Sunday, June 30, 2013

Sunday Serial~The Kuehl Kids Part 15

Electra didn't know what to think.

She felt achy all over, and her throat was sore.  She moved to the left, and found herself captured by sheets.  She opened her eyes.

Ouch.  Ouch.  It was way too bright. 

A cold hand touched her cheek.  "Electra?" The voice sounded far off.  "Electra!"

Electra saw Ally's familiar freckled face hovering over her own.

"Hi, Ally," she said weakly.

"Thank goodness."  Ally sounded relieved.  "I thought you were never going to wake up!"

She rushed out of the room.  "I'll be right back," she called over her shoulder.  "Stay there!"

Electra was just about to sink into her bed again when she remembered.

Walter.  She jerked upright.  Was that all a dream? she wondered.  Or...was it real?

She recalled--with a sickening feeling to her belly--the beaming sound of the supersonic bullets.  She'd almost fainted.  Now that she thought of it, Electra could feel the grass poking into her hands where she'd fallen.  The cold wind at her cheeks.

The pit in her stomach. 


The ache in her heart.


Yep.  That had been real.
Electra sighed.  She wondered how long she'd been asleep and sick, and how many people had made it.  She was getting out of bed when Ally, Tyler, and Almira came out.

"Get back in bed," Almira said briskly and crisply.  She snapped her fingers.  "Now."
"But--" Electra protested.
"Now," said Tyler.  He looked disheveled, with tousled hair and gritty clothes.

"Where am I?" Electra remembered that their facility was destroyed.

"We're in an abandoned hospital.  We set up shop here.  Nobody's going to ever look here," said Almira.  "And you need to rest.  Our plan is almost ready and you play a very large role in it."

"First of all, I'm hungry.  Second of all, I'm fine.  Third of all, how long have I been sleeping.  Fourth of all, what is this plan.  Fifth of all, how come you didn't wake me up?" Electra got out of bed.  "I need answers!"

"Fine, fine.  Get dressed, and come with Ally.  We're having a huge meeting before our plan takes place," Almira relented.  She turned to Tyler and Ally.  "It starts in five minutes.  Tyler, go get Electra some orange juice and toast.  Ally, help Electra dress and answer all her questions."

Tyler slumped out of the room with Almira hot at his heels.  Ally shut the door.

"So what's happened?" Electra stared seriously at her friend. 

Ally sighed as she sat on Electra's bed.  Electra began pulling on the jeans and T-shirt she'd found on a chair beside her.

"You've been asleep for four days."  Ally closed her eyes, and Electra noticed the dark half-moons under her friend's beautiful eyes.  "And the Professor hasn't found a way to restore our powers.  So we're normal.  Still."

Electra tried to generate electrical power.  She couldn't.

"So how are we going to defeat those other people?" she asked.

Ally smiled wryly.  "We aren't going to battle them."

That was a shocker.  Electra blinked, pulling her arm through the sleeve.  "Then how is this going to work?"

Ally's answer surprised her even more.

"We're going to surrender."

Saturday, June 29, 2013

...RANDOM STUFF...

I feel like I owe y'all an apology.  I haven't been posting as often as I should have.

What have I been doing...

1) Getting sidetracked is one of my favorite--and accidental--hobbies.  Usually when I get sidetracked I'm doing something I don't like to do--like math, chores, or cleaning--and I start doing something I actually like to do.  Except the things that I like to do I rarely need to do...if you get my drift.  

2) Procrastinating.  Ever since I got back from my trip, that's been one of my major pastimes.  I'm not proud of it (hopefully not), but there are SO many things I need to get done...practicing piano for my grandparents (just two pieces, even though I quit already), FINISHING that journal (the trip was a WEEK ago), FINISHING the Kuehl Kids (on a roll now), blogging, etc., etc.  

3) Math, math, and more math.  I flunked the placement test I was supposed to do, and now I do a lesson of math every day.  I try not to complain--it's my own fault, pretty much, I'm doing math over the summer--but it's hard to focus on quadratic equations and parabolas and square roots when my friends are basking in sunlight and going to the beach (even though I'm not a huge fan of the beach, still, their freedom).

