Dear Journal,
This place behind the woods is like home but extremely different. I mean, come to think of it, my dad wouldn't ever let me explore this part, but something feels off. And why has my dad not let me go here? I have so many questions. Right now we are staying the night hiding in this tall, thick grass field near a dirt road. We were hiding since their trucks were looking for us on the dirt road. Is my dad behind this? If so, why? I'm so scared and confused. My friends are trying to comfort me about it all, saying "it's going to be okay" and "we will figure it out", but until then, it's late, and my time of keeping watch is over. I should probably get some rest. Write soon.
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Dream world
ActionDiary entrys of someone living out dreams i have had to create a story
