The One. The Only.

Okay, yeah, this is Jenn. The one and only. Seth is not available because he's in excruciating pain from about the waist up. He was doing some serious weight training today and then that was followed by a shooting class with the best sniper in Troy's facility.
So yeah, occasionally we hear these grunts as he rolls over and hits his funny-bone or something. Wait for it...

...there he goes again.

Say hi, Seth!

...

He just told me to shut up. Hahaha. But that's what I get for playing with his hair today, so he's pretty mad at me. I'm trying to convince him to let me shave his head into a Mohawk, 'cause that'd be SICK. He said no, of course.

You probably don't know much about me. Here's a brief description of me:
Name: Jennifer Drew Langly
Sex: Female
Age: 14 (and a HALF of a half!)
Eye Color: Green
Hair Color: Brown
Birthday: January 15, 1994
Height: 5"3
Weight: Average

And here's Seth's, just for kicks:
Name: Seth Ethan Shepherds
Sex: Male
Age: 14 and 3/4
Eye Color: Brown
Hair Color: Black
Birthday: November 11, 1993
Height: 5"6
Weight: Thin

I pretty much do nothing other than fight training while Seth gets to do all the fun stuff. :(
It's not fair. But I do get to be his side-kick. So that's something.
I tackled a bodyguard today....and lost.
Seth tackled two at once. And won. God, Seth's a beast. He has a frigging four-pack. Ug! I'm just thin and scrawny. Not useful for much. XD

More later,

Jenn

Oh-KAY. So a World to Save, Huh? Let's Get Started.

{please keep in mind SETH DOESN'T EXIST and NONE OF THIS IS TRUE because it's in a novel Steph's writing!!}

Okay. So apparently there's this dude in Russia with some bomb and I need to kill him. I know what you all are thinking. "WHAT THE FRICK SETH!?! YOUR JUST GONNA KILL SOME RANDOM DUDE?!?!"
Um, yeah. Uh huh.
And no. See, pretty much this guy (And I can't tell you his name because my dad, Troy, has this bodyguard named Kei who'll kill me if I enter his name) who has a nuclear bomb set up to kill America because he's freaking psycho and he's gonna let it off in (enter amount of) days if I don't nab him.
And why me?
Because I am a child and not a likely, what's the word, culprit for an assassin.

Well, and I am Troy's son and already show potential in fist fighting and gun shooting (at great distances). I took down one of Troy's bodyguards named Musoke. Poor guy. Was no match for my 'where the sun don't shine' kick. Owch. Girls, you have no idea how much that hurts. No idea.

So yeeeah.

And Troy gave me a laptop! But only if i'm being supervised while using it. Sad day. (no offense, Kai.)

~Seth

...or should I say Agent Seth?

HEH! Lookie, Daddy has a picture of me on his desk! Haha, Agent Seth as a baby!

Hehe.

I'm at the school library. Yes, it's after school, but Blogspot is not permitted. Well, shucks. Too bad for them.
Okay, so i got paired with this one girl in Social Studies and she was, shock, stupid. Not stupid like that kid in my Language arts class, but, like...how can we put this...mentally impared. Geez, learn to read kid and stop staring at me.
We had to take the little test thing that you have to take to become a citizen of the US, only, we're already citizens, but our teacher wanted to know what we knew about the US.
We, of course, got the highest score on the test because i fed her every single answer ('cause we're parners, ha! ha!) and she's all like, "ooookkkkaaaayyyy...."

Do NOT get into a serious conversation with her, because it will take you an hour. Just saying.

Have you ever noticed that the popular kids (you know, popular kids, nyah) at our schools are the dumb ones? I'm sorry if you are one, but if you have a blog and can type at all, you are obviously not a pea-brain.

And I'm working on making friends, so don't worry about me.

~Seth

Hello, and Welcome to Foster Farms

Okay, not really. But I do greet you from one of the computers that i shouldn't be on in Jeff Greene's office. He's the director of CASA (Court Appointed Speacial Advocates, and for those of you not in the know, that's one of the biggest foster care networks in America).

So, yeah, I guess that would make me, like, a troubled orphan. But I'm not an orphan, and that's the thing. I'm just not ready to be moved to an adoption agency because apparently i'm not ready. :-/

Oh, crap. Listen I got to go. Jeff's gonna kick my butt. Bye.