4) TENNIS.  Camp starts in July, and camp is basically the same thing as tryouts: they're entwined together.  So far, I've been going with my dad (I beat my brother twice in a set; then he came back and beat me in our third set), and just yesterday we rented a ball machine and I practiced with my other brother.

That was a kool experience in itself, because the ball machine is spring-green and new, and has a bunch of FASCINATING controls.  You can control the height, spin, speed, and placement of the ball by twisting these dials, and it was SO much fun.  I went with my other brother, who plays baseball but has picked up tennis, and I tricked him a bunch of times.  He tricked me, too, but it was too hot to pursue those balls.  Yesterday's tennis session wasn't a success, more like a "fool around with the sport" time.

5) Writing.  On the trip I came back with a very intriguing idea, and I hopefully can pull this one off.  I edited Both Sides of the Court but haven't gotten around to implementing it yet into the document.  

If my idea is a failure, I'll probably put it on this blog.  If it's a possible success I'll try to get it published (but not put it on yet).  If it manages to get it published, well---that would be amazing, that is far off, and I have to keep my feet on the ground here.  But if it does get published of course I'm going to say what it is...

I'm only done with chapter one, and it goes up to chapter eighteen (there's a lot of everything in this book...adventure, mystery, science fiction, insanity, etc.), so don't expect anything.

6) READING.  My library has a reading program--read, then receive free prizes--but I haven't done that for a couple years because I'm too lazy to record how much I read.  However, my siblings are read-crazy, so we've literally been going to the library every other or every single day.  My mom even went to the library twice in one day (yeah, we're devoted ;).

I recently read an amazing debut novel (and the start of a series) by Shelby Bach.  It's called The Ever Afters #1: Of Giants and Ice, and it's a slow start but it has great characters and an intriguing concept.  I STRONGLY encourage you to check it out.  For a synopsis, go to Shelby Bach's website (shelbybach.com).  It's friendly stuff, for "middle-grade" readers, which, in reality, means 4/5-infinity grade.  

Even though I'm going into 9th grade, where people expect me to read dark teenagery stuff, or else not read at all, I still go up to the children's section.  That's where I feel most at home.  Or maybe it's just a habit :) .  But to be honest, I'm scared of the adult section.  It's WAY too quiet.  

I reread Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince, which my brother checked out from the library, even though we have the set at home (our library dictates that in order to put down what book you read to receive a prize, you have to check the book out from the library).  Our copy has been long-lost, but after I read it, I went upstairs and (lo and behold) found it hiding in our schoolroom bookshelf.

Oh, well, it feels better to have a hardcover in your hands than a paperback.

Which kind of reminds me...has ANYONE found the font that Harry Potter is printed in?  It's printed in Adobe Garamond, which is absolutely the BEST FONT EVER DISCOVERED (or created, you choose).  The closest I found was EB Garamond, in GoogleDocs.  I beg you--find it!  It inspires me to write!  (And I'm not kidding...if a font in a book inspires me to write, I'll write)  And if the publisher ever asks me which font I want my book to be printed in...well, Adobe Garamond, come on in.

I also read Just Ella, by Margaret Peterson Haddix.  It's quite a turn from Haddix's usual adventure-and-more-adventure, with a Cinderella scenario, but really, it's not...because Cinderella has to escape a prison cell with a shovel.  I didn't like it as much as Gail Carson Levine's Ella Enchanted.  Another read was one of those N.E.R.D. books.  It's in the same genre as the Diary of a Wimpy Kid books, although the kids in there aren't nearly as disrespectful of adults as Greg Heffley is (in N.E.R.D, they dumb down adults).  It's nerdy, weird, and I didn't bother finishing it.  You have to hook me in order to catch me.

7) TV.  I'm not a giant TV fan--I like movies better--but there's an exception: Food Network Star. Food Network is my favoritest channel.  I don't watch shows like Psych or anything (my parents don't either; it's sports, sports, sports, and House Hunters for us), although I do think Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. looks interesting.  Food Network is kool, and Food Network Star is even better.  It's your typical reality TV show, with twelve contestants completing various cooking-related competitions to win their own Food Network TV show.  

