My parents always call me Sassy Tassy when they are in a good mood, but past week they haven’t been. We used to live in a little 2-story apartment building, and Mr. Garrett is the landlord. My father lost his job as a waiter, when the restaurant ownership changed. We didn’t have enough money to pay our rent. So that’s how I am here now, at the old creepy, abandoned house on Weston Street.
In the late 1950s there was a boy named Sami. One day Sami was taking a walk in his neighborhood and he saw a castle that had not been there before. “This is odd,” thought Sami, “This castle hasn’t been here before.”
Earlier today I went to the computer to play Roblox. I’ve always liked the game, but today something felt different. I decided I would play Texting Simulator so I joined the game and I had this error message:
It was night time in a small town called Scareville they called it that because their Halloweens were always the scariest 8 of the people in the town were in a secret club.
I heard a scratch at the door. I don’t usually get scared when my parents go out, but my stomach was in a hard knot knot making me feel anxious.
Once upon a time there were three billy goats eating away at the grass on their side of the bridge, but one day all the grass was gone. So the billy goat gruff decided to send over the smallest goat first.
Once upon a time there was a little girl named Goldie Locks. She was a very kind girl.
Wendy was soaring through the sky as she approached the island. Peter turned his head as they neared the shore. “That’s Neverland!” Wendy smiled as did her brothers.
Dear diary,
Today was an okay day.
I woke up to my water bottle dribbling on my chin! I tried to make things better by spreading around my bedding to dry myself off but some got in my nose. Ahh choo!…
