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Jasmine and Danny smuggled me some crackers and cheese, milk, strawberries, some bread, butter ham, some watermelon, grapes and some chocolate and marshmellow biscuits. I was amazed at how they had somehow managed to get all this food. All I needed was a fridge. Problem solved! Danny and Jasmine said in one of the old barns they had an old fridge/freezer and could try to fix it up. Then at 7:00 Jasmine and Dani had to play somewhere else to not raise suspision. We said our goodbyes, then I got some strawberries, a ham sandwhich and a marshmellow biscuit and went up to the lounge. I was still amazed at how this was working but I had something else on my mind. How would I go back? I still had 7 and a half weeks left but, I was thinking I should get an excuse and a reason if I was found. I shrugged the burden off my shoulders and set my watch for an hour. That meant at 8:00 I'd go down to bed. As I bit into my ham sandwhich I eyed the pile of boxes in the corner of the room. I put my tasty dinner down and walked toward the mysterious boxes. I took one box off the stash and opened it. Dust puffed into my face and I sneezed, but regained my composure and returned to my task: Snooping:) Picking out a note book I opened it and gingerly touched the first crisp, brown page. I read the first words:
"The Beginning.
In 1813 Ronalds Mill was born. The first settlers were Mary and Dick Simons. They built many crops and suceeded in their business: A chicken farm. I, Rachel Simons am their daughter, their only child. I am a woman of 16 and am choosing to write my adventures and life in this book, so now what you are holding is an important part of history. In the year 1820, I was born to Mary and Dick Simons, on our farm, Ronalds Mill. Now, the year 1836, I am staring out my window of a little cabin, on Ronalds Mill. I am in a room in the roof, sitting on hay. My parents are full of troubles and I escaped, to get away from their huffing, boiling anger. I am hiding here and thinking about setting up myself here and live here when I get married and have children. I am thinking also that maybe I will be taken and put into an orphanage, or even stay with my Aunt Ruth. She too cannot see the fuss and doesn't understand why I am running. I beleive she cannot see the way my parents are fiercly acting. Alas I must leave, for it is late and I must depart from you diary. I shall write again soon, but maybe in sadness, or discouragness, seeing the looks of the upcoming events. So goodbye dear diary, til next time.......
Rachel Simons....."
BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP!
I jumped as my watch vibrated and made a terrific clamour. It had been an hour already?! I slowly walked down the stairs, undressed and went to sleep, dreaming about Rachel and her life. How simular it seemed...................
TO BE CONTINUED......................
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