My Cat Wuzzle

I had a cat name Wuzzle. He was a black and white cat. He had a white dot on the tip of his tail.  He loved me and I loved him. He hated everyone too but me . It all started when my cat Chloe had babies. I saw Wuzzle and knew he was the one. I raised him. I saved his life. I saw him when he first opened his eyes. I know his birthday. His birthday is May 19th 2007.  He would say good night to me. And when I woke up there he was on my bed ready to start the day. I would say hello for a few minutes Then go on with my day. One day he started to pee on my stuff. They warned me once that he doesn’t start peeing on my stuff, that he would be gone. A few weeks later I went to my friend’s Aaryn for her birthday. I come back from Aaryn’s so happy, then they said that they had to talk to me. I said what. They told me that tooked Wuzzle to the pound. I was mad, furious, and sad. They didn’t just take my cat, they took my best friend away from me. I wouldn’t have wuzzle come and say good morning to me, I wouldn’t have him walk onme in the bathroom, and most important I wouldn’t have him.  My mom said that the lady at the counter would take him(maybe). This time he actully let her pet him. So I guess I wasn’t his speical person after all. But the worst part is I never got to say goodbye. I’ll never see him again.

M.J. IS DEAD

Oh my gosh! Michael Jackson is dead. We still don’t know what happened. I have one question, did he die before he got in the car or after????

Aiden Davis

Beyonce Vs. Little Girl

End of Camp Wrap Up

1) What is one experience you will remember about Writers’ Camp?
I will remember the flip flops everyone signed.

2) What was your favorite part of Writers’ Camp?
Going on the computer to blog.

3) What would you like to have done more of at Writers’ Camp?
A little bit of more writing.

4) What would you change about Writers’ Camp?
I would put a heater in the room.

Dance Boy Dance

Miss Scarlet is Innocent or Guilty

      Innocent Story:

I didn’t do it. I swear I didn’t kill Mr. Boddy, because he wouldn’t go out with me. I didn’t even kill him. Everyone says I did. But I didn’t.  I bet you that no good Ms Peacock killed him. She wants his money. Or-or Mrs. White killed him. She had worked for him for thirty years. She probably go tired of him.  Or Professor Plum killed him. He doesn’t  know what he’s doing. That reverand guy comes from a bad family. That Mustard person could have killed him. He always picking a fight. See I’m not the murderer, I’m the victim here. Everyone is blaming in on my. Professor Plum probably did it. All I know is that I didn’t do it.

       Guilty Story:

I did it.  Ha! Besides he was a piece of trash. I only did it because he wouldn’t go out with me. And he wouldn’t give me money that I had asked for. So I took a revolver from Mustard. And I pointed it at him in a dark alley(by the house) there was a great crack .   I shot the gun. He was around fifty feet away from me, so when he turned around to see what was going on it shot him right in the head. I went to Ms. Peacock’s room. I put the revolver under the pillow and wiped my bloody hands  all over the pillow.  I ran to my room, put on my pajamas, got my hair messy, and I ran down stairs. I asked what happened, and a scream came from Ms. Peacock’s room.  It was probably the mess. By the time we got there she cleaned it up. I was disappointed in her because she said there was a mouse.  I got the evidence from under the bed and showed it to everyone. She went to jail. Then they took a DNA test and it was my DNA test that match the hand prints. So I went to jail

Super Power

I would have the super power to fly. I would want to fly because, it would be fun to have the wind blowing in my hair. Also because, I want to fly with the birds! I just hope they don’t bite.Another reason is that I could be in places a whole lot quicker. I could be at school in five minutes, and if I was driving it would be twenty!

Smile

I drew a smily face because I’m usually happy. And when I’m sad I like to think about something. When I do I always turn back into a smile!                                              

Change My Mind

I changed my mind when my mom said I was getting my hair trimmed.  I was okay with it until I got bored with my hair. So I wanted to get my hair cut.  My mom and dad weren’t up to  the idea. But they let me. I got around eight inches cut off. The bad thing was that nobody noticed my hair. Even when I told them they still didn’t know it. But I can’t get my hair cut for amother year. Maybe next time people will notice!