This Friday, I sold SIX gyros at the masjid, and THREE Ale-8’s! I forgot the plastic wrap and aluminum foil though, but I still made thirty dollars! (I had to use the masjid’s napkins) And then I found another TWENTY dollar bill in my sock drawer! My dad said that I have to make a hundred dollars, and then I could buy the Phantom 3 Standard, and I’m more than halfway through! I just need fifty more dollars, and then Vvvvvvvrooom! I’ll be flying my drone like Chuck Yeager and breaking the sound barrier!
There once lived a stingy brat named Kiara. Everyday, as soon as he opened his eyes, he screamed, “WHATS FOR BREAKFAST?” The scream was louder than 500 decibels, and was so high pitched, that even dogs couldn’t hear. Every servant in the household was deaf, thanks to over ten years of Kiara screaming in the morning. They knew by Kiara banging on the floor that he was awake and was hungry. They secretly called him Hungry Kiara behind his back. Every day, Kiara would eat all of the food in the house, and wouldn’t even feed his “slaves” (That’s what he called his loyal servants). They had to sneak out of the house to the local restaurant, and they would stay there until the manager of the fast food store told them that he could hear high pitched screaming from a house a block away. Then the servants had to run over to Kiara’s “mansion”, which was really a couple of rags held up by some sticks. Kiara took up half of the house. The servants where the ones who had to support the whole “mansion”. They had to pay the homeless bill, a bill for homeless people that had shacks in a parking lot.
One day, a thirteen year old boy named Sully was flying his DJI Mavic Pro above the parking lot. He had earned $999 dollars selling food downtown, and bought the drone himself. The drone could go more than fifty miles an hour, and Sully raced people with his drone all the time, winning lots of money, both for taking pictures, and for racing other people’s drones. Sully turned the camera downwards, and saw shack in the middle a parking lot held up by sticks. There were about three people running around it, being chased, not even by a human, but a huge yellow beach ball. No wait, it was a human, but it was so heavy, the thing was bouncing around like a real beach ball, chasing the peoples. “TRAITORS!” It shouted. Sully accidentally deployed his anti-gun-missiles, which he only used if people were trying to shoot down his drone. It wasn’t his fault. It was the loudness of the scream that scared him. Four missiles popped out of the drones bottom, and fired up. They shot out of there holsters and aimed at the fat waddling heap of blubber. They exploded in its face, spraying blubber and fat everywhere. There was not even any blood, just yellow stuff flying through the air. The servants spotted Sully, and jogged over. “Thank you very much! You have killed our worst enemy, and now we are free humans!” Sully was so quizzical, he almost didn’t notice when the drone almost crashed into a light pole. He went home, found out that his drone had been recording the whole scene, and then put the video on youtube for everyone to see. It become the top grossing video’s of all time, but didn’t make any money.
Its Ramadan. Every Saturday, we (me and my family) go to the local masjid, to break our fast, and to eat dinner and pray Magrib. After dinner, my two brothers and I walk over to the musaluh, so we can fight the “Duh duh heads” I call them. There are four boys, which names all start with an ‘A’. Their names are:
Adnan (The soccer dude who teams up with Audil, the chum-bucket)
Arif (The sometimes-peaceful-crazy-lunatic)
Afif (The phone crazy duh duh head)
Audil (The chum-bucket)
Crazy? But they are all brothers! Adnan is Afif’s brother, and Arif is Audil’s brother. Sometimes, we play dodge-ball with them. There is another family with three boys that usually come over, and they are super-fair, but I don’t know why they don’t come, since its way more fun to play dodge-ball with them. Last time I went to the masjid, they beat me up, and broke the frame of my glasses, and I had to get new ones. I had to beat them up badly, so I could get revenge for them breaking my glasses, but I have to wait until every Saturday, because that’s when the masjid has Iftar. On Eid, they give out toys or games to the kids, but the older kids get gift-cards. I hope I get a gift-card or like three-hundred dollars. I need the money to save up for my quad-copter! Well, I really hope I get revenge. I’ll probably smash their heads in, enough to make them stay away from me. Just joking!
My family and me drove to Cove Springs Upper Park, so I could fly my drone. I jumped out of the car, excited to show off my quadcopter to Grandpa. I imagined him cowering under the propellers of the drone.
I ran over to the field. One side of the huge foot-ball size field was tall grass, the grass about two feet tall, land the other side was cut. I made sure not to get too close to the power-line. I took off of the grass. I was recording a video, luckily. The drone rose into the air. I should have known where the return home button was before I started flying, or how to stop the propellers. I rose about fifty feet in the air, and then did a front flip. Then I pressed the forward switch, and the quadcopter started to fly away from me! I tried to fly the other way, but nothing worked! The quadcopter was clearly wasn’t listening to me. I tried to turn toward me, but it wouldn’t work. It must have gone past the radio range! I ran after it. There was a huge treeline that surrounded the upper park, and the quadcopter started flying toward it. I tried everything I could. The video disconnected. The drone flew over the treeline, and away from me. The battery could only last less than ten minutes, so it must have not gone far. But there was MILES of trees to travel over. I though it must have landed in a neighborhood. I wish I had put a tracking device on it, so I could track it and get the drone back. When we got home, I had looked everywhere on the park for the quadcopter, but couldn’t find it. This was my first drone flyaway. In the morning, I wrote a letter to MJX, and asked them for either a refund or a replacement drone. Now, I’m going to save up for a DJI Phantom Standard 3, because its way easier to fly. I only have to save 247 dollars more. Hopefully, I can find the drone, and send it back to the MJX company, and they will give me a refund for the drone, which was 130 dollars. Then I will only have 117 dollars to save. That I can easily accomplish by selling ten books, or by teaching my sister piano. I get 48 dollars a month. Plus, I teach a kid named Lucas scratch, 7 dollars an hour. I bet I can do this…
I am saving up for a Quadcopter. Its $129.99, but I already have $54.75, so all I need is 85.24 left. I can just sell nine books or more of my Witch’s Curse, and I can buy the Quadcopter! On Flash, I made a banner for the table I’m going to set up outside in our front lawn. Here is what is says:
Hopefully, I can print out one big one and tape it to a stick, so that when people pass by in their cars, they can see what I’m doing. Last time I was selling my book in the front lawn, I sold my Veggie-Boys book, about ten of them, but I only need nine, and this is a different book with a more awesome cover, so I bet I can sell fifteen copies or more.
The Quadcopter is really awesome. Here is the link to the drone: https://www.amazon.com/DeeXop-Babrit-Quadcopter-Remote-Control-Camera/dp/B01M98FB1E/ref=sr_1_49?s=toys-and-games&ie=UTF8&qid=1494781833&sr=1-49&keywords=quadcopter
You can hook up your phone to the Quadcopter, and I will give you 720 live video stream. The only thing I don’t like about it is the charge time. But I can probably get two more batteries so I don’t have to wait when the battery is charging. I can just put another one in, and keep on flying. So that’s really THE END…