PET WRITING ASSIGNMENT 2

PART 1

Hi Sam! How are you?

I think having a farewell party is a great idea! Jan will love it!

I don’t think the place will matter that much… the most important thing are the people. We could
literally plan something at school and he’d enjoy it if our friends came over; we both know he’s
that kind of guy. But I was thinking we could maybe go to the beach, hang out at my place, or
throw him a surprise party in the park, so please let me know your preference.

I don’t think many people would come on a weekday, so I’d say weekend’s best.

I honestly don’t know what type of music he likes. Sorry.

See you.

Shaadi
PART 2

Hi Pat! How’s it going?

I’m also looking forward to seeing you! I miss you so much!

We’ll mainly spend time at my place, so I wouldn’t recommend bringing too much clothing. We
can wash your stuff here and you can use some outfits more than once, you know.

What I do suggest you bring is a camera. Sunsets are lovely around here, so you might want to
take a picture or two.

Thanks for thinking about my parents! That’s really sweet of you! You could maybe get my
mom a gardening apron, and I think a belt or socks will do for my dad.

Say hi to your parents on my behalf. Love you and see you soon.

Shaadi
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Us humans like helping others by nature. It’s part of who we are. The problem is, sometimes we
don’t know who needs our help or how we could help them.

It takes each of us to make a difference for all of us. If we open our eyes we’ll see how everyone
receives a little help from others to get through the day. I think we can help anyone anytime as
long as we’re willing to.

The last time I helped someone was earlier today. My cousin had his hands busy and I helped
him by carrying his phone. It wasn’t a massive act, but then again, it doesn’t take much to help
others, and yet it always feels good.
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The island didn’t look far away, and I felt sure that I could reach it; but my lungs couldn’t take it
any longer, and by now I was more tired than I’d ever been in my entire life.

I hadn’t rested in what felt like a decade, and with every stroke I became more concerned and
more aware of the danger I was in. My arms were numb and my legs hurt terribly. My stomach
was full of ocean water and I felt like throwing up.

The negative thoughts were clouding my head like mosquitoes swarming in Texas, and yet I
couldn’t take them off my mind. Did I remember to tell my parents that I loved them before
dying?