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An Article By Genevieve Ward

I had an epiphany the other day. See, as homeschooled high school students with free-range access to the internet (now we sound like eggs), I'm quite certain most of us are experienced in the field of AST-PIS (Avoiding Schoolwork Through Pointless Internet Searches). Some of you know exactly what I'm talk-ing about - that moment when you sit down at your desk/table/on your couch (other people do school lying on their couch, right?), just about to start on a hard day's work, when suddenly it strikes you that it is of the utmost importance for you find out why they decided to name "butterflies" ater a deli-cious dairy product and a group of insects (seriously though, does anyone see any similarities be-tween butter and butterflies?) Well, here's where the epiphany fits in: see, my line of thinking is that most homeschoolers are spending time doing those point-less internet searches individually - so why not create a column where you can learn the same informa-tion you would from the internet searching, but all in one place rather than separately? You'll all save time spent browsing Google, I will have an excuse to spend more time on it, and hopefully we'll all be a little wiser for it. Or at least

know more pointless facts to blurt out when at large gatherings of people (that's how "socializing" works, right? Can I get someone with experience in this area to veri-fy this, please?)

Alright, enough from me. To kick off the series, let's answer the earli-er not-scientific-but-still-sort-of-in-teresting question: why the name "butterfly"?

The answer? No one's really sure (maybe this wasn't the best kick-off question?) As a matter of fact, it appears to be a point of some de-bate - the Old English term was "butterfloege", which also trans-lates to butter fly, and there's a thought that perhaps this was based on the butter-like yellow colouring of the Brimstone butter-fly, a common type of butterfly found throughout Britain. Another theory is that the term is related to a German word for butterfly, "milchdiebe", which means milk-thief - this is said to be because butterflies were attracted to but-termilk when it was made on farms. So, there you are - more in-teresting information (or lack thereof) to keep around. Petition to change the name "butterfly" to something less food-related?

Disclaimer: seeing as I am a mod-erately busy highschool student, I

sadly do not have the time nor the money to be spending hours/days/weeks/months/etc of research to find out all the answers from pri-mary sources myself, so I will be basing the majority of my informa-tion on secondary sources (ie the internet, and occasionally books). We all know how reliable the inter-net is, so please take all answers with a grain of salt. (Or a pinch. A grain won't affect the taste very much. Possibly a teaspoon? I di-gress.)

Sources:

http://www.destaffanydesign.com/imax_butterflies/html/article.html

h t t p : / /www.learnaboutbutterflies.com/Butterfly%20Facts.htm

Answers to the World's Most Pressing Questions: Exploring the Science

behind Everday Occurrences & Events

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Smart People Answering Stupid Questions

An Article By Jazzannah Green

1. Why is math real?

I'm not supposed to be telling you this, but I suppose it will be all right. You are all being secretly trained to be the next body guards for the nations of the world. They are real human personifications of the countries. School is our way of testing each of you to see who will be the best for the job. Do well in your studies, and you may receive a phone call one day asking you to join a country's security force.

2. When will my reflection show who I am inside?

Step one is to get X-ray vision. Step two -- a much easier step -- is to ac-quire a mirror. Stand in front of the mirror and turn on your X-ray vi-sion, seeing inside your reflection. Note: Make sure you're using X-RAY vision, not HEAT vision.

3. What's the easiest way to hide a body?

First, you want to get rid of any-thing that might tip police off as to who the person was. Cut off the hands and feet, so they can't get finger or foot prints. Bury those elsewhere, separately. Remove the teeth as well, and mutilate the face as well as any birthmarks. With that, you can dig a hole some-where in the forest! The park or your garden is a bad idea; police will look there first if you are a sus-

pect. Be sure to use hydrogen per-oxide to get rid of blood on your person, as you don't want to get caught.

4. What's in the combo?

A caramel sundae, hotdog, bacon burger, and some onion rings. Oh, would you like some fries with that?

An Article By Jesse Ongkili

It is no secret that our body is con-stantly getting rid of water. Through processes such as breath-ing, sweating, and excretion (going to the bathroom), our body is con-tinuously using and recycling the liquids we feed it. You could think of yourself as an ever-growing plant that needs a steady flow of water to survive. But why exactly do we need water? Is it simply to replace our lost fluids, or are there other benefits to drinking this easi-ly accessible hydrous?

