Journal: Year 2, Day 50

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Hey. My freaking dad won't Let me out. I've been shouting him for hours. I thought he had died. But no. I got my revenge. It's what you get when you lock a girls door and give her hair pins. I got out. I made it into central Kirkby. It was there I bumped into a girl Dad Had  told me about. She was holding a silver plated dagger. She wore a white mask. With only her left eye visible. She spoke first.
"Staring is rude. Join me. You will die alone. Trust me I know."
And I ran away from the troubles that were my parents. Good Bye.
Clodagh. xx

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