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Journal 9
Villains P.O.V. tell a story through the villain's point of view
By Philip Johnston
Hansel and Gretel told from the perspective of the evil witch.
Dear Diary,
I didnt always use to be like this. No, not at all. I lived in an ordinairy house with my loving husband and two children: Mary and James. I
remember it all so vividly. Little did I know my life would change forever when our family was enjoying a picnic by the river. A small orange haired
leprochaun emerged from the hollow of a tree. He leaped into the air and put a magical dust all over the family. I quickly covered my mouth
knowing that it could be dangerous. Unfortunatley, my children werent lucky. That dust made them painfully skinny over the course of 2 days. My
husband passed away in less than 3 hours after the dust. I didnt have time to emotionally grieve the loss. I continued to bake and cook anything I
could to feed these children. I was so desperate I made the house out of candy and cakes just so that the children had many options to eat. Sadly
the children refused to eat anything, it made them sick to there stomach if they even tried a breadcrumb. I stayed up late, watching them grunt in
there sleep hoping that a miracle would happen. The next day the same leprochaun arrived at my home late at night. He suggested a cure for the
disease. But it wasnt a pleasant one. I would have to cook other children to feed these children. I was horrorifed out of my mind. I intially told the
leprochaun to get out of my house, he had no right to be here. I thought about this day in and day out but no realistic solution. I decided I would
have to kidnap some children just give me a couple more days until I find a morally correct solution to their disease. Ive been spying on these two
children. They continue to leave bread crumbs to get back home. Im hoping I can remove those crumbs and sidetrack them to the house. Im
desperate. But a mothers gotta do what a mothers gotta do.
By Katelyn Kocher
The story of little red writing hood through the eyes of the wolf.
One day I was walking home and I came across a particular smell. It was something I had never had the pleaser of coming across before.
It was sweet and fruity, my stomach turn with delight.
I decided to fallow the spell for I knew I had to find out what it was. I came across little girl in a red cape.
Know before you make accusations I am a vegetarian unlike the other wolves you know. I would never bring harm to any living creature.
But I knew this little girl didnt know that and she would be frightened by my sharp teeth and long claws.
I did not want to frighten her before I found out what was giving off that wonderful smell. I fallowed her for 20 miles till I tripped on a fallen
tree branch. A huge snap alarmed the little girl. She began to look around.
Whos there? said the girl.
I knew I had to respond. I took a step out from the brush and placed myself in front of the little girl.
I said in a calm voice, Hello. Uh my name is ester?
The girl screamed bloody murder and she began to run. I knew where she was going though. There was a little cottage in the west side of
the woods. If I ran I could beat here there and apologize and maybe find out what was giving off the wonderful smell.
Before I knew it I was at the cottage and she was just behind me. I panicked! If we meet the front door she might run away again. I ran
into the house and put on some cloths I found in the closet.
The little girl entered the house.
Grandma are you here? Said the little girl, I brought you a cinnamon cake
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Cinnamon cake! Thats what must have been making the sweet smell!
Grandma are you here? Repeated the girl
Oh yes dear, Im in my room I said in an old voice
The girl must have known it was me for when she came into the room she screamed, WHO ARE YOU AND WHAT HAVE YOU DONE
WITH MY GRANDMA!
I tried to tell her why I fallowed her and that I had no idea where her grandmother was but she wouldnt listen. She called the police and
they wouldnt listen to be either! So know Im sitting in a jail cell waiting for someone to listen to me and get me out of here!
By Dakota Smith
101 Dalmations
Cruella left her PETA meeting at two in the afternoon, and stepped into her luxury Rolls-Royce, her faux fur coat swishing in the cool
breeze. Her fellow members disliked the faux fur, but her taste was sometimes more important than others feelings. She flicked through her
checkbook as she rolled through the city, and debated her next charity.
She remembered her first childhood puppy, and decided to start a new program. She told her driver to go to her neighbors house, whose
dogs had just had a litter of new puppies. Upon arrival, she was disgusted by the sight ahead of her. Fifteen starving and injured pups sat around,
and any barking from them was quickly silenced by a boot from their owner Roger. Roger also refused any pay for the dogs, as he said his
dogfighting ring would easily double her offer.
Discouraged, Cruella went home while crying for the poor dogs. With no other option, she hired her criminal brother to steal them away.
The next day, her plan went off without a hitch. However, her day of playing with puppies was ruined when a squad car rolled onto her driveway.
The officers pulled out a warrant and searched the house, only to find an open window and pawprints leading away.

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