Ju, Means Angel

Hoot....Hoot

She stared at her sore red palms. Oh, how they hurt! She had been cleaning the workhouse ever since they arrived here. She had been blamed for every trouble caused around their hiding place since they arrived. She was cleaning up some spilled beans in the attic. Oh why didn't Mom and Dad stand up for her!!
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Darn those Dingers she thought. The Dingers followed them to their hiding spot, the workhouse, to flee war. Of course, the Dingers did help to fill in space at the huge workhouse.

"Juville," came a woman's voice. "Come down this instance. Why did you smash down the box of ceramic plates?!"

"Curse damn Mrs Dinger," said Juville under her breathe. Juville ran down the steps hurriedly and landed right in front of Mrs Dinger and the box of broken dishes.

"Mrs Dinger, for the last time, I have never caused any trouble around the house!" shouted Juville. Mom passed by from the kitchen and said "Juville, be polite! Oh, and no shouting,"

" You know it could have been anyone, including your cat," replied Juville slyly.

"Don't blame Moochi! He's such a good boy!" cried Mrs Dinger.

Juville gave up trying to fight with Mrs Dinger and ran up the steps to her tiny room. She had been so busy cleaning the house up, she hardly had her own private time, let alone time to write in her diary. So since she now had time, she decided to write something real quick.

23 of December
So, HI! I'm back diary.......after a really .... long time. Please don't mind me, as being the youngest in my family and among the Dingers, I have been constantly accused of all the trouble caused around the house. Mom and Dad don't even stand up to me when Mrs Dinger accuses me.

Of course, it was Dad's idea to move to this workhouse and he decided to invite the Dingers for extra company. I do hate the attitude of bossy brats, Mrs Dingers. Okay, lets face it, even if Mrs Dinger and Mr Dinger are the worst people alive, their amazing daughter and my best friend, Tilly, is no doubt, the darn right opposite. That was also the only reason why I agreed to this horrid idea.

But come to think about it, Mrs Dinger is an exellent cook and she makes the best dishes ever! Mom always makes her give me her food too as she is always sure that I am a lier and I only deserve to eat the leftovers. How mean of her to think that way. She isn't aware that I'm the one who agreed for them to come to live with us. If not for me, they would have probably be caught by the invaders, the Japanese, and made to starve like the poor people that have been captured by the brutal invaders. Innocent people are dying thanks to those captors.

I desperately want the war to end to have peace in this brutal world. Oh, and my birthday's tomorrow.

Yours,

Juville Treddy

Juville felt tired and forgot about having supper, very soon, she was fast asleep on her little mattress and had a brown quilt over her thin weak body.

Ring......ring....ring.......

Juville's alarm clock rang continously as she wearily climbed out of her bed. She slammed her hand onto the clock and raced down the steps.

" Good morning Mrs Dinger," said Juville cheerfully.

"Good morning birthday girl," replied Mrs Dinger. "Follow me."

Juville trailed behind Mrs Dinger and followed her to the dining table.

"What a big parcel!" shouted Juville.

"Yes, and it's for you!" said Mom, appearing from the kitchen.

Juville could see the parcel wasn't wrapped properly at all. Whatever thought Juville at least you have a present. And began unwrapping the parcel. As soon as she was half way done, a loud hoot came from inside. Juville hurriedly ripped off the wrapping paper and found a quaint little owl, nestled in a cage.
Juville cried out in surprise and dashed up to her room, clutching her precious gift in her arms.