my story

hey this is a story i wrote for my bloghomework and i think i did a pretty good job so enjoy.

Sunken Dreams

Today I received a notice from the bank. As I opened the letter I feared the worst, it said:

Dear Mr. Herbert Johnson

We are very sorry to inform you that you owe the bank a total sum of 2,000 dollars. This debt has been accumulating since January 1931 to December 1932. If you do not pay the bank this amount by the end of the week we will be forced to foreclose your home and to file bankruptcy.

                                                                                                              Sincerely Mr. Edgar Watson

I had known this day was coming for many years; the depression had not been easy on me or my wife Martha. We tried to keep up our lives of decadence after I had lost my job as an underwater archeologist. It seemed that people stopped caring about the world’s history when they started running out of money. To ease the pain I went down to the bookstore. In light of the bank’s letter I would not buy a book but instead just read it. When I got to the book store I went straight to the adventure section which for some reason had always interested me. As I walked down the long aisle I did not see any books that interested me until about halfway through I spotted a peculiar looking one. The books name was SunkenTtreasure, The story immediately interested me. It was about a young sailor named Carl Gustaff whose boat had set out on an expedition to find a treasure lying in the depth of the Caribbean. I looked at my watch; it was almost time for dinner, I had to leave. Despite my financial situation I just had to buy the book.

 I can’t believe my luck, Doctor Donald Anderson from the Museum Of Natural History just called me and urged me to join his expedition to find the sunken Spanish galleon Santa Maria. At the end of our conversation he promised me a life of luxury if I found the ship and the treasure in it.

When I got back home I told my wife of the recent activities that had happened. She was thrilled to hear that I had obtained a new job but worried that I might not find the treasure. After dinner I assured her that I would find the treasure and then went to bed. The next day I woke up early and said goodbye to my wife. When I got aboard the docks, I was greeted by a fellow named Albert Becker who took me too the ship. Onboard were only 4 sailors, one named Albert Becker ,the skipper, Emile Gunter the first mate, Gertrude Stein the second mate, Jonathan Coleman the captain, and of course,  me. Before we left the captain called me up to the bridge where he proceeded to give me a copy of the map. By noon we had set sail and left the docks. During the rest of the day, I studied the map closely and pinpointed its exact location. The next morning I woke up and the captain had called everyone up to the deck, once there he told us that there was going to be a storm coming near where the sunken ship was. He then asked us if we still wanted to keep on going, we all said yes. I could see the skies darkening by six it looked like it was midnight. I could hear thunder clapping all around us, every minute the wave s got larger and larger. The dizziness made me block out the madness happening around me, suddenly a huge wave hit me and I was thrown violently to the ground. A second wave slid me across the deck then all I could see was a bright light and people shouting at me. The next thing I know I was back in my cabin with Albert Becker sitting next to me. I asked him what happened and he told me about the two huge waves. After a few hours of resting I left and went up to the bridge the Jonathan told me that he was going to remove me from the expedition. After much deliberation I got a deal that I will only go on the deck when he says it is safe and if I get hurt one more time I would leave immediately.

By my calculations we would get to the shipwreck by tomorrow. The rest of the day I stayed in my cabin thinking about my life and what would happen if I didn’t find the treasure. The day was as horrible as the last stormy and dark, because of my restrictions I could not go outside so I went to sleep. The next day we arrived at the place where I had calculated that the sunkenship was, so we put out the search gear. We searched for hours and we found nothing, we even sent down some divers but still nothing. After the day had ended we gave up and headed back home. When I went to my cabin I fell to the ground and started crying. After a few minutes I got myself back together and went to the deck determined to find the sunken ship. When I got out I looked out the side of the deck, then suddenly a huge wave knocked me overboard. I was in the water trying to get out, I looked around me and saw a huge ship right under me. Then suddenly something grabbed me by the shirt and pull me back to the ship, it was Albert he had dived into the water to save me. When they pulled us both back up Jonathan was on the deck shouting at me because he had told me not to go out on the deck. Then I told them about what I had seen and then Jonathan pulled me up and hugged me, all the men started cheering and laughing. Afterwards we got divers to go down to retrieve the gold. I received 40 percent of the winnings because I had discovered it. As the page ended I saw that it was only a book. I had never left the book store and I was still going to be bankrupt.

My Winter Break

For my winter break I went to Mexico (mostly Mexico City), there I had a lot of fun because I got to see my hometown and visit my family. When I arrived Mexico I was greeted by my grandparents and my sister (who had already been there for about two weeks). After that I fell a sleep right away because I had to take a twelve-hour trip to get there. After the first few days where we were dazed from jetlag and just settling into our house in Mexico we started went to visit the museum of tolerance which had just opened a couple of weeks ago in the center of the city.  To be honest the museum was kid of traumatizing but also really informative and makes you think about society and how we just let these genocides happen and not do anything until after the damage has been done.

A few days later we went to Cuernavaca; a city where many people got to avoid all the pollution and sometimes cold whether that Mexico City has. There we celebrated Christmas as we usually do with a turkey and some Mexican foods. While in Cuernavaca we also went to some pyramids that had been constructed by the Tlacuilos six hundred years ago. I found that really interesting because I only lived there until I was three and only went to school in other countries, I’ve never learnt that much about Mexican history. The days in between Christmas and new-years were really boring because my dad had to go do something about his work so we didn’t do anything. But new-years was really awesome because we went to this really fancy hotel called Nikko near Chapultepec (a park in Mexico where Maximilian used to live) and while there we went to visit the park which is full of monuments, ponds, trees and even an old palace. On new-years eve we went to a restaurant in the hotel and stayed until 12:00 and at that exact time we heard all fireworks and trumpets that people were using and overall it was just amazing. But after new-years we had to leave so I said good-bye to my family and got on the plane back to Caracas.

Oh, hey there

Where do I even start?! So imagine you’re a typical 13 year old boy, who’s about to start high school with his four best friends (arguably an important time in your life) when suddenly your parents drop the ‘M’ word: MOVING! So I guess you’re wondering where I moved to? Venezuela (not to be confused with Vuvuzela) For all you morons out there, its NOT in Central America or the Caribbean, its in the South America. And yes, we do have TV’s and no I don't live in a hut and survive off of fire.


Now, I guess you’re asking yourself who this whinny blogger is? Well, excuse my manners, I haven’t properly introduced myself. My name is... Herbert hahah gotcha, I’m not really going to tell you my real name. However, what I am going to say is that according to my older sister, she named me and therefore owns my soul (clearly I have great siblings) I speak English and Spanish et un peut du Francaise. I like every sport that includes a board except surfing, I play the guitar and the recorder. Being the musical genius that I am, I used to be in a band with my friend called ‘Flaming Inferno’ you can guess what type of music we played.

Now that you somewhat know what type of person I am I guess I’ll tell you what I’m going to write in here. Mainly I’m going to talk about sports, music, compare movies and talk about current events. This blog will NOT have a main topic it’s basically going to be random thoughts and things about of the world we live in. I am not conceited but I believe that I am one of the greatest thinkers of my generation. This is your first and last reason to read my blog. To conclude, I want to let all of my readers know that I indeed am great, and that reading this blog will not only entertain and inform you, but it might help you grow back hair.