First off, drinking less than your "liquid output" can result in dehy-dration, a sickness that disrupts the metabolic process, or more simply put, gives you bad stom-achaches and terrible diarrhea. Ex-tended periods of dehydration can also result in one's untimely

demise, so it's fair to literally say that watersaves lives! So we know the obvious now, water keeps us alive. What else can it do for us? Is that all? Certainly not!

Water has been actually known to reduce calories and aid in weight loss. It also helps to energize our muscles! A lack of water has been proven to cause an imbalance in our cells, causing fatigue in the muscles. Water also keeps your skin looking healthy and radiant, and can be a great way to prevent the spread of acne. Water helps your kidneys and maintains your bowel movements at a healthy rate, and has been known to flush out toxins from our vital organs. Some scientists have even gone as far to say that water can noticeably improve one's mood! (With this be-ing the case, it can also be said that dehydration has proven to have a negative impact on the moods and overall attitudes of in-dividuals.)

By now you know a bit more of the medicative and scientific advan-tages of consuming water through-out the day. Although exact amounts of required consumption vary depending on the individual, the generally accepted amount is roughly 8 glasses of water a day. Grabbing a glass of water during mealtimes can be a great way to insert this miracle liquid into your daily diet. When looking over stud-ies on how to wake up energized, refreshed, and happy in the morn-ings, one of the constants in the re-search collected is to drink a glass of water first thing! So don't forget, water is healthy, it's important to drink regularly, and it can save lives! Remember to stay hydrated, so take a break to enjoy a refresh-ing glass now if you haven't done so in the past few hours.

Water

S.P.A.S.Q.

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BIRDS FLOWERS GREEN MELTING ROBINS SHOWERS SPRING SUNSHINE

"Spring" - A Word Search by Melody Brocke

Sources:

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dehy-dration

http://greatist.com/health/health-benefits-water

http://www.webmd.com/diet/6-rea-sons-to-drink-water

h t t p : / / w w w . m a y o c l i n i c . o r g /h e a l t h y - l i v i n g / n u t r i t i o n - a n d -healthy-eating/in-depth/water/art-20044256

Meet Eva Umana

An Interview By Jennica Wlodarczyk

1. Hello Eva! To start this off, why don't you tell the readers a little bit about yourself, your life, and your goals?

Hello everyone! My goals are to be-come a missionary doctor with a pilot's license. I am eleven years old and I live with my four siblings and our parents. I love playing soc-cer with my friends and my favourite animal is a panda be-cause it looks like a giant soccer ball.

2. What are some of your hobbies?

Some of my hobbies are soccer, ballet and youth group.

3. If you had to choose, what would you say is the easiest part about being you?

The easiest part of being me is en-joying school.

4. What is something that has in-spired you to be who you are?

Something that inspires me most to be me is my family.

5. If you could change one thing about the world, what would it be?

The one thing I would change if I could is make everyone equal.

6. What are a few of your favourite things?

Oh, hard question! My favourite things are soccer, pandas and

singing.

7. What is your favourite book right now, and why?

My favourite book right now is "God Knows My Size" by Silvia Tar-niceriu. It is my favourite book be-cause Silvia Tarniceriu smuggled Bibles into Romania and actually went to jail for it.

8. Which subjects in school inter-est you the most?

The subjects that interest me most are Science and Social.

9. What is your honest opinion of sunflowers?

I think they are magnificent, but, I will admit I do find that the name is odd since the flower is mostly black seeds.

10. Thanks for your time, Eva. As a final question, what would you like to tell the readers in order to make their day just a little brighter?

Don't forget to smile; it makes you and the people around you happi-er.

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Student Photo Gallery

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Strings But Not Really - Joshua Wlodarczyk

Photo taken by Deanna Burmatoff, Grade 11

Age of Ultron style

Super Comics

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An Article By Deanna Burmatoff

Hey all! It has been a while since I last wrote up an article… school demands most of my time, and I am sure many of you can relate. But anyways, I had some free time so I thought, why not?

This article will be about scarves. Some of you might remember reading a previous article of mine about belts; this one will be similar. So here we go!

