Melody woke me up in the middle of the night because she was scared from a bad dream. I held her until she eventually fell asleep in my arms, so I went to sleep too.
I ate breakfast, then went outside to check the weather. I went inside and told mother, "I think it's going to rain." We quickly got all the containers we could find, big or small, and put them outside. While mother was checking for holes in the roof, I took the top off of the well, that way rain could land in it.
I made it back inside merely seconds before it bagan raining. Suddenly, I remembered the wagon of wood out there in the rain. "Goodness gracious, that wood is out there!" I took off to the wood. I could see the storm getting closer, and rushed to close the doors of the big building that holds the animals, then made it to the wood. Good thing I had left the covering over all the wood yesterday. I began pushing the wagon to the house, but a wheel got stuck in a hole. I managed to get it unstuck, but in the process a big piece fell on my foot, and I had to bite my lip to keep from yelling from the sudden blast of pain, and finally made it back to the house. Mother and Melody had laid some cloth down for the wood, and I quickly stacked it inside the house. I didn't mention my foot, for I didn't want to worry them and knew mother wouldn't let me do what still needs to be done.
-Armen Nowak
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The Journal of Armen Nowak
Ficción históricaI wrote this because in 10th Grade, World History, my teacher assigned a project that was worth a lot of our grade. I think it may have been our 9 Weeks Test. But the assignment was to write a journal from the point of view of someone who was alive...
