Valentines day poem

F: Fun to be around.
R: You can always rely on them.
I: They bring out our true identity.
E: Everlasting.
N: Need them in your life.
D: Help you stay drama free.
S: Keep you safe.

Charolette's Web

I think Templetion the rat is a hero. He may seem like the big bully in the beginning of the story, but he begins to soften up near the middle. If it wasn't for him, Charolette wouldn't have anything to put into her web. She would not have been able to come up with those words by herself. She would only be able to put up basic words that she knows. Not elaborate ones that Templetion found. I think that he tries to look tough but is a softey on the inside and I think he, as well as Charolette, is the true hero of the story.

A Day No Pigs Would Die blog #1

I have two dogs. I love them both to death, but I would have to say my favorite is Daisy. She is a daschound and beagle mixed. She only has three legs. She was born with one small paw. She is the cutest dog ever. She loves to lick people and whenever anyone sees her, they fall in love with her. She also is so sweet. Everyone loves her and as soon as she meets you, she falls in love. She will not leave your side. I think Daisy is more than a pet to me. She is like my best friend. She always knows when I am sad or when I don't feel good. She is always by my side. I don't know what I would do without her in my life.

Group B Point of View

     I was having a conversation with Leslie this morning. I remember the first time she came into this school, I would have never looked twice at her, but then she changed. She used to wear clothes that looked like they should have been from the 80's. She always had on nasty shoes and nasty hair... Thank goodness Sarah gave her a makeover. I looked over and saw Sarah gazing in the mirror at me. I was thinking about going to homecoming with her, but now I think I may ask Leslie.

Creepy Halloween Story.

     It was the night of Halloween. My mom and I were sitting at the kitchen table carving our pumpkins for the annual pumpkin carving contest. As we wee carving away, we heard a knock at the door. I jumped up out of my seat and ran to the sink to wash my hands. I walked to the door and opened it. No one was there. I looked all around but no one was in sight. Then, I looked down and there was a pumpkin sitting on my front porch. I went to pick it up and then I realized it said "Beware" carved in shaky handwriting. I was freaked out. I held the pumpkin close to my chest and ran back inside to show my mom. I walked to the table where we were sitting but my mom was no longer there. I yelled her name, but no reply. I ran upstairs to look for her, but still no luck. Then, I heard a scream from outside. I ran back down my steps and there, sitting on the table was another pumpkin. This one was even scarier. It said, "Follow the pumpkins if you ever want to see your mother again." I quickly opened the door to go outside in search of the pumpkins. One was sitting on my front step. It said, "Cold." Then, I walked out of the garage and saw another one. This time it said, "Warmer." The next one was in my driveway. It said, "Warm." The next was across the street in front of my house. It said, "Hot." Then, I saw the final pumpkin. It was sitting at the opening of the woods. It said, "Gotcha!" I looked around to see what it meant. Then, all of a sudden, my mom and 10 of my friends jumped out of the woods and scared me. I screamed so loud that the whole neighborhood could hear. Everyone started laughing at me. It was O.K. though. Next year was my turn to get revenge!