LMS+Group+7

toc =Lawson Group 7=

Information


Grade: 6th

Best Vacation: Hawaii, Grand Canyon, Yosemite, Japan

Birth Month: We live in the USA...

Career Goals: Engineer, Athlete

Favorite Band(s): Rubber Band

Favorite Candy: Gummy Worms, gummy etc.

Favorite Food: In-N-Out Double Double

Favorite Soda: Dr. Pepper, Sprite

Favorite Subject: SCHOOL?!

Hobbies/Sports: Tennis, Basketball, Golf, Soccer

Pets: Hamster

Siblings: Nope, can't tell you...

Computer skills: For some people, very limited.

Most Random Thing: N/A yet

Story
The storyteller of Earth, of Lawson Middle School of USA, comes forth to say his tale. The Chief says to the storyteller, "So what is your tale?" The storyteller is thinking to himself that he hopes he won't mess up. "My tale begins like this:

A boy runs to the nearby house of his friend. "Jeff, we got to go home!" "Aw, do I have to?" whined Jeff. "Yes," said, forcefully, by his mother. Jeff gave in. He went with his mother back home. His mother worked for an hospital, and his father worked for an electrical engineering company, so they had no time to cook full-time. Dinner for today was a lean meal, with beans. **BEANS?!?!** Jeff was only five, so he __//**despised**//__ beans. "Do I have to eat it?" "//Yes.//" "Then I'm not going to eat!" "Okay, then... Dinner will be on the table anyways." He didn't eat for 15 minutes. He finally gave in. He was too hungry. He ate quiet and peacefully. After he ate, he went to the bathroom to floss and brush his teeth. After he did that, his mother tucked him in to go to sleep.

That was seven years ago. Now 12 years old, in John F. Kennedy school in Cupertino, California, USA, North America, Earth; he is in 6th grade. He has all As (to tell the truth, he should be in 7th since all his grades are 100%). After walking back home, he felt something was out of place. He opened the door carefully, and burst inside. What in the world is happening, Jeff asks himself. He investigates his house and finds that no one was at home. Oh shoot, Jeff thought to himself. Then he heard a sound. An type of engine was roaring across the road. In fact, it sounded like a car engine. The sound of the mysterious engine stopped. He heard voices. He heard car doors open and slammed closed. Who could this be? He opens the door and... It was his parents and his older sister!

"Wha...?" said a confused Jeff.

"Your sister got accepted to Stanford!" exclaimed his mother.

"Stanford?!"

"See how talented I am?" bragged his sister.

He would not expect his sister to get a scholarship to Stanford. He himself wanted to go to the big universities. He was the ambitious type of person, which would help him later on life.

The next day, he woke up and grabbed his backpack to bike to school. His bike was the best known even to research and theory. He was biking until a black Hummer H3 Alpha honked a horn at Jeff. What do they want with me? thought Jeff, while stopping. A Secret Service agent stepped out of the Hummer.

"Are you Jeff Blair?" asked the agent.

"Yes," replied Jeff.

"Come with me, Jeff."

"Um... Sure."

After he went inside, the Secret Service agent discussed with Jeff what in the world what was going on.

"You are selected for helping the US Government to solve global issues."

"Is this some contest or something?" asked Jeff, looking around.

"No. This is __//**not**//__ a contest. The Oval Office personally selected you to help us."

"I don't know the president," said Jeff.

And they continued driving to the Secret Service Headquarters. They have to first scan him so they could verify he did not possess any type of firearm. Jeff felt uncomfortable being poked around by the anonymous Secret Service agents. Then, he went to the Secret Service CEO's office. He was to be debriefed there.

"Hello, Jeff. I am Edmund Ward, CEO of the Secret Service."

"Okay. So... What do I have to do?"

"Not that fast yet, Jeff. Let's tell you about what Department you will work for."

Mr. Ward opened the screen and a computer screen appeared.

"You will work in a Department called the Department of the United Nations Objective Counter-Terrorism and Global Defense and Global Prosperity, or DoUNOCT&GD&GP."

"That's a pretty long name," remarked Jeff.

"Yes, I know," said Mr. Ward. "You will fight against global issues."

"Isn't this like... black ops?" asked Jeff.

"No. The United Nations supports this department, so this is not illegal."

"Um... Okay..."

"You will work with different people, and you will be manager of this department."

"M..m...m... Me?" stammered Jeff.

"Yes. I am not lying or joking."

"Um... Sure."

"Your first objective today is to catch a cyber-terrorist: Yaret Gearet. He has hacked almost every government system in the world. He is very dangerous to our world, so, if you catch him, you will receive a pay raise. You will be provided with a squadron. Session dismissed."

Jeff went to his department. Wow, he thought. He would be the manager of a major department that would be against global issues.

Once he got there, he found that his office was pretty large. He had five people working on the computers to try to pinpoint Gearet's position. He had a squad of 20 on the ready. He also was provided eight SWAT teams, and 30 undercover agents currently on the job. I am going to catch this guy... thought Jeff.

Now twenty years old, Jeff is head of the Department of the Defense of USA. He has sucessfully completed 3,952,684 missions to boot. He now has almost "repealed" all the problems in the world. He is now currently the youngest Head of Department of Defense. The only problem left was Ggeiigje Sigaet, on large and most murderous terrorist in the world, and that even Osama Bin Laden was afraid of him (by the way, Osama Bin Laden is retired now, so...).

They were sent to military airport, where they would be sent to Afghanistan, and hunt down Ggeiigje Sigaet. He would also have support from other counter-terrorism supporter countries. They got into the army helicopter (which was filled with specialists of all kind), and flew off to their destination. Everything was smooth so far. This is quiet, thought Jeff, too quiet. They were flying fine until a anti-air missile hit the tail rotor of the CH-53E Super Stallion.

Questions
1. Think of plot—is it original? (If an adaptation, is it creative or interesting to you?)

2. Think about problems that the characters face. Are there complications that add enough suspense, tension, or interest? Is there a climax that satisfies you? Is the resolution satisfying? What could be added or changed?

3. Think of characterization—are the characters life-like? Are characters likable and enjoyable? Do we get a good sense of character from many of these: description, dialogue, narrator's opinion, discussion from other characters, the character’s own actions?

4. Think of imagery and details. Do they help you //see// and //hear// and //experience// the story?

5. What areas of the story need the most improvement?