The Director sent Jeremy and I to Washington this morning. We were brought on to a private jet...which was totally awesome! Instead of looking like a regular airport "lined-up seats" we had an actual living room inside the jet. How awesome is that? There was a flat screen, some really huge and comfy sofas, a coffee table, magazines, a tennis table. How freaking awesome is that?
Of course, there is always a catch. What is it? Well...i dont know yet. The Director hasn't called us yet to assign us of our mission. But i just cant help wondering, are we gonna steal something from a really powerful person, or are we gonna kill some really powerful dude. I dont know. What i do know is that this would be a really tricky mission.
The Director usually sends only one Ghost out to kill or steal or...whatever messy job he assigns us to do and usually pays us big for it. NOTE: He only sends one Ghost. Flashback: He sent Jeremy and me. Goodness! And guess how much he's willing to pay us? 100,000 freaking u.s. dollars. How awesome and cool is that? This is the largest sum of money ever payed to me. I mean, usually people just pay me like...lets say....5,000 to 20,000 just to do some butt-kicking. Yeah, thats what i do. I kick asses. Not really kick...i kill sometimes too. Hey! Dont look at me that way. Its my job. It sucks, actually. Since im a Ghost and i can read minds, well...it sucks, really. As soon as you get to the killing part, you can read your victims thoughts about you. Its usually the same thing: This is the end; Im going to die; After all that i've done in this world this is how it all ends; I hope my enemies would burn in hell with me; Who's gonna take care of my family?; Goodbye world! I'm going to miss wanting to blow you up!; Oh bye, bye Miss American Pie! Drove my chevy to the levy...; You get it. Those kind of thoughts.
But dude, i actually get money for killing these people. Usually their all bad guys, so hey, im saving a couple of hundred lives here. You should be thanking me! Oh and did i mention the big bucks they pay me for killing those son-of-a-bastards? Hah! I get to kill bad guys and get to buy myself some reallllyyy awesome things! Like what? Well...like...MP3's, books, music, magazines, gadgets, a dog...scratch that last one out. Holly doesnt want us having dogs in our super-top-secret-Ghost-Headquarters. Although i love you guys very much, i really can't tell you where our house is. 'Cause you see, there might be a 50 percentage that you are actually a Fear. Dont know what a Fear is? Look it up at my first blog: Introduction! Gosh, dont people know where to start reading?
Okay, listen up! A minute ago, while i was typing, the Skull of the Phoenix started aching, really, really bad. (Read Blog #3: Finding an Awesome Name) Has in really aching. No actually not aching. There is no words to describe this unbelievable pain. As i was typing, i felt this kind of heat at the back of my neck, so i stood up and raced to the bathroom. But it was locked.
"Hey!" Jeremy said from inside the bathroom. Did i mention that i was sharing a hotel room with him? Goodness, that brother of mine! "Didn't anyone teach you to respect the privacy of other people?"
"Ugh!" I said, the pain on the back of my neck started to increase. "What are you doing inside there anyway? Washing your butt?"
All of a sudden, Jeremy yanked the door open. I noticed that he was really angry...and in...pain...? I could see that his neck was red. Goodness, did he feel it too?
"What happened to your neck, Natalie?" he asked me. What? Was my neck red too? Well, it must be burning from the inside.
Then, i felt a pain so excruciating that i crumpled down to the floor, Jeremy felt it too. He went down beside me. We were lying on the floor, screaming and writhing in pain for what seemed like 2 hours, which turned out to be only 20 seconds.
I just got a call as i was updating this blog. It was from Holly. The same things happened to the rest of the Phoenix. They also started writing in pain a few moments ago, and called just to check up. Holly also phoned Becca, Chase, and Marie, who were also on different missions. The same things happened to them. What the hell is going on?
This blog is coming from your truly, Natalie Newton John. And no, to all my friendly readers who emailed me and asked if there should put a dash between Newton and John. Newton is my middle name which makes me: Natalie Kristy N. John. Kapeesh?
Anyway, this blog is coming to you straight from Washington wishing that this freaking-worth-a-hundred-thousand-dollar-mission would be finished right before Christmas happens. I'd also like to thank all my faithful readers, even though i just started blogging last week, you guys jumped right in. If you have any questions, please do NOT comment. Please send your questions or messages DIRECTLY to me and i shall answer some ON my blog or just send a Direct Message to you. Email: aerdna19@gmail.com
Thanks people!!!
