My dad gave me some keys to get me in the house. And it made me proud of myself and I feel like a responsible person. I never lost my key cause I keep them in my room. And my keys are for the front door and the other key is for to get in the house. And that's the end of my story.

The place that I travelled was my 6th year old birthday. It was winter and it smelled like cake. I had ben bitten by 12 moucitos. Everyone of my family was there. I had a lot of presents. When it was time for the cake, my dad and my mom dunked my head in the cake. And my best present was my whoopee coushin. It was special because when I did my homeworok I sat down on it. It was also special because when I play my PSP I’ll just lay down and relax.

I don’t know what to write about.
Then I just shout.
Now I’m really really mad
And I’m feeling sad.
It seems like I’m going to cry.
But I’m going to fry some onions to cry.

I was putting away groceries with my mom. And my dog was outside in the backyard. Two seconds later I cam outside and my dog was gone. The witness was the garbage because it was the only thing there. Sounds kind of weird doesn’t it? Am I right or left? So back to the story. I don’t know who stole my dog but I have a feeling it was uhmm, ahh, well okay I don’t really have any idea but it was stolen and I know it but what I don’t know is who would have the nerve. Maybe a whale. Yep, it was a whale. The same one whale that who stole my underwear yesterday. Okay, enough with the horrible jokes. You can laugh. Some things like that don’t faze me. Now really I do not know who stole my dog. So (I’m) looking (at a) guy by my house. He admitted it and he said he sold it. But I’m kind of scared of him, so I don’t say anything. That’s the story of my missing dog.

I went to a splash party. We got out of the pool and we ate cheetos. I put the bag under my pillow and fell asleep and I felt something under my pillow. It was a cheeto tiger. My cousin didn’t see it. He thought I was lying. I went home and I took the cheeto tiger with me. He was stripy. We went to sleep. When I woke up he was still there. We went to the park. I told people he was my pet. I told them that I loved my pet tiger and I would never give him up. The end.