Chapter 4.
Dear diary,
After we mended some smocks we were sent back to our huts. In my free time before mending smocks I saw a boy, the only boy I had seen since my brother was separated from me. I approached him with caution just in case any soldiers were around him. As I got closer, I could make out brown hair and blue eyes. " Hello," I said through the metal fence. "Hello," he replied. "I am Maya, who are you?" The boy replied with " Adam, I'm 13, how about you." "I'm 12. I'm sorry, I've got to go, maybe see you around sometime."
That was where our conversation ended, with me saying " I'll see you around sometime." And then he was gone, and I was sent back to the hut.
The next day...
Dear diary,
We didn't get anything for breakfast, I asked some of the seniors in my hut and they said, " they won't give us any."
"We are dirt to them, nothing, they will leave us to die," another person said. I didn't believe that though, I though they were joking.
The next day ...
Dear diary,
This morning was when I realised they would just let us die, I saw my neighbour who had cancer fall to the ground. She was awaiting treatment and it was due two days ago. But it was too late. I thought back to the arrival day, when the woman said," to see who is left."