-Natalie
Of course, there is always a catch. What is it? Well...i dont know yet. The Director hasn't called us yet to assign us of our mission. But i just cant help wondering, are we gonna steal something from a really powerful person, or are we gonna kill some really powerful dude. I dont know. What i do know is that this would be a really tricky mission.
The Director usually sends only one Ghost out to kill or steal or...whatever messy job he assigns us to do and usually pays us big for it. NOTE: He only sends one Ghost. Flashback: He sent Jeremy and me. Goodness! And guess how much he's willing to pay us? 100,000 freaking u.s. dollars. How awesome and cool is that? This is the largest sum of money ever payed to me. I mean, usually people just pay me like...lets say....5,000 to 20,000 just to do some butt-kicking. Yeah, thats what i do. I kick asses. Not really kick...i kill sometimes too. Hey! Dont look at me that way. Its my job. It sucks, actually. Since im a Ghost and i can read minds, well...it sucks, really. As soon as you get to the killing part, you can read your victims thoughts about you. Its usually the same thing: This is the end; Im going to die; After all that i've done in this world this is how it all ends; I hope my enemies would burn in hell with me; Who's gonna take care of my family?; Goodbye world! I'm going to miss wanting to blow you up!; Oh bye, bye Miss American Pie! Drove my chevy to the levy...; You get it. Those kind of thoughts.
But dude, i actually get money for killing these people. Usually their all bad guys, so hey, im saving a couple of hundred lives here. You should be thanking me! Oh and did i mention the big bucks they pay me for killing those son-of-a-bastards? Hah! I get to kill bad guys and get to buy myself some reallllyyy awesome things! Like what? Well...like...MP3's, books, music, magazines, gadgets, a dog...scratch that last one out. Holly doesnt want us having dogs in our super-top-secret-Ghost-Headquarters. Although i love you guys very much, i really can't tell you where our house is. 'Cause you see, there might be a 50 percentage that you are actually a Fear. Dont know what a Fear is? Look it up at my first blog: Introduction! Gosh, dont people know where to start reading?
Okay, listen up! A minute ago, while i was typing, the Skull of the Phoenix started aching, really, really bad. (Read Blog #3: Finding an Awesome Name) Has in really aching. No actually not aching. There is no words to describe this unbelievable pain. As i was typing, i felt this kind of heat at the back of my neck, so i stood up and raced to the bathroom. But it was locked.
"Hey!" Jeremy said from inside the bathroom. Did i mention that i was sharing a hotel room with him? Goodness, that brother of mine! "Didn't anyone teach you to respect the privacy of other people?"
"Ugh!" I said, the pain on the back of my neck started to increase. "What are you doing inside there anyway? Washing your butt?"
All of a sudden, Jeremy yanked the door open. I noticed that he was really angry...and in...pain...? I could see that his neck was red. Goodness, did he feel it too?
"What happened to your neck, Natalie?" he asked me. What? Was my neck red too? Well, it must be burning from the inside.
Then, i felt a pain so excruciating that i crumpled down to the floor, Jeremy felt it too. He went down beside me. We were lying on the floor, screaming and writhing in pain for what seemed like 2 hours, which turned out to be only 20 seconds.
I just got a call as i was updating this blog. It was from Holly. The same things happened to the rest of the Phoenix. They also started writing in pain a few moments ago, and called just to check up. Holly also phoned Becca, Chase, and Marie, who were also on different missions. The same things happened to them. What the hell is going on?
This blog is coming from your truly, Natalie Newton John. And no, to all my friendly readers who emailed me and asked if there should put a dash between Newton and John. Newton is my middle name which makes me: Natalie Kristy N. John. Kapeesh?
Anyway, this blog is coming to you straight from Washington wishing that this freaking-worth-a-hundred-thousand-dollar-mission would be finished right before Christmas happens. I'd also like to thank all my faithful readers, even though i just started blogging last week, you guys jumped right in. If you have any questions, please do NOT comment. Please send your questions or messages DIRECTLY to me and i shall answer some ON my blog or just send a Direct Message to you. Email: aerdna19@gmail.com
Thanks people!!!
-Natalie
