Dear Diary,
I think that my life here at Battle School is already planned out to be horrible, difficult and most of all frustrating. Just when I was starting to make some friends in my Launch Group (which was quite difficult after the Bernard incident), I got transferred to an army. Yes, I am 6 years old and already part of a practice army at Battle School. I can't believe it because I had to leave my friends, Shen and Alai, for a horrible commander and other soldiers who already hate me. My commander's name is Bonzo Madrid and it was hate at first sight. The way he speaks to me and everything he orders me to do is just plain unpleasant. We've already had one battle and it was horrible. Bonzo didn't even let me get into the fight and I could have done so well. But, I guess he doesn't know that because he doesn't let me take part in the practices either! Oh, I hate him, I hate him, I hate him!!! Well, that helped to get my anger out. To add to my troubles, I still feel horrible about what I did to Bernard. It was completely an accident and I felt like throwing up. I just wish that things wouldn't always go wrong when I'm there. I guess that Bernard and I are bound to be enemies for life. That is a horrible thought and writing in this diary hasn't made me feel any better. Hopefully, next time I write in you it will all be happy news!
Sincerely,
Ender
Thursday, April 29, 2010
Wednesday, April 28, 2010
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Ender's Diary Entry #2
Dear Diary,
Remember that boy who was hitting me on the head while we were all in the shuttle? Well, I hope you do because I broke his arm. It was an accident! I really didn't mean to, only a monster like Peter would have done something like that purposefully. Like I said, it started off with him hitting me on the head. I had never done anything to him, never even seen him before and there he was, repeatedly hitting his hard fist to my head. I thought if I just waited and didn't react he would finally get bored and stop tormenting me, but that wasn't the case. I just got really annoyed so when he tried to hit me for the umpteenth time, I grabbed his arm and pulled him out of his seat. He went flying into the wall of the shuttle that separates the passengers from the captain. He hit the wall with his right arm with so much force that he broke it! This sounds like quite a difficult feat but, it was actually quite easy. The fact that we were in zero-gravity helped me a lot. But I hate how it helped me. I broke a boy's arm before we even arrived at Battle School and now I feel terrible and I immensely regret what I did. The boy's name is Bernard by the way. When we start our training he'll just get even madder because he will have to be held back while his arm heals. Well, at least people leave me alone now, but that's not what I wanted. I wanted my beginning of Battle School to be positive because I know that the coming years will be difficult. I wish I had never agreed to do this.
Sincerely,
Ender
Remember that boy who was hitting me on the head while we were all in the shuttle? Well, I hope you do because I broke his arm. It was an accident! I really didn't mean to, only a monster like Peter would have done something like that purposefully. Like I said, it started off with him hitting me on the head. I had never done anything to him, never even seen him before and there he was, repeatedly hitting his hard fist to my head. I thought if I just waited and didn't react he would finally get bored and stop tormenting me, but that wasn't the case. I just got really annoyed so when he tried to hit me for the umpteenth time, I grabbed his arm and pulled him out of his seat. He went flying into the wall of the shuttle that separates the passengers from the captain. He hit the wall with his right arm with so much force that he broke it! This sounds like quite a difficult feat but, it was actually quite easy. The fact that we were in zero-gravity helped me a lot. But I hate how it helped me. I broke a boy's arm before we even arrived at Battle School and now I feel terrible and I immensely regret what I did. The boy's name is Bernard by the way. When we start our training he'll just get even madder because he will have to be held back while his arm heals. Well, at least people leave me alone now, but that's not what I wanted. I wanted my beginning of Battle School to be positive because I know that the coming years will be difficult. I wish I had never agreed to do this.