The scarf is a very interesting piece of clothing. At times, it has a very logical use: it is a neck warmer. At other times, it just seems silly. However, some fashionistas might disagree, saying it adds certain flair to an outfit. I myself have tried wearing scarves as a fashion state-ment… but I just haven't found the right scarf to go with my outfit. There are so many different kinds of scarves out there! It's mind-bog-gling! First of all, there is the tradi-tional thick, woolen scarf that of-

ten comes to mind for many people. (For some reason, I always imagine a scarf as being grey or red… but that might just be me). Then there is a thinner scarf, made of silk, fabric, cloth, or any other material I suppose. Those are the basic types, though they are used in many different ways and for dif-ferent reasons.

The history of the scarf begins in Ancient Rome, where the garment was used to keep clean rather than warm. In Latin it was called the su-darium, which translates to English as a "sweat cloth". It was used to wipe sweat from the neck and face in hot weather. (Bleh, that's a little bit… gross. Imagine how it must smell ater-actually, no, don't imagine that). These "sweat cloths" were usually worn by men, and tied around the neck or to their belt. Women soon got their hands on these and started wear-ing them, thought theirs were made of cloth rather than wool or silk. Ever since then, the scarf has been fashionable among women;

according to Wikipedia, that is.

Cloth scarves have also been evi-dent in Chinese history, where they were used to identify officers or the rank of Chinese warriors. In later times, scarves were also worn by soldiers in Croatia, where officers had silk scarves whilst the other ranks were stuck with cotton scarves. Is it said that from men's scarves the necktie was invented. Makes sense once you think about it.

Continuing on to the modern times, scarves have made a real come-back. Thanks to many celebrities starting fashion trends, the sales of scarves has gone up. Hooray for the stores! And the scarf-makers! And the scarf-buyers! We can now buy celebrity-first accessories for an arm and a leg! Yay! Anyways, moving on.

The scarf is used for many different things. In colder climates, it is fre-quently worn around the neck and used to keep warm. In drier, dusti-

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er climates, a thin headscarf, ban-danna, or kerchief is oten worn over the eyes, nose, and mouth to keep hair clean and airways clear of debris. (This reminds me of the Wild West cowboys, or camel riders in the desert.)

Scarves are also a part of the Jew-ish and Islamic dress code. Married Jewish women wear a tichel to cover their hair, and Jewish men commonly wear the Tallit for prayers, which they wrap around their head to recite the blessing of the Tallit. Many Muslim women wear a headscarf oten known as a hijab or khimar, and Muslim men usually wear the Keffiyeh. Several Christian denominations include a scarf known as a Stole as part of their 'public worship' garments.

Silk scarves were used by early pi-lots who flew open-cockpit planes to keep the oily smoke from the ex-haust out of their mouths while fly-ing. Pilots of closed cockpit aircrat also wore silk scarves, but as a pre-ventative to neck chafing. Fighter pilots especially used these, since they were constantly turning their heads from side to side watching enemy aircrat. Today, wearing scarves has become a tradition, with military flight crews oten wearing scarves with unit insignia and emblems to carry on the her-itage.

Aside from these aforementioned scarves and various customs, scarves have had many other uses as well. Some are tied around the waist as a belt, some can be used as a leash, and others can be used to "do away with" an unwanted person in a violent manner. I shall let you use your imagination. Be-cause really, the use for scarves is unlimited once you put your mind to it!

Now for some fun facts about scarves.

- Students in the United Kingdom traditionally wear academic scarves with unique combinations of striped colours that identify their particular university or col-lege.

- Scouts wear different coloured scarves as part of their uniform, with logos to represent their scout groups. 'Fun scarves' are used as souvenirs from Scout events and are oten traded at international gatherings.

- Football fans and supporters across the world traditionally wear coloured scarves, even in warmer climates. These scarves may con-tain pictures of renowned players and various slogans or words. Sometimes fans will perform a

'scarf wall' in which all supporters in a section of the stadium will stretch out their scarves above their heads with both hands, creat-ing an impressive 'wall' of colour. A 'scarf twirl' or 'twirly' is created when a group of fans twirl the scarves above their heads, making a 'blizzard' of colour.

