My name

I am Tyler Law

My name means tile layer. Sometimes people call me Taylor. I do not like it when people call me Taylor. I like my name. I think it is a good name. It is also a happy name. Sometimes I would like to have a different last name because people like to joke about it. I do not know why my parents named me Tyler and they don't either. Some people call me Ty or Ty-Ty and I do not like it. My brother calls me Ty, and my grandpa sometimes calls me Ty. My name is like pancakes. My name is like pancakes because some people change it to Ty or Ty-Ty just like how people like to put syrup or chocolate chips on their pancakes.

My plan for success is to work harder in school. I will work harder in school by completing all of my homework on time, studying for tests, using quizlet more, and paying attention better. I think if I do these things I will get much better test grades and probably A's. Right now I have mostly B's and I could definitely improve. Sometimes I don't read the stories in English, I don't pay attention in biology, I sleep in Spanish, I don't do my geometry homework, and I don't study for tests. If I can at least do two of the things that I said I could do I would get better grades. For the rest of the year I will implement my plans for success and hopefully do better.

CHICKENS

If I had to choose between a horse, a cow, or one dozen chickens I would choose the dozen chickens. I would choose the chickens because I could take the eggs and sell them until I could buy more chickens. I would buy chickens and sell eggs until I could buy cows. I would breed the cows and milk them, then sell the milk. I would then buy fine horses, breed them, and sell the horses. Eventually I would save enough money to build a small village an I would feed the people of my village with my cows and chickens. So many people would like the way I rule my village and join that I would have a small empire. Next I would take small villages, then bigger ones until I ruled all of Europe. 

My name is Harold. I am a piñata. I live with my three piñata children in a land full of piñatas, Canada. In Canada everyone is a piñata and we all live normal piñata lives. I am a detective, and I am constantly in search of my wife's killers. The only thing I know about them is that they live in Michigan, and are about eight years old. One night my wife was walking home from her job, she is a piñata lawyer, and about twenty eight year olds beat her to death with sticks and golf clubs. The worst part was that after the killed her they ate her sweet, delectable, candy insides. The whole time. The laughed and smiled. After they killed my wife they left town, probably to kill more piñatas. After that the piñata community changed. Piñata children were being eaten daily. It was not a safe place to be. The piñatas eventually started eating each other, then we're moved to party stores. Humans took over our native land, and now live there.