Sincerely,
Ender
Monday, April 26, 2010
Ender's Diary Entry #1 (total of 10 points)
Dear Diary,
I can't believe what is happening to me, and I'm not sure if the the events that are happening are good or bad. It all started out when I had to get my monitor removed and it hurt excruciatingly, even though the nurse named Deedee (what a silly name!) said it wouldn't. Because I got the monitor taken off, I was late for school but I didn't miss anything. Everything we do in class is so simple. Valentine (my sister) taught me all that arithmetic nonsense when I was 3. Anyway, I barely paid attention in class but after the school-day was over and I was walking down the hall, hoping for a nice relaxing evening at home after my monitor removal, something horribly wrong happened. A boy named Stilson and all of his friends ganged up on me and started making fun of me and teasing me by calling me a Third. I couldn't stand it so I started attacking Stilson and I gave him a bloody-nose, a black-eye and maybe even a couple broken bones. That's actually a pretty outrageous accomplishment for a 6 year old. Then, I told his friends to stay away from me. They did! When I got home, both Peter and Valentine were waiting for me. Val was waiting there to comfort me, but Peter was waiting to attack me, just like I attacked Stilson. Luckily, Valentine was there so she could help me defend myself from that awful monster Peter. True, both Peter and I hurt someone today, but I did it to defend myself and I felt horrible afterwards, but Peter hurts others for pleasure. As you may have noticed, I have 2 siblings and I am the third child, which is a disgrace. No wonder every-one makes fun of me. After dinner, a man came in to the house and talked to Mother and Father privately. Then, they called me in to join them. The man's name was Graff and he was part of the I.F. (International Fleet). He had come to invite me to Battle School, where I would train to become a soldier and later on, maybe even help fight the Buggers. Graff said that if I agreed to go I wouldn't be able to come back for at least 5 or 6 years. I agreed. There's no one here to miss except for Val but being away from her might be okay. That was my last conversation in my old house. After agreeing to go, Graff whisked me away to a special car and now I am in a shuttle on the way to Battle School in outer space. I must stop writing now because, OUCH! There is a boy behind me hitting me on the head with his fist.
Sincerely,
Ender
OUCH!
I can't believe what is happening to me, and I'm not sure if the the events that are happening are good or bad. It all started out when I had to get my monitor removed and it hurt excruciatingly, even though the nurse named Deedee (what a silly name!) said it wouldn't. Because I got the monitor taken off, I was late for school but I didn't miss anything. Everything we do in class is so simple. Valentine (my sister) taught me all that arithmetic nonsense when I was 3. Anyway, I barely paid attention in class but after the school-day was over and I was walking down the hall, hoping for a nice relaxing evening at home after my monitor removal, something horribly wrong happened. A boy named Stilson and all of his friends ganged up on me and started making fun of me and teasing me by calling me a Third. I couldn't stand it so I started attacking Stilson and I gave him a bloody-nose, a black-eye and maybe even a couple broken bones. That's actually a pretty outrageous accomplishment for a 6 year old. Then, I told his friends to stay away from me. They did! When I got home, both Peter and Valentine were waiting for me. Val was waiting there to comfort me, but Peter was waiting to attack me, just like I attacked Stilson. Luckily, Valentine was there so she could help me defend myself from that awful monster Peter. True, both Peter and I hurt someone today, but I did it to defend myself and I felt horrible afterwards, but Peter hurts others for pleasure. As you may have noticed, I have 2 siblings and I am the third child, which is a disgrace. No wonder every-one makes fun of me. After dinner, a man came in to the house and talked to Mother and Father privately. Then, they called me in to join them. The man's name was Graff and he was part of the I.F. (International Fleet). He had come to invite me to Battle School, where I would train to become a soldier and later on, maybe even help fight the Buggers. Graff said that if I agreed to go I wouldn't be able to come back for at least 5 or 6 years. I agreed. There's no one here to miss except for Val but being away from her might be okay. That was my last conversation in my old house. After agreeing to go, Graff whisked me away to a special car and now I am in a shuttle on the way to Battle School in outer space. I must stop writing now because, OUCH! There is a boy behind me hitting me on the head with his fist.
Sincerely,
Ender
OUCH!
Thursday, April 22, 2010
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