Now, I'm not a person who likes to watch other people show me how to cook.  I like watching people in competitions--chefs in competitions.  Iron Chef is a bit of a cooking disappointment, because the chefs there are already so experienced that the judges don't need to tell them what they did wrong--it's a matter of who impressed the judges better.  Food Network Star is regular people with stories.  Chopped is a little lame.  I think maybe I've watched it so much I've gotten sick of it.  The Great Food Truck Race is FABULOUS.  I've only watched it a little, but it impressed me.  But I've been watching Food Network Star, and I <3 it! :)


Wow, that's quite a mouthful, and not a picture to break it up.  Oh, gargoyles.

-RCUBED

Monday, June 24, 2013

Oh my gargoyles, it's good to be back

This is only a short post--more will be coming, promise!--but we got back from vaca on Saturday (a day early).  SO....wait for it, wait for it...more will be coming!

Sunday, June 9, 2013

Last Post...For a while

Heeeeeyyyy...if you're looking for the last Kuehl Kids installment look down -   - .  

But I just wanted to let y'all know that I probably will not be posting anything in the next two weeks or so.  This is because I'm going on VACATION...road trip with my family to a national park, among other destinations.  It's going to be fun, but sadly :( I am not assured of Wifi at the hotels we're staying at, so do not expect anything posted in the next 13 days.  REPEAT: Do not expect anything posted in the next 13 days.  

When I get back, I might post all the beautiful pictures I'm probably going to take!  I'm the "family historian," so I have a scrapbook and a Polaroid and am going to make a huge book of the Great Family Vacation (what we call it).  I'm also going to journal in a spiral notebook and on my dad's ChromeBook.  We're going waterskiing and hiking, and we're going to eat our hearts out (food food food food food food food food).  

It's going to be awesome!

My promotion party was pretty kool :)  We had a limousine, which had neon lights on the floor and in the cupholders and on the ceiling, except those were kind of dirty (we spent 15-20 minutes taking pictures in front of it :).  Nobody wore any seatbelts (although they were available) and everyone just talked.  We went to the restaurant and it was kind of awkward because ALL OF A SUDDEN these 17-18 kids (all the girls wearing fancy dresses) walk into an already-packed restaurant on Friday night.  Our burgers were already waiting, but it took like 5-7 minutes waiting for everyone to get situated.  A ton of people (a lot of them older teenagers) were looking at us weirdly.  These three high-school-aged guys looked at each other and decided to eat outside; one of my classmates said, "Oh, sorry, did we scare you?"  For some reason they got all offended, but they went outside and didn't say anything.  

We went back in the limousine after eating and after a while some people said they started smelling smoke.  So the driver stopped at a beach and we had to hop the fence to get on the beach while he was fixing the back air conditioner.  It was all dark and peaceful and deserted, and some (the girls still in their dresses) splashed in the water.  I was like, This is not my idea of a good time, but whatever.  Someone built a turtle out of sand (they told me it was a monkey later, but I don't believe them).  

Afterward we had to bypass a DUI (Driver Under Influence; i.e., drunk driver) checkpoint.  It was an interesting experience.  First there was smoke, then there was DUI.  

We got to the trampoline place, and the girls changed.  We had to wait 10 minutes for the private trampoline area because they couldn't find an available member to watch us.  By the time they got a person, it was around 11.  So we bounced until 12 A.M.

It was an intriguing experience, but some parts of it weren't enjoyable.  Everyone was going crazy at the beach.  The trampolines were okay, but I think we're a little too old for that.  I think kids my age basically just want to sit around and talk (like in the limo).  We did have plenty of time for that.  I took weird pictures of everyone (someone deleted all of the funny ones).  It was kind of a yes-and-no question--some parts I liked, some I didn't.

But it was the last time we'd be together as an class.  I'm leaving.  Others are leaving.  And honestly, things are never going to be the same.

