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KidzArt Suggestion

Sun, 16 Feb 2020 09:25:49 +0000

Hey, KS! I just wanted to put in a suggestion for KidzArt. Maybe make it a little like DeviantArt or Amino with a point/coin system, so art trade can take place? I feel like that would make it more interesting, and also it’d be cool to trade art and stuff with other users. Thanks in advance!

Small Meaningless Suggestion

Tue, 07 Jan 2020 17:01:08 +0000

Can KT and KN have a dark mode? I think that would be cool. Just a meaningless suggestion here but still.

Small World ch 4

Mon, 26 Oct 2015 16:41:44 +0000

Chapter four: face to face---literally!

I ran out of the room, wiping the tears from my chin as I go. I end up in a family bathroom, locked inside, and let it all out. There's a familiar sound of boot stomping and a voice that I recognize well. "What're ya doin' in 'ere?" Cried out a phony country accent. "Stop it," "What?" His voice back to normal. "I know that accent isn't real, Huckleberry," I said, sniffling. "And I know that you're not really using this bathroom," he said, truthfully. "Oh yeah,..." I challenged. "Yeah," he replied. Suddenly, I heard a bang on the stall door. Then another. Moments later, he was swinging his leg over the top of the door with swift ease. "Why did you do that?" I asked with wonder. "Why'd I do what?" He asked, even though he clearly knew. "Why'd you come after me. I mean, I figured that you'd hate me," I said. He somehow looked surprised. "What? No way, Maya. We're friends. I could never do that to you; even if I am a Huckleberry." He said. "So you admit it! That you're a ranger Rick, ranger Roy, huckleberry, and a Bucky McBoing-Boing," I cried. "Why is that?" He interrupted. "Why don't you just call me by my name? And what does Bucky McBoing-Boing even mean? I think that's a new one.." I hesitated. "Y-yeah.." I froze---and thought of a change of subject. "Hey, let's get out of here and check on Rowan." I said. Pretty slick..."No! Uh..." Nice save, Bucky. Silence. The ever so dreaded feeling that's happened to me quite often. Then, to my surprise, he grabbed my by the face and it happened. For at least 2 minutes, but then again, who's counting? I can't wait to see what happens now...

TO BE CONTINUED...

Small world ch 3

Fri, 23 Oct 2015 14:03:22 +0000

Chapter three: ER Hatred

I'm sitting in the ER waiting room with a hurting arm that's holding up an ice pack on my forehead. It reeks in here. And that obnoxious beeping machine that goes off every five seconds is about to make ME go off. "Bri, we know you're ticked off about this room, and we're sorry, but we have to wait here until we have further news on Rowan," said Cory. I groaned. "How hard IS IT just to let people in a room?" I ask impatiently. Suddenly, as if my words were miracles in verbal form, a nurse walked up and told us that we could come inside. As we walked, I asked, "So how did she end up here?" Cory then explained that the 'sink' I puked into was actually her shoes. And then she tried to back away and ended up slipping in it. Yick! We finally reached the room, and I saw Rowan, with breathing tubes up her nostrils, and a thingy on her finger. And of course, that pale look on her face and that stupid beepy thing. The nurse who's name tag said, 'Vanessa' walked up to us as we entered. Mr. Savage and his wife and son were standing in the room next to her bed. "Well, Little Miss Rowan has taken quite a tumble," said Vanessa. "She had a concussion. And she sprained her ankle. She'll be walking on crutches for awhile and needs to stay in bed rest for a bit but other than that, she should be just fine." She exited. "Great," I whimpered. "This is all my fault," Ranger Rick frowned at me. "No it's not, Bri. Things happen sometimes." "YES IT IS BUCKY MCBOING-BOING IT IS. IT IS ALL MY FAULT AND THERE IS NOTHING YOU CAN DO ABOUT IT!!" I shouted at him. Silence hung above the room. A tear struck down my face as I glanced at Rowan, then Peyton. Another embarrassing moment...

TO BE CONTINUED

Small World ch. 2

Thu, 22 Oct 2015 17:49:28 +0000

Chapter Two: The...Incident

Mr. Savage looked at me like I was psycho. "Ms. Sabrina, do you---need a moment?" he asked. I had to force these words out. "Y-yeah..." He put that concerned look on his concerned little father face. "You are excused," he dismissed. Rowan's hand went up as I scurried to the bathroom. Moments later, she met me in the bathroom. A heavy feeling drowned out all the happy spirit in me, put there by Ranger Rick's appearance. "Bri!!" She cried and raced to me. I hurled into a nearby sink. I felt dizzy, like I was falling; helplessly.

. . .

I awoke lightheaded inside a small room that smelled of wine and cheap perfume: the nurse's office. I saw my friend Cory sitting there with me, but no sign of Ranger Rick---or Rowan. "What happened?" I asked. "You went down. Fast." He said. I then explained that I was sure I hit the nearby sink. "Uh, Bri, are ya SURE your--incident didn't affect your vision? Anyway, there's a reason Rowan and Peyton aren't here,"

TO BE CONTINUED

Small World

Mon, 19 Oct 2015 15:42:58 +0000

Chapter One: Monday

I marched into Mr. Savage's history class with a grin on my face as I spotted Ranger Rick. I sat down and spun 'round, blond curls flying, and a newly pleasant feeling in my colon. "Howdy, Ranger Rick!" I cried happily. "Hi, ma'am." He replied and dipped an imaginary straw hat from his forehead. "Oooooooh." Was all I could say. Mr. Savage walked in. "Okay class. Does anyone know what we're learning today?" He asked. Rowan raised her hand. "Aw, boy," I commented. "Rowan?" He asked. "I know there's gunna be a lesson, but it always has to do with what's going on in our lives. How can you POSSIBLY know what's going on with--" You see that? Those two dash lines? That means she cut off; and nothing ever goes good when she cuts off a sentence. "--Maya?" She blurted. That somehow turned my face red. "He doesn't!" I shouted. "YOU DON'T KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT ME!" I said, turning to Mr. Savage. Everyone looks at me now..including Ranger Rick. Well this is embarrassing...

TO BE CONTINUED