Dear diary,
Today was quiet. We sat by the fire with cups of tea and talked and talked. At this point, a question has been bugging me for ages, and I had to ask. "Are you two related?". Thankfully they are and turns out that's her grandmother. They told me a story about themselves and how they got here. I really enjoyed it but before I forget I'm going to write it down.
It all started in England. In a place called Filey just outside of Bridlington where they lived on a cabbage farm. Every month they would go to a market in London were farmers all from England would sell any fruit or vegetables they produced. Normally they would sell all their cabbages very fast because people believed it was the best and healthiest thing to eat but, this month scientist found it was to cause cancer, which I still don't believe is true. All of a sudden they didn't sell anything for months. They were running out of money. Little did they know that the 8th month of there lack of sales would be there last.
As normal, they went to London to at least tried to sell their cabbages, but then they saw a man running from the police. It looks like the man stole some bread from the local bakery, for himself to eat. He brakes a bit of the loaf so he gets a small portion of the loaf and puts the other piece in his old ripped jacket, like the one she was wearing, and the rest in an old potato sack. He tossed the sack, and it landed in their cart. As Matilda, (the girl from the prison) was going to tell her grandmother, the police rushed with a look that looked like he had the intent to kill someone. They tried explaining but the guard was certain that Matilda stole the loaf. Matilda and her mother kept trying to give the message she didn't spill anything, till the policemen grabbed the mother and her. he Said "this is where lying gets you" then pushed her mother to a wall, gets out his shotgun a shoots her in Straight in her head. Seeing the blood splatter all over the wall and her mothers body on the brick road with no life, Matilda looks in her mother's lifeless eyes and ran in shocked. Not knowing where to go, she ran through the streets of London, and Through little alleyways while the police were on her tail. She squeezed through the two walls that were the size perfected of a little-underfed person. As the police catch up and were about to shoot her, She turns her head, too faced the policeman and watched as he shoots his shotgun and the bullet just missed her head.
As the policeman reloaded his gun, Matilda got grabbed and pulled around the corner before the police fire another bullet. she looks to see her saver, or maybe her killer friend. The other policeman caught her on the other side. She thought she was done for and was going to get shot, before a rich looking man stopped the police and said "There is no need to kill, just detain. We don't want to keep dead or alive scrubs on our streets" and then he just walked away. Till this day she doesn't know who that rich man was but, boy was she thankful. "Just.... *sigh* be thankful he doesn't like killing scrubs like you. But you're still coming with me"
As always when you get arrested you go to court and get a huge sentence. In her case, it was 50 years locked up, till she got sent to go to Australia. Where she been spending her days finding a way to get out finally which happened 2 days ago.
5 cups of tea later, it is time to go to bed where I am writing this now so goodnight.
From the Old Man