Sunday Serial~The Kuehl Kids Part 14

"Walter, no!" Electra heard Ally gasp.

She felt herself be frozen, planted in the ground.  The world seemed to tilt.  Strong arms caught her, and she sat down on the grass. 

Not Walter.  Please, no, not Walter, she pleaded in her mind.  Not Walter.  No, not Walter!

Walter never forgot the look on Electra's face. 

You're letting her down, a voice inside him said. You're being a ninny. 

But it's time I had some answers, Walter argued.

The Professor can tell you everything, the voice sassed back.

I need to hear the second side of the story, Walter almost yelled back.

"Where are we?" he asked, turning to Jasper. 
Jasper smiled down at him.  "I can't show you that.  But, if you come with me and earn my trust, I will tell you."

The six turned back to the DeMaterializer that had zapped them there. 
Fier slapped Walter on the back.  "Join the club, Wally," he said.
Walter stiffened.  "Thank you," he said shortly. 

At least I'll avoid the mindless unopinionated students, he thought to himself.  Trying to make peace with himself for betraying.

A couple yards before they entered the DeMaterializer, Jasper turned around and gave a cocky grin to the Professor.  "Good luck disabling the PowerCloak.  You might succeed...in your grave."  With a cackling laugh, Jasper threw his head back and entered.  One by one, Swifte, Invisa, Fier, and--breaking all the spectators' hearts--Walter.

Quake was at the back of the line.  He prepared to step through it. 

Suddenly, the black cylinder DeMaterializer disappeared into thin air. 

"Hey!" Quake said almost immediately.  He turned around.  "You--you--" He pointed at Charles Dillwin, who was looking pleased with himself.  "What's this?" Quake asked Charles, the Professor, Almira, and most of the others surrounded him.  "Are you capturing me?"

He planted himself in the ground.  "I'm the most powerful superhero!  I can knock buildings down and disfigure the whole earth!"

The ground began shaking, but Charles--with a strong motion--lifted Quake off the ground.

The rumblings stopped.

Tyler and Ally had joined the sitting Electra.  "So that's his weakness," Tyler said. 

"I can't believe it."  Electra's mind was still with Walter.  Staring at the empty space where the DeMaterializer had stood. 

"Me neither."  Ally knelt down and hugged Electra.  "But--I think we need to get going."

Quake was struggling to get out of Charles Dillwin's arms, but Charles held strong.  The Professor and the others bound Quake with the Professor's Ungiving String.  Soon Quake held still, glaring and spitting out words that Electra had never heard before.

"Watch your mouth," snapped Charles.  "We're only doing this for your own good."

Quake just yakked away even more.

*     *     *
Jasper Jalling and the others were staring at the DeMaterializer, waiting for Quake.
After a few seconds, Jasper Jalling groaned.  "Oh, great," he said.  "I should have figured they'd known."  He spoke into his watch.  "Code 2948, Red Alert.  They have Quake.  Shoot to kill except for Quake."
Turning to Invisa, Fier, Swifte, and Walter, he said, "We've got to take the long way out.  Get out there and start fighting."
He began running.  The four followed, Walter following hesitantly.  He didn't like the idea of "shooting to kill" and resolved to try to block the blasts as discreetly as possible.
*     *     *
The group was running as fast as they could when the helicopter blades began whirling.  And shooting.
Ultra supersonic bullets blazed by their ears.  With horror, Tyler, Ally, and Electra saw that some of their group had been hit.  The others ran on, with the Professor tossing some sort of powder on the bodies. Quake was struggling even harder.
Charles was hit, in the leg.  He stumbled but kept running with a limp.  Tyler, Ally, and Electra rushed to help.
With bullets whizzing by their ears, the group ran.  Electra felt like she couldn't run any longer.  Her heart was pumping hard, and her breaths grew shorter and more jagged.
Just when a cramp attacked her whole body and she felt like she was having a heart attack, Almira gasped out, "There!"
There, Electra realized, was a black shadowy cloak lying on the ground twentysomething yards away.  "Get to the cloak!" she heard Almira yell.
The group dove to the cloak, bullets raining down on them.  They covered the cloak with the body.
As Electra felt black and white dots bore into her vision, she knew of only one thing.
They were safe.

