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Recently my class has been doing 15 min writing. I have been continuing my writing over the past few days, this piece is not yet finished but it should be soon!
Drama. That's really all my life is, people turning on me every second. Whether there are so called "friends" or not. I'm never really sure if I can call anyone a friend at this point, one minute we're best friends and the next they seem to hate my guts. I'm Emily, and this is my life.
.+:To Be Continued:+.
Chapter One
Dear Diary, 18.5.1989
Today was difficult. (As expected) I spent a whole 45 minutes trying to figure out one math question, I had never had the confidence to go up and ask for help.
Once that was all over, it was break one. As usual I had one friend, a good one.
Alex has been my friend since first grade, but now that we are at intermediate we have been split into different homerooms.
That's all I really have to say for today I guess.
Dear Diary, 19.5.1989
Today was the same as usual, boring.
Nothing really happened but I did realise that someone started a rumour about me having a crush on Brendon. As if I would ever like him.
Today we also had our school assembly, which was normal.
I have nothing more to really say so I think I will end it here.
Dear Diary, 20.5.1989
Today was more interesting than usual.
We were sitting in the middle of class writing in our textbooks as there was an announcement from the speakers, and that is how I found out that all 7th grade students will be headed to camp in 10 days.
I knew I would be in the same cabin as Alex for sure but one there are supposed to be three people per cabin. I wonder who the third person will be.
Dear Diary, 21.5.1989
Today Alex and I gave up searching for a third member for the cabins.
Eight more days until camp.
Dear Diary, 22.5.1998
Nothing interesting today, but I'm starting to get excited for camp.
Seven days left.
Dear Diary, 23.5.1989
Alex and I are discussing sneaking candy into camp.
Six days remain and excitement is growing.
Dear Diary, 24.5.1989
Plans are being made.
Five days.
Dear Diary, 25.5.1989
Four days left.
Dear Diary, 26.5.1989
Alex and I are continuing the search for the third member
Three days remain.
Dear Diary, 29.5.1989
Three days have passed by and camp is here. We are going to be taking the school bus in a few minutes.
I will update the situation soon
PS I still have no idea who the third person will be.
Dear Diary, 29.5.1989
Today was okay. I now know who the third person is, Isabelle Parker.
School bully and teacher's pet, turns out no one wanted to group with her so she was put with us.
Things can't get any worse can they?
Dear Diary, 30.5.1989
No one is awake yet, this is the only time I have to write.
Yesterday we started with a one hour session of archery, after we had a forty-five minute session of rock-climbing.
Then came lunch, the food was disgusting, I felt sick just thinking about it.
Isabelle wasn't as annoying as I thought she would be. I really expected her to be ok but she was awful. I have to go Alex is waking up.
Dear Diary, 31.5.1989
Today Isabelle was caught sneaking candy into the movie room, as a result of that she will have to sit out of today's horse riding.
Rocky The Bear
A few weeks ago my mum had the idea of creating a teddy bear made of stones on our front lawn for lockdown.
First we drew out the design, then we drew it into the mud with a stick.
After we got some lunch then we set to work again, we collected stones and placed them on-top of the lines we had drawn.
After a few hours we were done with the outline! next we set out to collect some colour, my mum collected moss and flowers while i collected other things such as leaves.
Nearing the end of the day we had finished.
By Sophie.E