A Day No Pigs Would Die blog #1

     I have a dog. It's a black and white Lab. His name is Jake. He's a really good dog, and I like him a lot. He is one of my favorite dogs and I've had him for about 3 years. He can be kind of a friend at times but I don't talk to him like he's a person because that'd just look weird. He isn't my ideal pet though. My ideal pet was another dog I used to havewhen i was about seven. It was a Pitbull and Lab mix. I called him Tanner because he was tan. I wasn't a very clever kid. I really liked Tanner because he was one of my first dogs. He was always trying to get attention. He was also a very good dog. Unlike some of my other dogs, Tanner actually knew to stay out of the road. He was a very strong dog too. He actually did go into the road twice and both times he got hit by a car, but he got right back up. I always felt safe with him because I knew he wouldn't let anyone hurt me. But one day my dad told me that we had to get rid of Tanner because of our insurance. We didn't have a choice so we gave him to one of our friends.

Group A: First Person from Leslies Point Of View

      
 It is 8:15; Tom and I are standing at my locker. I open my locker to make sure none of my morning breakfast remains on my perfect smile. I notice my best friend Sarah in the congested hallway. She seems very angry for some reason though. Tom and I are on the homecoming committee. We are talking about the new decorations that had just come in. When I shut my locker door, Sarah was standing right behind yelling "YOU BETTER NOT GO TO HOMECOMING WITH TOM, HE'S MINE AND I KNOW HE WANTS TO ASK ME!!!!!" She then told me that I was a nobody before she gave me a complete makeover, which isn't true! Sarah is completely wrong! Chucks are in style, I don't care what she says! I don't like Tom! This really bites! Forget this; he is going to ask her to homecoming, mark my words!

Halloween Blog

One night a girl in her teens, is babysitting for a family in Newport Beach, Ca. The parents are going out for a late dinner. The father tells the babysitter that once the children are in bed she should go into this room and watch TV there.
The parents take off and when she gets the kids into bed she can go to a room to watch TV. She tries watching TV, but she is disturbed by a clown statue in the corner of the room. She tries to ignore it for as long as possible, but it starts freaking her out so much that she can't handle it.
She ends up calling the father and says, "Hey, the kids are in bed, but is it okay if I switch rooms? This clown statue is really creeping me out."
The father says seriously, "Get the kids go next door and call 911."
She asks, "What's going on?"
He responds, "Just go next door and once you call the police, call me back."
She gets the kids, goes next door, and calls the police. When the police are on the way, she calls the father back and asks, "So, really, what's going on?"
He responds, "We don't HAVE a clown statue." Then he explains that the children have been complaining about a clown watching them while they sleep. He and his wife had just blown it off, assuming that they were having nightmares.
The police arrive and catch the "clown," who turns out to be a midget, living in their house.

 TRUE STORY.