Friday, June 7, 2013

SCHOOL IS OVER!!!!!

I am extremely excited; my school year is OVER!

I've been at my school for four years, and it's been such a blessing.  I'm leaving after this year, so I'm a bit nostalgic and sappy :)  I'm entering into a new era and chapter of my life (quoting Anne from the Anne of Green Gables series) and it's going to be both happy and sad.  I'm happy that I'm moving on with my life, but I'm so sad to leave all the good memories I've made at my current school.


Promotion is today, and since I'm being promoted into a huge new grade (*guess which one!*), we're having a huge celebration.  My classmates and I are going in a limo to a burger restaurant, then drive around the beach, then finish up the school year with an hour at a trampoline place (ending at 11:30 pm).  This is the last time I'm seeing my classmates as "school people."  I'm going to miss them all!

However, I received some bad news.  Remember my placement math placement test?  I did not pass.  So I will have to retake the test again in August :(.  I do not want to repeat the math class I just took, so I'm going to gear up and review math some more.  That will taint my summer a bit, but, oh well, it was God's plan for me.  

But I need to pass this next test, so be praying for me!

BTW, my dad (who is, like, the complete mathematician) said my testtaking not-so-mad skills weren't correct.  So do NOT FOLLOW MY TESTTAKING SKILLS from this post (click here; my most testtaking skills from the one before this).  I repeat, do not.  

I know right, that's ironic.  I advise people to use my mad testtaking skills and wow, there I go and fail the test.

I ended the year on a laughing note, however.  For my Speech/Debate final, I did a devotional on Matthew 25:14-30 (the parable of the talents).  My conclusion was really awkward...I said, "Are you going to be the servant that is told, 'Well done,' or are you going to be the servant that the master says, 'Throw into the place of gnashing and teeth.'"

No, I did not make a typo.  I seriously said, "Throw into the place of gnashing and teeth."


We all started laughing.  One of my classmates said, "So, there aren't going to be teeth in heaven?"

It was also ironic because one of my classmates did a speech on Joseph.  For whatever reason (I forget), he looked at each and every one of us and said that we have talents.  He said, "I know that one of us has a talent for piano, [referring to me]..."  

Well, the funny thing is, I quit piano last Thursday.  So...*awkward moment*

Afterward, I said, "I quit piano."

His response?  "Hypocrite!"  (I had recently done a persuasive speech on why you should play the piano...)

I'll give him that one.  Touche.

Also there has been a drastic change in yearbook signatures.  In the old days (technically, a year ago), "H.A.G.S." (Have A Good Summer) and your name was enough.  Now, everyone is writing loooong notes (I think I'm not the only one with nostalgia).  Here are some examples (I just think it's interesting how much we've changed over the past year).

Last Year: "E.T.S." (Name signed) (I think E.T.S. stands for Enjoy This Summer)
This Year: (Same person!) "I'm gonna miss you soooooo much!  Have fun in high school! :)" (Name signed)
Last Year: "CO u Rock" (Name signed)
This Year: "Hello [My Full Name], I had a great time with you.  You're super smart and I'll miss that look you give me when I say something stupid :) .  Have fun in public school.  I'll miss you." (Name signed)

*If these don't make any sense that's because they're inside jokes.  


We're so mature now (LOL, just kidding but seriously we are :)

But that doesn't stop us from fooling around.  One person this year wrote "Pokii," drew some weird wizard guy from her English skit, and wrote "From...Pokii."  In someone else's yearbook, someone wrote "Potato," then their name.

We're wacky, crazy, funny, weird, silly, sunny, lovely, and a lot of different stuff.

*Sigh*

So, all's well that ends well.  I ended school on a good note ("gnashing and teeth").

In the Story of My Life, a new era has begun!  A new chapter is turned!  What's God going to give me next???















