Day 1
Dear Diary,
In the morning I woke up. Mother told me I have to go to school. I hate school more than anything. But after fighting I had to go to school. When I came back I went to in the park with my best friends. When I reached the park I first went on the swing sand went very high and played for a very long with my friends. Until a big black cloud came over us I had a terrible feeling. I saw jets dropping bombs on houses and big tanks coming down the road and loads of soldiers. I ran home but just before I reached home I saw my friend the postman dead with blood stained letters.
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