- Knitting and crocheting scarves is an important trade in some coun-tries, and also a pastime in others. These knitted scarves are oten giv-en as gits. I have tried my hand at crocheting; however, my creations never seem to look like the ones in the stores. They make it look so easy…

- Now I am coming to my favourite part. There is a certain ridiculously long, oddly striped monstrosity that a certain people have claimed as an icon to their favourite TV Show, Doctor Who. That monstrosi-ty is the Fourth Doctor's scarf. This distinctive scarf was created acci-dentally; the costume designer had given the knitter too much wool

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An Article

By Adley Soames

The smart meter is something be-ing introduced all over the province; it is a new way for the electric company to read how much electricity a home is using. These smart meters are much higher tech than the old power me-ters and are quickly replacing all the old ones. This seems like a rather everyday upgrade; new electronics arrive constantly in our day and age. However, a large group of people are very opposed to the installment of smart meters, explaining that they threaten our health and privacy. These argu-ments have shown a lot of proof, so I believe they are worth taking a look at.

Although cancer is not fully under-stood, it is scientifically unaccept-able to deny the connection be-tween cell phones and cancer. Glioma cancer forms behind the ear, where cell phones are held; since cell phones have become popular, this previously rare cancer has become an epidemic. So we al-ready know that RF emissions are dangerous. The instructions on a cell phone even explain that the device should be held at least an inch away from the head. But how dangerous are smart meters? Stud-ies show that the smart meter emits around 200 µW/cm2, where-as the cell-phone stays bellow 3 µW/cm2. This makes the smart me-ter a big concern in my opinion. If cell phones can make cancer an epidemic, then smart meters will do a lot more damage. People who

have been exposed to these smart meters can testify to symptoms such as: neurological impairment, ear pain, hearing problems, breathing dysfunctions, chest pains, heart ailments, burning s k i n , s l e e p d i s t u r b a n c e s , headaches, depression, vision troubles, blood pressure changes, autism, and neurodegenerative diseases. These health concerns have caused a number of countries to outlaw smart meters entirely. This to me proves that smart me-ters should not be accepted in Canada.

Not only do the smart meters seem rather unhealthy, they also threat-en our privacy. The smart meter can communicate with any new appliance through wireless signals. This information is sent to the power company, which they ob-serve whenever they like. They will be able to tell when specific appli-ances are being used, when you're home or not and exactly what types of electronics you use most.

Such surveillance and health is-sues should not be shrugged off or ignored. Even if we do choose to accept the installment of smart meters, I believe it is important to understand the cost. Thank you for reading.

than was necessary. The knitter then unknowingly used up all the wool she had been given, thus cre-ating this extensive piece of neck-wear.

- Aside from Doctor Who, another famous scarf is the one Benedict Cumberbatch wears in Sherlock. And I am sure there are many other famous scarves out there aside from my knowledge; however Google refuses to give me the in-formation that I need… Oh well…

- There are so many ways to tie a scarf. Like, seriously. There's the pussy-cat bow, the square knot, the cowboy bib, the ascot knot, the loop, the necktie, the gypsy ker-chief, etc. etc. Whew! I'm done. For now.

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An Article By Taria Soames

Last week, a Muslim woman from Quebec went to court to try to get her car back ater it was taken. One of her sons was driving the car with a suspended license; in most cases the board will keep the car for a month. If someone wants to get the car back sooner, then they have to appear in court. This is what Rania El-Alloul was trying to do: she was appearing before the judge Elian Marengo in a Quebec court.

El-Alloul appeared in front of the judge. Marengo proceeded to ask why she was wearing a scarf on her head. She replied that it was be-cause she was Muslim. Marengo took a thirty minute recess. When she returned, she told El-Alloul that she had a choice: remove her headscarf immediately or apply for a postponement so that she could consult a lawyer. El-Alloul said that she could not afford a lawyer and that she didn't want to postpone the case. Marengo then adjourned the case.

In an interview, El-Alloul claimed, "I felt that I'm not Canadian any-more. When she insisted I should remove my hijab (headscarf), real-ly I felt like she was talking with me as ... not a human being. I don't want this thing to happen to any other lady. This is not the work of a judge. She doesn't deserve to be a judge."

Annie-Claude Bergeron is a spokesperson for the chief judge of the Quebec court. She states that "it's up to the judge to apply or in-

terpret the law the way they see it." But if that's the case, can the judge order everyone to come to court not wearing any clothes? Or come covered in paint? How is one to put a limit on such a lenient rule?

Judge Marengo cited article 13 of the court of Quebec, which says, "Any person appearing before the court must be suitably dressed." The article makes no reference to headscarves or any other gar-ments.