Tuesday, June 4, 2013

My Oh-So-Testtaking-Mad-Skills, and My Not-So-Mad-Shopping-Skills, and then Gargoyles

Today I had a math placement test.

Math's not really my thing.  I prefer English (or else I wouldn't be writing this blog).  I can memorize formulas, but when it comes to figuring things out ("Jimmy had four melons.  Ally had two melons.  How many are left when they combine melons, then Elizabeth takes away thirty thousand?")...not the best.  

I walked into the testing room, clutching my two pencils, a really rubbery orange eraser, and a stack of paper.  I received my test, deposited my phone at the front, and went back.

Oh, gargoyles (favorite word :).

The test had to be 4-5 pages, front and back.  There were 70 problems, a little sheet that you filled your answer with, and it was written in Times New Roman with little space.  Everything was numbers, numbers, numbers.  

I'm a computation person (adding, subtracting, multiplying, dividing), but that many numbers can get even a person like me distressed.  What I was amazed at was the fact that some kids got done in 45 minutes.  I took a little over an hour and a half, and even then I'd just basically logically randomly filled in some bubbles.  

Gargoyles.

Thankfully, the test was multiple choice all the way through!  I was extremely happy.  Multiple choice means a lot of things.  It means that there's more of a chance you get something right, it means that you don't have to do all the work, it means that you can use process of elimination.  Multiple choice is my personal favorite (but teachers sometimes don't use it because, well, it's not the best thing).

There are a lot of ways you can work around actually doing all the work for math.  For example....

If there's a variable in a problem.  For example (this problem was not on the test), 5x=10.  Your choices are a) 2, b) 14, c) 10, d) 42,000.  You don't have to solve for it.  Basically, you can just substitute any of the numbers in for x.  *Solving problems with variables are easier if you don't solve for it.  Just Substitute!  If you solved a problem, then found out what you got wasn't the answer, where are you now?  SuBsTiTuTe AlL ThE WaY!

Now, I've just taken two hour-and-a-half-long math tests.  The first one was my final, the second was the placement test.  So I'm not going to run through this.  But just an example.

How do I think I did on the placement test?  Low B or middling B.  I don't think I got an A.  I guessed on several problems, and I might possibly have made some mistakes.  But the good thing is, it was multiple choice.  So there's a 25% chance that my guess was correct-O!

Afterward, I went to the mall with my mom and picked up a dress for Promotion.  In 2 hours, I picked up four articles of adornment (a.k.a. clothes). That may not seem like a lot--it isn't.  I'm not a shopper, and every time I make my mom spend money on something I want to make sure that I'm going to wear it (when she buys me something first, it's another story).  So I got my mom to buy me some half-shirts (that you have to wear a tank top underneath), a dress (for Promotion Night), and a skirt (in case the dress doesn't work out).  I've been wanting the half-shirts (What Do You Call Those Things?) and the dress and skirt I believe were those high-low types, the ones where they're short on the front and long on the back.  They're all good purchases, and I'm satisfied with myself.

I was joking in the car about being a novice at shopping.  "I'm not even a novice--I'd be in Remedial Shopping [if shopping were a school subject]!" I said.  That's true.  I'm not a shopper.  Until just a few months ago, I wore T-shirts and jeans.  I still wear jeans, but my tops have become slightly more sophisticated.  I'm not stylish.  

So, only I would fail to find the zipper on skirts (it was getting all tight for some reason...that's why they invented the zipper!).  Only I would not know how to pull off clothes from the bottom up (there's an art to it!  You have to grab the hems and pull your arms up around you!).

4 articles of clothing.  I tried on about 15 dresses and 10 shirts (I'm barely exaggerating...)  Experienced shoppers might think that's not a lot...but it is.

Oh, gargoyles.


Sunday, June 2, 2013

Sunday Serial~The Kuehl Kids Part 13

Walter heard Electra's voice behind him.

"What are you talking about?" she said, walking.  "Son?  What are you talking about?"

"Walter, my boy," Jasper Jalling repeated.  "Walter, I am your father."

"No," Walter said, but not putting meaning to his words.

