Charlottes Web

         If I were Charlotte in my web I probably would have written something about him being a fantastic friend.Also I would have written something about being a courageous pig.Standing up for himself trying desperately not to be eaten for Christmas dinner.I believe Charlotte liked Wilbur because of his fun attitude.He wanted to play and just chill out unlike the rest of the people of the barn.I believe Charlotte also liked him because he was nice and courageous.He was the only one in the barn who wasn't afraid or mean to Charlotte because she was a spider.I think Templeton  switches back and forth between both.In the begnning he was kind of selfish.Towards the end of the story he helped Charlotte keep Wilbur alive showing he does care.He just doesn't show it.If I had been fern I would have saved Wilbur because shes right he cant help that hes small.I don't remember a time when I helped out someone weaker than me.

a day no pigs would die blog#1

          My most ideal pet would be a black cat or as the french would say Le Chat N oir .I love black cats there so adorable with there black fur and green eyes.they are such mysterious creatures.I don't  believe in superstition things the say about black cats.My grandparents have a black cat whenever i go up to there house i play with the cats.Cats are such cool creatures there kind of independent animals but they like to be loved.Cats can do all kinds of cool tricks like flip backwards.Cats completely fascinate me there just adorable in general.i would give the cat the best home it ever had.We would be best friends i would hang out with the cat all the time.I would make the cat feel appreciated.I would name the cat midnight or Isabella.I would name it midnight because the cat is black or Isabella because Ive always loved that name.I would buy it house to live in and something to climb up.

Point of View Story Switching

Tuesday, November 8, 2011

Point of View Story Switching

At 8:15, Sarah was standing at her locker, staring into a cracked mirror that hung insidee her locker. She double checked that there were no remenants of her morning meal stuck in her perfect teeth. She could see Tom talking to Leslie in the the middle of the dingy, crowded hallway. She turned around so fast she hurt here neck. She starts to think about how Tom looks at her, he doesn't remember when Leslie first came to school. Her old, retro sense of fashion. She begins to think about the time when she took Leslie under her guidance, changed her, made her into a proper fashion statement, like in that horrid move Clueless, staring Cher. Her clothes screamed 80's. Wearing disgusting chucks... Sarah can't believe that Leslie would have the nerve to talk to Tom, the young man in which Sarah was pining for, and going to ask to homecoming. How terrible

12 year old killer

             Today is October 31st.It is Halloween I put on my costume like every other twelve year old in America.I'm a little different though.I don't trick or treat for free candy or dressing up.I go for the kill.I live in a mansion.I pass out the candy.Only one brave  kid each year comes up to my door.I'm waiting  were are you little children (in eerie creepy voice). Up through the driveway comes a little girl with brown hair and blue eyes.She comes alone..........Big Mistake.She says trick or treat.I hand her a Reese's cup .Before she can even say thank you she faints. The candy was poisoned, OOPS?I drag the body inside to the basement and I lay it on the table.I grabbed her and then I sucked her blood.Yuck AB positive I dig the bone out of my fangs and throw the body in the cage with the rest of them.I spray Fer-breeze to drain out the decomposing smell.I stare at the bodies in utter disgust.I look down at the pools of blood and realize what I had done.Ive killed little children who just wanted to trick or treat.Then I think back to when that used to be me.Before the brutal murder of my mother.Before the abuse.Before the life of crime and the hopeless downward spiral my life has been since then.Since dad turned me into a vampire hence killing him self after he killed my mother.Leaving me by myself as a 12 year old vampire.As I realize there is nothing left to live for I grab the gun off the mantle and take my life.In my dying breath I confess my sins to god and pray to see my mother.

        George and Lennie wanted to own their own ranch.To be able to have milk from from cows.So Lennie could pet the rabbits.So George and Lennie could produce there own food.Then they wouldn't haft to get jobs.They would just "Live off the Land".  I do think there dream is realistic.Back then a lot of people owned farms.If they came up with enough money they could buy one.It is important to have dreams to feel belonging.Also to better yourself in life by setting goals and keeping your dreams intact.When others doubt there dreams there less likely to succeed at the dreams because they believe there dreams are unreachable.If dreams are unfulfilled for long periods of time they assume they'll never reach there goals.People are more likely to give up on there dreams.When you have nothing left in life but your hopes and dreams.Then the goals are whats keeping you going.