Sameer Zuberi is a board member with the Canadian Muslim forum. He says "this is really just a no-brainer. The judge should have known better. It's not the first time somebody walks into a courtroom with a religious dress. Jews, men who wear the kippa, have been here for decades and they've cer-tainly been involved in a court-room setting."

This is not just an issue of religion and law; this is a person, and this woman's human rights were vio-lated. No judge should have the authority to say or make rules of that sort. The Declaration of Hu-man Rights has many points at

which this can be seen:

§ All human beings are born free and equal in dignity and rights. They are endowed with reason and conscience and should act towards one another in a spirit of brother-hood.

§ Everyone is entitled to all the rights and freedoms set forth in this Declaration, without distinc-tion of any kind, such as race, colour, sex, language, religion, po-litical or other opinion, national or social origin, property, birth or oth-er status. Furthermore, no distinc-tion shall be made on the basis of the political, jurisdictional or inter-national status of the country or territory to which a person belongs, whether it be indepen-dent, trust, non-self-governing or under any other limitation of sovereignty.

§ All are equal before the law and are entitled without any discrimi-nation to equal protection of the law. All are entitled to equal pro-tection against any discrimination in violation of this Declaration and against any incitement to such dis-crimination.

- The Declaration of Human Rights.

Sources:

http://www.cbc.ca/news/canada/montreal/quebec-judge-wouldn-t-hear-case -of-woman-wearing-hijab-1.2974282 http://www.un.org/en/documents/udhr/

Note: this is not an image of the woman mentioned in the article.

The Matter of A Life; not an Issue

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I Kept Your Note

A Short Story By Jennica Wlodarczyk

Sometimes I forget that the voices I manipulated were all named, all individualized. It gets hard to dis-tinguish between sorcery and forgery ater too many years of in-termixing the two. My power is one that is known throughout all the land. Those with mottled intelli-gence call it magic -- the fact of the matter is that I have been gited with the ability to harness chemi-ca l s a n d u n l o c k t h e i r t r u e potential. I am able to give and take life, to dull or sharpen the mind. What makes this power all the more alluring is that I am its sole master. I am unmatched in my prowess. How can you fault a man for twisting the strongest of magics without proper training? As I gaze out onto my land, Duen-na, a city I built from the empiric abilities within my mind, I'm struck with a sudden most brilliant, won-drous thought. Rain strikes the windowpane only inches away from my eyes. Out of everything I can control and all that I believe, only the weather is beyond my reach. Sunny days and blankets of snow are not mine to break or bend. As the rain creates a glaze-like sheen over blue-barked durst trees, I wonder why my powers have never extended to this atmo-spheric height. Perhaps, with the right practice and formulas, I'd easily be able to bend the wind to

do my bidding. The thought makes me frown.Perchance some things are better let alone. I think to myself before stepping away from the window and draping a musty-smelling cur-tain across its glaring surface. I can't help but think about the countless lazarettos lining the streets of Duenna. A booming number of quarantine hospitals have recently sprouted across the city, all thanks to an introduced virus brought in by an unhealthy genetically altered fruit; one of my inventions. I'm the reason my people are dy-ing. Me. My eyes wander to the solid durst wood chest in the corner of my of-fice that holds too many broken hearts to count. Letters. The chest is filled with letters. Sandra McKandry. Alex Findlater. Eric Kim. I've memorized their names. There are three hundred and forty-eight in total. Civilians, all of them. Thanking me for the changes made to their society. Thanking me for the brutal disease I ripped from their children. Thanking me for being a good per-son. In the midst of this power, this cor-rupt, cold-hearted blasphemy against the very laws of nature, I have kept each and every thank-you letter. It's like a sort of penance. Maybe, if I don't forget the terrible monster that I am, no one else will get hurt in my wake. But it's a lie. Too many lies. They all crowd my head like crows around a decaying carcass. Unfor-giving, unashamed in their tor-ment. I deserve each moment of my tor-

ment. Years ago, back when I was just a boy, Duenna was a thriving village. Babies were born while the elderly died in peace, and at each event, a village-wide celebration took place. Both life and death were seen as the start of a fruitful jour-ney, and the people in between spent their days weaving and singing and exporting figs to the capital city. No one was rich, no one was poor, and the whole place ran on a rhythmic beat resembling a heart in love. But then I turned eighteen, and with that age came a frightening set of knowledge and powers. I re-alized that I -- only I -- could make Duenna a better place. A safer place. Off with the laughing wom-en in long-sleeved saris. Off with the men with minds for family. I would create a stable economy, a world without plague. Not only did I destroy my dream-like society, but I inflicted a new kind of pain upon those I'd wanted to help. Milky-blue eyes melt in a down-pour of tears. My voice cracks. Not even my office walls can support me. I cry for the ones forgotten, the ones in pain. I cry for every poor, lost soul who still thinks I am a good person. Soon my tears match the rhythm of the rain on my window.

