reportage de sport

Bonjour. Je m'appelle Kyla. J'étais au tournoi de arm-wrestling. Les spectateurs était heureux. Les deux équipes étaient les Tam Hawks et les Drakes Pirates. Les Hawks gagnaient quand les Pirates ont fait sortir leur meilleur joueur, le grand Xavier (il a gagné tous les matchs qu'il a joué!). Pour les Hawks, le joueur était Jean-Claude; ils sont allées à gauche et ensuite à droite, mais à la fin, les Hawks ont gagné.

What happened?

I think the woman was the dead man's wife: whether he was unfaithful - he had (a) mistress(es)-, or inversely, he was cuckold. Both reasons could explain that the woman killed her husband. In the first circumstance, she was afraid he was going to divorce, and so, before he left her, she murdered him in order to get all the money. In the second case, she still killed him for money: actually, as we are supposing she was unfaithful, she wanted to get money to leave with her lover far away, for instance. So, she shot her rich husband one evening in the conjugal room, then she pretended being desperate, got her inheritance, and a few weeks later, could leave with her lover who is either a Cuban immigrant or her gymnastics teacher, to tropical countries where the life expectancy is equivalent to thirty-five years, probably. Or maybe money didn't interest her: she killed him just after she had discovered he had a mistress, whether finding by chance a letter in her husband's suit or hearing, also by chance, a telephone conversation between her husband and his mistress. And so, invaded by an abyssal despair or by an unverifiable anger, offended in her self-esteem, she killed him: it wasn't a premeditated crime like in both precedent cases, but a crime of passion. But there is a second hypothesis: the murderer was his mistress! So, noticing her lover didn't dare to sue for a divorce when he had promised her, she murdered him because she couldn't live anylonger an illegitimate love story, not to profit fully from her man and to see her foe -the wife- spoiling her love life. By the way, we're conceiving she will kill the wife too, a few hours later!!!

Dress code in French schools

As you can see, in French schools, there isn't any rigor in the dress code: we can get dressed like we want, we can wear heel shoes (above all the girls!), skirts, jeans, accessories (dangling earrings, ties, scarves...) but of course, in spite of this, we always have to be well groomed and we mustn't wear religious clothes or accessories : it is the only requirement about the dress code in French schools.

La Voiture de Mes Rêves

La voiture de mes rêves est très bonne et très belle. Il est jaune, blanche, noir, argent, et un petit rouge dans les mots. Je voudrais la voiture 1957 corvette décapotable parce que il est un décapotable, il est jaune, et il est fantastique. Ma sœur conduis un honda civic 1996. elle aime elle voiture beaucoup mais pour conduis. Elle voudrais un rose ou orange Thunder bird. Elle permis de conduire arrive dans septembre a 2006. mon pere voudrais un jaune ou un noir Ferrari. Je ne sais pas quelle voiture ma mere voudrais, mais elle conduis un Ford explorer.

Cher Père Noël,

Je m’appelle Kyla et j'ai atteint l'âge de raison. Cette année j’ai été très sage, mais ça, tu dois déjà le savoir !

Voilà ce que je veux te dire :
cher pere noel,
j'aime noel beaucoup, il est tres fantastique. j'adore quelle tu fait aussi. merci!


Pour Noël, j’aimerais beaucoup que tu m’amènes :

- un iphone
- un ordinateur portable
- une cheval



Encore merci, gros bisous,

Kyla