So you still have yet to update, but that is ok. As long as you guys don't really have issues with me updating, I'm chill. ;)
SCHOOL'S OUT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
(can you tell I'm happy about that?)
New york was awesome! If you want pics, ask. I took over 600. :)
Roo turns 16 in 54 days, which I'm excited for. I hope she's as excited as I am. I hope we double together.
Our stake is doing the trek this year which will be tons of fun! I'm totally excited.
... I think that's good for general updates. Now here comes the exciting part. I attempted to write a story the last couple weeks of school to take up the time that I would have used to study for my AP test. I'm including a little clip if anyone is interested. ;) Hope you enjoy!

“This is not a drill,” the booming voice repeated. Not a drill? He thought skeptically. Then what can it be? Not real of course. Then the realization hit and an oath escaped his mouth. He rolled out of his bottom bunk and tried to stand up at the same time; and failed miserably. He stayed on the floor for a minute, his head throbbing, and he stared at the ceiling that was also the floor of the deck of the ship. He listened to the footsteps clattering until the pain subsided enough for him to stand. He grabbed the bar on his bunk to steady him while he stood. He could feel that the sea wasn’t calm and the ship was rocking. Well that’s why I had trouble getting up… he thought sourly. He grabbed his shirt that he had been using for a pillow, grateful that he’d been too tired the night before to undress completely. He listened to the thunder as he ran to the stairs leading up to the deck. He stumbled a couple of times because of the fierce rocking of the sea. He got to the hatch and pushed with his normal amount of strength, but it didn’t budge. He stood stunned for a minute, and then pushed with all of his might. The hatch shuddered as if something shifted off the hatch, but something must have remained because it was still as immovable as ever. Bewildered, he ran back sown to the bunks and looked for anything that would help him. Finding nothing, he ran back up the stairs and began to push again. Suddenly, he realized that the irregular pounding on the deck he had attributed to panicked footsteps had no sounds of life behind it. There were no shouts, no orders being barked, nothing. Then he heard the screams. There was a particularly loud peal of thunder followed by screams close to his left. He remembered that they had docked right as he fell asleep the night before. This can’t be a normal storm, he thought. What lightning hits a ship? As if it was waiting for a cue, a peal of thunder ten times louder than before rolled forward and, at the same time, the entire ship shuddered and he heard something crack. Another oath escaped, whispered from his mouth from the air that was blown out of his lungs when he was slammed against the wall. He jumped down the stairs, looking to see if the damage was below deck. He didn’t have to go far. He froze when he got to the bottom of the stairs and his feet hit water. He glanced around to see the extent of the damage and saw that there was no possibility of saving the ship. On a spur of the moment whim, he grabbed an emergency kit in the form of a backpack, and dove into the sea where the side of the ship had been completely blown away. He dove deep and then swam clear of the debris. He came up for air a couple times before he was able to make it clear of the Harbor. Each time he saw more and more destruction. Swimming was a mindless thing and it gave him time to think. How can lightning possibly be that destructive? His mind had discovered an explanation, but he didn’t want to consider it. He surfaced again a little ways away from the harbor, and already the sea was calmer. This supported the theory he didn’t want to acknowledge. He grabbed onto a floating piece of debris to watch the harbor and what was really happening. His deepest fears were confirmed while he watched. The hum that he had attributed to wind was actually a hoard of planes. The thunder? Bombs. Lots of them. His stomach lurched and he dove back into the water, trying to leave the images he’d just witnessed behind with the ship.