It seems like I am the only person in my family who even remembers about this website. When I write here, I know no one will read it, but I need someplace to write. I have a bunch of notebooks, but I just fill them with ideas about what kind of stories I could make. As I write this, I hear the shrieks of Bien. Khang said “There’s a stinkbug,” to dad. A lot of things race through my mind. Why is there a stinkbug? Why was Bien screaming because of it. The main question in my mind was What is a stinkbug? So anyways, back to what I was writing about. Wait, why am I writing this again? No one is reading it. I guess I could use this as a journal. Okay, let’s start. Dear Diary…Nah. How about Hello. My name is Bob. Too bland. COOKIES WITH MILK OH YEAH. That could work. Today we had to bring in a shirt. We had to bring in two shirts actually. One we wear, and one for our project. We had to cut up the shirt and turn it into a bag. The one we were holding, not the one we were wearing. My scissors weren’t very sharp, so I borrowed some. To make the bag, you had to cut of the bottom part. You would end up with a piece of string. Then you have to tie the bottom of the shirt. Next, you cut off the sleeves. Now you have a bag. Just put one arm through the sleeve holes. It looks like a grocery bag. I tried it on, but the bag didn’t fit because I had brought in a child size shirt. So I shoved it in my backpack. When it was time to go home, it started to rain. I didn’t bring a jacket today because it was sunny when I went outside. I didn’t have an umbrella either, because as I said, It was sunny when I left for school. So I grabbed my shirt. Or my bag. I’ll call it the shirt-bag. So I shoved the shirt-bag on my head and wore it as a hat. It kept my head quite dry, but the rest of my body was wet. Life can be wet sometimes.