Gabriella, Age 10
Schalmont Middle School
March 15, 1989: “Ding!” Two girls walk out of what appears to be a classroom. “Leah,” a girl, ran to another girl that looked like she had blonde hair. “What Jenny,” Leah said with a groan. “We should go to that 1933 mansion museum today,” Jenny said excitedly. “I need to do my assignment,” Leah said, unhappily. “Do it tomorrow!” Jenny said. “I can’t, it’s due tomorrow.” “Then do it after we are done or even before we go!” Jenny said. Jenny went from happy to a sunken ship that cannot float up. “Jenny look, I CANNOT GO TO THE MANSION!!!” Leah screamed. “Fine,” said Jenny and she left school.
Once Jenny got home, she talked to her parents and said she was going to the new 1933 Mansion Museum. Of course, her parents said it was okay. “Just don’t go anywhere else,” Jenny’s mom said. “I know,” Jenny said mockingly. “And remember to be home right at curfew!” Jenny’s mom exclaimed. “Okay mom,” Jenny said disappointedly as she prepared to leave. Jenny grabbed her stuff, yelled “Bye! Love you” to her parents and they yelled back, “Love you too!”
As Jenny walked into the museum and looked around, she saw Leah with a girl in the school named Cassie. “Hi Leah,” Jenny Said. Jenny was feeling so sad like she just saw her pet die or as if her parents we’re never coming home. “Oh, Jenny, what are you doing here?” Leah asked nervously, “I want to see the mansion, I could ask the same thing of you, said Jenny. “I’m just here to get some ideas for um...umm… my, my, my assignment …,” said Leah. Leah sounded so worried that it was like she forgot her homework from school. “Oh,” Jenny pretended that she didn’t know what was really going on but she knew that Leah didn’t want to hang out with her; she wasn’t stupid. But then, something happened. Cassie and everybody except for Leah and Jenny disappeared. “What’s going on?!?!?” Jenny said. “I don’t know.” Said Leah. Then Leah disappeared. Jenny ran and never came back. Now you know to never lie to your friends or be mean. Oh and also I’m Leah. This is my diary.