Dear journal December 29, 1797 Well gees I don’t even know if I can write a journal entry, it’s been like 14 years since I’ve wrote one. Well since I know this will be my last one I am glad to say that my life has been good until now. While I was eating Christmas dinner like 4 days ago I received a letter that said “hi my name is Annabelle Rite and I have looked u up and I wanted to tell u that u will be my knew slave.” I cried and cried and that means that they are going to confiscate everything I have and I have to leave tomorrow to be a slave for the rest of my knew life.I hope that when I get there they both die and I get my journal back. But until I kill them I hope that my journal is found and read years and years later. Well there here at the door now, I guess I don’t go tomorrow.December 29, 1797
Well gees I don’t even know if I can write a journal entry, it’s been like 14 years since I’ve wrote one. Well since I know this will be my last one I am glad to say that my life has been good until now. While I was eating Christmas dinner like 4 days ago I received a letter that said “hi my name is Annabelle Rite and I have looked u up and I wanted to tell u that u will be my knew slave.” I cried and cried and that means that they are going to confiscate everything I have and I have to leave tomorrow to be a slave for the rest of my knew life. I hope that when I get there they both die and I get my journal back. But until I kill them I hope that my journal is found and read years and years later. Well there here at the door now, I guess I don’t go tomorrow.