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I'm Retiring from Club Penguin

There's this feeling I can't help but feel. I just want to take over a certain area of art and gain success. I can't access every opportunity because of the mistakes I made. My dreams feel limited but there's nothing else I could possibly want more. I want the money, not for greed but to feel powerful. I want the image of being an individual to flourish through the minds of my reads. I want to make an impact on the world and to fulfill my purpose. I want it all!

Everyday I will work so hard to get to the finish line. I promised my father that I would make him proud before he left to serve our country. I'll give God everything just for a chance to be listened to. I will lose needed hours of sleep and I will sweat until my wet feet slide me onto my back. I want it more than anything else.

No one will stop me and no one will stand in my way. If I get pushed down, I'll get back up. No online punk or beautiful sneaky girl will tear me apart. I'm not cocky, I'm just proud of who I am. I've worked my hardest to get where I am today, and I am not letting anyone take that away from me. I don't care what you think of me, because I've come from nothing. I still have a lot to learn about myself, but it brings me to tears thinking about the light at the end of the tunnel.

God gave me a second chance, and I did not deserve a second chance. I am not going to let him down, I am not going to let my family down and I am not going to let myself down ever again. I'm determined to accomplish something no one else has ever done before. I am going to make our nation a better place to live in. I am here for a reason, and that reason is to write in some manner.

I've quit Club Penguin 3 times, and I have finally figured out why I continuously keep returning. It did not return for the thrill of an online game, because truthfully Club Penguin has not interested me in months. I did not return for the supposed friends I have made, because everyone has backstabbed me from sometime to another. I keep returning because I love to write. I don't think while I write, I just write. I believe that God gave me a natural talent, and I think he gave me a second chance because my writing is meant to impact people of the world.

I believe everyone has a destiny. We are all here for some reason, whether it to be a doctor or a famous rapper. We all have skills that separate us from the "in crowd". Some people embrace their inner talents, others ignore them. My job from this day forward is to write. I want to become an author, a movie writer and perhaps something else along those lines. Whatever I do, I promise you that I will be successful. I hope the best for you too my friend, because you took the time to view this old blog.

I'm not quitting Club Penguin. I have impacted the lives of some of the best people walking on the face of Earth. That is something I will always smile about. I do not hate anyone, because all of my readers helped me became the man I am today. Without you, there would be no more. Club Penguin Neighborhood has been a great experience for me, and I believe everyone else had a fun time as well. I am retiring happily from the Club Penguin world.

Thank-you!

~Frostylittle, President of Club Penguin Neighborhood

P.S. I do hope Penny Mickey decides to do something with my dear old blog.

Chapter 3: Penguinbook

"Yeah bud, hide at the gym for another 3 hours. That's all you got going for you anyway, just keep avoiding the drama. It's not like your involved in the drama or anything... You just caused it."

It is midnight. I'm home, my old sisters away and everyone upstairs is sound asleep. I spend most of the night resting, watching a few episodes of Entourage and flipping through On Demand shows. I get this sudden urge to hop into my internet dimension. Why not, right?

I whip off my fuzzy blue blanket and roll off the couch. I calmly walk over to my family's living-room, where our little computer station lives. I leap roughly onto our office chair and press on a wireless white mouse. The computer screen lights up and I comfortably log onto my Macintosh user.

I type in 'Facebook' and my loaded newsfeed appears. I hate the fact that I enjoy reading other people's statuses. Why do I have to care about the lives of my so called friends? Dominating the page is non other than the queen of Facebooking. She takes pictures of herself, complains about relationship issues in her statuses and has a new post on her wall every 3 seconds. Why isn't she such a big mouth in real life?

This girl drives me nuts. She's just like every other white girl in the city. She loves attention, I swear to you her parents don't acknowledge her presence around the house. The girl does whatever she has to in order to fit in. I'm totally different. I'm a complete individual, and that gives me a great deal of power in the high school world. Someday somebody just has to slap some common sense into that chick. Could I do the honors? 

She also just so happens to get with every boy imaginable. Jocks, nerds, musicians, skaters and every straggler in between. Girls love to brag about how they hooked up with so and so. The Facebook queen once famously announced, "She like hates me because I like got with her boyfriend!" I hate you because you just said like twice in a sentence. I refuse to like that status.

At the same time, she's just crazy hot. She has the perfect figure, the best behind and not a bad rack. I sometimes think about just cuddling with her, holding her close to my body. It makes me go mad. Why do I want this tart anywhere near me? I'm better than her and every other girl in all ways possible. I'm not bragging, it's true. I've been through hell in my life and I deserve to be proud of where I stand.  

I close the Facebook window and sign into the Frostyflakes chat room. Its empty, as usual. Some XAT.COM lurker private chats me and starts complaining about how I rigged a challenge. I wonder what I did wrong this time? A few other angry chatters message me so that they can sneak a piece of the drama. Every freaking internet dweller brings so much stress into my life.

I close the chat window without replying to a single penguin. I get off the computer chair and stomp my way into a dark kitchen. I carefully lay down on the wooden floor, and I begin to perform pushups. This is my way of dealing with the negative energy I receive from certain people. 

I wonder if you can bench as much as me?

The following information has been recovered from a variety of trustworthy sources: 

Late last night at around 1:30 AM, a penguin by the name of Athletico96 entered a private farm located north of Ice Palace. This shady area is home to Club Penguin's most wanted criminal, Witty12. Over the past few years Witty has earned billions of coins through the process of illegally selling rainbow painted puffles. According to local homeless penguins, Athletico entered Witty's farm carrying a galoon of gasoline. 

At 3:30 AM a mobster by the name of Cammycam09 walked through the farm gates wearing a cleanly washed tuxedo. At 6:30 AM that morning, the entire farm viciously exploded. This explosion caused 85% of Ice Palace's farms to burn into bits. It has been reported that these three penguins escaped and are wondering around the city of Ice Palace.

You will be given 20 minutes to scurry around Club Penguin!  Your job is to figure out why this explosion occurred. After the time is up, whoever has the best explanation for why this sudden explosion happened will win the challenge. (Use evidence!)

~Frostylittle, President of Club Penguin Neighborhood