Star Shopper

 

This is what we did last week on Wendsday. With a man who came to our class.

15 Minute Writing

 Myself And A terrible sleep

So as you can see I'm writing about myself. and 

just another terrible night of sleep. Now we shall begin, this time I was sleeping with my brother in the room and let me tell ya it wasn't pretty. This just has to happen every time he sleeps with me. Every time, he rolls around and hits me in the face, pushes me off the bed and there you go my every night routine. Horrible, absolutely horrible. 

All I want is a good night's sleep. but everything just has to be against me doesn't it. Why does this have to happen to me? There are more than a billion people on this planet. But yet they choses me. (My poor eyes)

(My goal is to make people laugh with my writing.)