March 1st 1972

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March 1st, 1972

Dear diary,

Mommy told me that this was going to be my last day of school. I was sad. I loved school. I just didn't like the kids picking on me all the time. No matter what, even if my head would hurt and I only wanted to stay at home and eat cookies while watching the television, I loved my school. And I don't understand why this is my last day.

Mommy said before we go to a special place, far away from here, I have to go to school today.

I have to go to school now. I asked mommy to drive me but she said she couldn't, and I don't know why. She said that she wasn't able to drive a car. So she told me to ride the bus. I'm sad now. I hate riding the bus. The kids are mean.

I will write in here after school, but now I must go.

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