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Friday, April 13, 2018

The world's worst excuses...

This term we finished this amazing book called, there's a boy in the girls bathroom. This book is about a boy called Bradley that doesn't behave very good, so he is told to go to the counselor, Carla (the counselor) helps him to improve and asks him a lot of questions. How will Bradley turn out?
For our reading activity this term we had to complete a couple activities about the book. My favorite activity was the world's worst excuses. Please give me a nice positive comment! Here are two of my favorites.
Why did Bradley not do his homework?

Because my sister got mad at me because I went and smashed her homework books,
and so for payback she ripped up my book to write all the answers in.
Even if I wanted to write my homework on a piece of paper, the cat team
(that’s what they called themselves) went to the printer room and ripped up all the
paper, you could think that I would go to the shop and buy some more paper,
but it was 12 o'clock at night and the shops were not open.
You’re probably thinking that why was I awake at that time, it is because the cats,
the cat team, we're still mowling inside the house.
You would think that my Parents would wake up but actually I put earplugs in their ears.
Now you are wondering why that I did that, that is because I snore very loud.

Why did Bradley not go to the conference?

Because my mum had to go to a very important meeting with her work people.
Nope don’t change the time because my mum is at that meeting from 6 o’clock until
midnight. “What about your..”  Nope my dad is at work to he has to go to the mechanics
and is helping to fix a very important new car.
Who’s looking after me? Of course my sister, she is the best (worst) person to look
after me. Then why can’t my sister come?
Oh no my parents would hate her to drive a car, even though she’s 18 she’s crashed
the car already 10 times and my mum and dad don’t want her to do it again.
Why can’t we bike or by bus? Because we keep all our money in our safe and only
my parents know how to get into the safe.
Well bikes I am very bad at, I am even worse than my sister driving a car!
I could teach you? Now way!  Even my parents couldn’t teach me because,
they would get very frustrated and I’m sure you would do to. Luckily enough…
whoops I am late better get going! Bye!

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