The nose--that was way too much like Walter's, Electra realized.  And the black hair.

"You're not Walter's dad," Electra said, barely believing it herself.

"And Electra," Jasper said lightly.

Tyler zapped in front of Jasper and Walter.  "You're not his dad, and get away," he said.  "Before we hurt you."

Jasper tossed a black cube on the ground. 

Suddenly a sizzling sound exploded in midair, and little drops of light rained down on Electra, Walter, and Tyler--but not the others.

"My PowerCloak," Jasper said, smiling, but his smile was a bit like an electric blanket versus a metal heater.  Fake.  Electra shivered.  "This time, Walter, you are not susceptible to it," Jasper added, cocking his head.

After a short pause, the villain went on, "I purposely made it so you wouldn't be affected by it.  I wanted to test you.  I believe you passed...Son."  He smiled again.

The Professor came up to them, looking tired and old.  "Jasper Jalling, stop poisoning their minds.  What do you want?"

"Why you didn't tell me he was my dad."  The words exploded from Walter's mouth, like a waterfall.  "And why.  You never told me!"

"Walter, you're not--" the Professor began.

"Make excuses," Walter said bitterly.  "I'm tired of secrets, and I need information.  Why's he giving me information and you aren't?  I thought we were supposed to be good guys!"

The Professor closed his eyes and put his hand in his forehead.  "You're not his son, Walter."

"You scarcely believe it yourself!" Walter exclaimed. 

"Son, you don't have to confront them.  Just come with us."  Jasper's voice took a dark, tinny tone.  "I will tell you anything you want to know."

"Walter," the Professor began, reaching for his arm.

"Let the boy choose for himself," Jasper said.  Electra noted how his eyes were gleaming.  The man was obviously deranged.  Why can't Walter see that? she wondered. 

Now she knew that they were not father and son.  Maybe relatives: not father or son.

Walter's eyes were darting from Jasper Jalling to the Professor. 

"Walter, I will tell you anything you want to know."  The Professor was pleading.

"Hear my side of the story," Jasper Jalling said.  He smiled.  "We'll do father-son activities.  And I'll tell you about your wonderful mother."

"Who was my mother?" Walter asked.

"If you come with me, I'll tell you," Jasper said with a wicked grin.

Then Walter did something Electra would never have suspected in a million years:

He went over to Jasper Jalling's side.  And smiled.

Saturday, June 1, 2013

Sunday Serial~ The Kuehl Kids Part 13 PREVIEW

Walter heard Electra's voice behind him.

"What are you talking about?" she said, walking.  "Son?  What are you talking about?"

"Walter, my boy," Jasper Jalling repeated.  "Walter, I am your father."

"No," Walter said, but not putting meaning to his words.

The nose--that was way too much like Walter's, Electra realized.  And the black hair.

"You're not Walter's dad," Electra said, barely believing it herself.

"And Electra," Jasper said lightly.

Tyler zapped in front of Jasper and Walter.  "You're not his dad, and get away," he said.  "Before we hurt you."

Jasper tossed a black cube on the ground. 

Suddenly a sizzling sound exploded in midair, and little drops of light rained down on Electra, Walter, and Tyler--but not the others.

"My PowerCloak," Jasper said, smiling, but his smile was a bit like an electric blanket versus a metal heater.  Fake.  Electra shivered.  "This time, Walter, you are not susceptible to it," Jasper added, cocking his head.

After a short pause, the villain went on, "I purposely made it so you wouldn't be affected by it.  I wanted to test you.  I believe you passed...Son."  He smiled again.

The Professor came up to them, looking tired and old.  "Jasper Jalling, stop poisoning their minds.  What do you want?"

"Why you didn't tell me he was my dad."  The words exploded from Walter's mouth, like a waterfall.  "And why.  You never told me!"

"Walter, you're not--" the Professor began.

"Make excuses," Walter said bitterly.  "I'm tired of secrets, and I need information.  Why's he giving me information and you aren't?  I thought we were supposed to be good guys!"

The Professor closed his eyes and put his hand in his forehead.  "You're not his son, Walter."