August 12, 1942
I haven't written in a couple day because I couldnt find the journal. I think I really am losing my mind here... If we do get out, I will publish this, if I don't, then Mr. Gibson will, he promised.but I haven't heard from or even seen Mr. Gibson since the 8th. I'm afraid that he might be hurt or worse... All I know is that the phone keeps ringing, and I don't even know what day of the week this is. I wish we had a calendar. I sigh and cry for my old life and the friends in it that are gone.
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My Days In Hiding
Historical FictionA story about a young girl that lived during the holocaust.