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A Short Story By Taria Soames

My bucket list consisted of some pretty weird things, but fighting a leprechaun was not on it. But it was not going my way; he kept jab-bing at my legs and yelling insults at me in an Irish accent. It also did not help that we were inside a tree. It was a large tree, but I still kept hitting my head and bumping into things.

I should have known Sabur would have sent me on a mission like this on a Wednesday. I winced as I hit my head on a wooden shelf that consisted of a variety of books, some which said: "How to Hide Your Gold" or, "Where's Your Gold?" and even, "Let's Find Some Gold!" The books clattered to the floor as I moved out of the way while the midget in green swung his sword where I had just been. His sword hit the wood with a dull thud.

I checked my wristwatch and called Sabur. "Um, hey Sabur," I said as the little dude got his sword out of the wooden wall. I stepped aside as he charged at me. "I'm gonna need some help."

I head a sigh on the other end. "Fine, I'll send Cass over. She'll be there in five." I disconnected and put my entire mind into fighting the leprechaun. In all honesty I couldn't tell if it was a boy or a girl. I was pretty sure both boy and girl leprechauns had facial hair, but

there was no way to tell without getting close, and I was in no hurry to do that.

Five more minutes, I thought to my-self, as I narrowly missed a fatal blow. The problem was not killing the leprechaun; the problem was to catch it. Everyone time anyone tried to kill a leprechaun it would disappear, so I had to dodge its wary little hands for another five minutes.

It seemed like eternity but finally I saw Cass. She was standing out-side the tree looking confused. I assumed that she couldn't see us because we were in a tree. I p r e s s e d a b u t t o n o n m y wristwatch. A loud beeping noise sounded from it. I'm sure Cass heard it because she looked up and all around her. She looked at her wristwatch and started coming closer. While I was distracted watching Cass I forgot my happy little leprechaun. I saw out of the corner of my eye that it was charg-ing me (again.) I tried to move out of the way but there was a dresser there. I moved as far as I could but his sword still penetrated my side.

It wasn't a deep cut but it still hurt. I gripped my side and groaned. This was the pain where it got all tingly and you feel lightheaded. I vaguely heard Cass come in the door. Finally. I fell to the floor as gracefully as I could with blood pouring from my side. I used one of my hands to support me as I watched Cass take hold of the lep-rechaun. Hmmm that's weird.

My vision started turning blurry but the last thing I remember was the leprechaun momentarily free-ing himself and hurling a waste basket at me. It hit the desk behind me and landed on my head. It

made me feel more lightheaded as it was a metal wastebasket, I lay down on the floor not caring if there was a wastebasket on my head. I slipped out of conscious-ness, the last conscious thought I had was hoping there was nothing in the waste basket.

"Lil, Lil, you all right?" I heard Cass ask. I sat up wincing at the pain in my side.

"Yea I just got stabbed in the side, I am fine." I say sarcastically. She ig-nores my comment.

"Why do you have a waste basket on your head?"

"Because the desk wouldn't fit." I say still ticked off about what had happened. I lited the waste basket off my head and took a deep breath. Cass gave me a look of un-amusement. No one appreciated my sense of humor around here.

"Maybe you could like help me or something, just a thought." I sug-gested.

"Right, we'll get you back to Sabur." Cass says.

"I can't exactly walk," I say, looking at myself. I can barely sit up. The Leprechaun started to saunter out the door but Cass grabbed it, real-ized she had pine needle bracelets tied around her wrists, that's why the Leprechaun didn't disappear, a simple trick really. I should have thought of that.

"Come on, we'll use the teleporter just this once" She says. We both took our wristwatch and pressed the blue button.

"Allnos-y!" we both said at the same time.

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Weekly LOLCompiled by Jennica Wlodarczyk