Date: May 17, 1978 Location: Cameron Residence Age: 13 --------------------------------------------- Dear Diary, Today I woke up to the smell of pancakes. My mother was preparing breakfast and my dad was preparing to leave to work. My little sister Anne and I had recently had a fight Yesterday so I'm not talking to her all day. What we fought about is who our parents loved the most. I fought that they loved me more but I couldn't argue they loved her more. Mainly the reason shes the littlest and they should give her more attention. Its not fair if you ask me. I'm a person to. But I'm too afraid to stand up for myself. I went downstairs and to my surprise Anne had already eaten 3 pancakes and there was only one left. So me and Mom split it. Dad had already gone. I rarely see him now a days and I wish I could spend more time with him. We're a poor family compared to our neighbors. Our house is small and we aren't that well known. We can't even afford a can of soup so my parents get the food from our Uncle Louis. He runs a farm so we get free and fresh produce. I sat down on our broken sofa and decided to play a game of cards. I play with my mother but she was busy with Anne. Obviously. I decided to play with my best friend Cassie. She is also poor and she lives diagonally from my house. So we are pretty connected. Cassie wanted to talk to me about something though. Her parents wanted a divorce but couldn't afford it. I was saddened to hear this news but knew I had to be there for Cassie. The reason why they want a divorce Cassie is keeping to herself and I respect her decision to not share too much. After my talk with Cassie she went home and immediately after that the sirens began ringing. This pretty much happens everyday. The reason I don't know why but mother says we have to hide when the sirens begin. Father made a small room under the floor so we can hide in. They were loud and I was scared. We heard soldiers talking outside of our house and we heard gunshots. So I just kept my head down and tried not to breathe. After 15 solid minutes which felt like hours the gunshots stopped and the soldiers left. We quickly got up to find out some of our neighbors were dead. We were dead worried when our father came home late. He said the soldiers searched his office for 5 hours straight and that's why he was late. After that happened we mostly just sit on the sofas trying to get rid of the memories. But they don't leave. We went to sleep after that because we just wanted peace. I want to move. I want to leave this place. But we can't. The government wont allow it. During my sleep I heard guns firing outside of my door and my door was kicked down. I was scared and didn't know what to do. So I did in the closet. I hid and hid. Until.... ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
UNTIL FREAKING WHAT? But other than that, it is pretty well done. It is a writing piece that needs more. Where is Cameron Residence? Seems out of place for 1978.
