Dear diary,
I know it's too early in the morning for me to write to you but i'll be on stage this afternoon for the play. I am not playing the rat anymore i am now the star! My secret dream finally coming true but no one special will be there to watch me, not mum, not eric, not even sally.
I feel so confused diary, i think i am happy but i am also feeling a lot of things, like still missing mum so so badly, feeling angry at the monster and the people who are trying to destroy our houses and feeling alone...always.
What's happening to me diary?
Elizabeth
