Micaela's blog

My name is Abigail I am 11 years old and I live in Dunoon. A few days ago I was dozing in my bed with my homework on the floor, because where else should it go? It started to drizzle it made a loud noise and woke me up. I would really love for my family to have a nice roof that doesn’t make a noise when it rains. I look down and my homework was all soggy and damp! The next morning I had to wake up early to get dressed and walk a very far length to go to school. So I would love my parents to have a car so I don’t have to wake up early and walk a far distance to go to school. After school I had to walk a far distance to go home and it was dark the time I got home. I had to go and find a street light and do my homework under it in the cold. My life would be easier if I had electricity so I would not have to go scavenge around for a street light. The following weekend that week I needed the bathroom at night. I went to the bathroom and then someone paraded pass and saw me, I was s

My name is Jesse and a few days back in class a singing inspector came. he is rude and doesn’t care about feelings or anything, he probably only has one feeling. Which is rudeness. His name is Mr. Raymond, he wears ugly knickerbockers, and long non attracting socks, he’s eyes are blue and look like they are looking into your soul!!! He has curly golden locks. Well anyways I was second to go after Benny and Charles. They didn’t know any song Mr. R was furious and asked them madly if they knew any song, Charles then said very nervously, we know pretty polly. Sing it Mr. R said. They sounded really bad and squeaky. Mr. R said “sing them out”. I was next. I was so nervous, but on the modelater I was actually pretty good. I went home and told my dad and mom, and they said I never go to singing class until Mr. R was fired or quit!