

The Two Circled Around The Back Of The House, Making Sure That Nobody Saw Them. Once Inside, They Found Patrick Right Where They Had Left Him, Sitting In Front Of Mark's Computer. The Only Difference Was That He Was Surrounded By Bags Of Doritos And Cans Of Mountain Dew. He Looked Up At Them With Wild Eyes. You Okay?" Courtney Asked. I'm Fantastic!" Patrick Exclaimed. "this Sugary Drink Is Incredible!" Swell," Courtney Remarked Sarcastically. "he's Wired On Dew.

I Met Pendragon When I Made The Journey To The Far Desert. He Is From The Tribe Known As...as..." Loor Was Scrambling. Bokka Didn't Know About The Travelers. I Had To Bail Her Out. Yankees," I Said. "the Yankees Tribe." Hey, What Can I Say? It Was The First Thing That Came To Mind. "it's A Strong Tribe," I Added. "respected By All...except For Our Mortal Enemies, The Sox Tribe. They Hate Us. Especially The Red Ones. Cannibals. Nasty Characters.

There Will Be No More Protests. No More Dissension. No More Violence. There Will Be Only One Voice. The Voice Of Ravinia. The Voice Of Halla. Your Voice." "there Goes Freedom Of Speech," I Said.

In My Few Short Years I Learned That Seeing What's Positive About A Situation Is A Lot More Fun And Gets You A Lot Further Than Looking For What Might Be Wrong With It.

There Are No Simple Answers In Life. There Is A Good And Bad In Everyone And Everything. No Decision Is Made Without Consequence. No Road Is Taken That Doesn't Lead To Another. What's Important Is That Those Roads Always Be Kept Open, For There's No Telling What Wonder They Might Lead To.