Dear Diary –

Today is kind of hectic so bare with me. Dad and I got onto a boat, it almost felt like the boat of nightmares as I heard beggars screaming and crying to get on. While I quietly sat I felt my eyes fill with tears seeing those poor helpless people in need of help. As we sailed away the warmth of my own father’s body made me feel lucky to have someone I love beside me through these tough times. 

Once we arrived on land I was filled with joy and relief that we had finally found a place that we could call home. Somewhere safe away from any harm. When we finally walked into town my nose felt like it was going to melt from the smell of delicious pastries coming from the local bakery. I truthfully felt like coming here was a waste of my time as we had nowhere to go. We had to pick a spot on a random dark cold creepy alleyway, our stomach’s so empty that they sounded like they were screaming at us. 

Later that night Dad and I went on a little walk to this house and I was genuinely excited. I thought WE had a nice home to live in but by the small little kiss that dad gave me  on the cheek and that look he had had on his face I could tell that only I had a home to live in. Eyes filled with tears and despair I watched my dad slowly walk away and disappear into the unknown.

Alma 

Cheerfully skipping through town while the cold shivery snowflakes slowly fall onto my skin. Making my way through the alleyway I suddenly stop seeing a blackboard full of names catch my eye. 

My eyes unhurriedly admiring the blackboards of names. I decide to pick up a piece of chalk  laying around and write my own name too. Gradually backing up I feel all my happiness quickly drain and turn into an uneasy eerie feeling that had my skin turn frosty. I progressively turn around to see a cute but frightening wooden doll, that looks exactly like me from head to toe, behind a glass window. 

 I approach the doll version of me to get a better view and it suddenly vanishes. It feels like my brain is playing mind tricks on me. Curiously I check the windows and finally spot the doll. Without thinking I vigorously try to open the door but it won’t  budge. Anger gets the best of me and I chuck a snowball at the door. Furiously walking away I immediately stop and freeze as I hear the door steadily creak open. 

I enter the room, my jaw drops and eyes widen in disbelief.  I spot a large amount of dolls of all shapes and sizes. It almost felt like the dolls were eyeing me out. I walk closer towards the doll, but trip over a wooden doll dressed in a suit riding a bike. It was laying sideways so I decide to put it down properly. It starts riding off furiously towards the rusty door, slamming onto it non stop. I turn around to find the doll missing again. Here I go again! I tilt my head up and  see the doll on one of the top shelves bunched up with other dolls. I finally felt a moment of relief. I walk over to this brownish, green velvet couch and climb onto it. I accidentally bumped into the dolls sitting on the couch. I bite the mitten off my hands with my teeth so I can get a better grip while I snatch the doll. 

As I reach up to touch the doll, thinking nothing wrong will happen I see this vision of myself transforming into the doll. Everything goes pitch black and I see this image of naked baby dolls lined up in a row. I see myself looking through what looks like a fisheye lens. Feeling panicked I hyperventilate. It feels like my heart is slowly shutting itself down to the clicking sound of my eye movements. All I can feel is the dolls surrounding me staring at me. The intensity of their stares felt like they were staring into the depths of my soul. The sound that will continue to haunt me the most is hearing another old rusted mechanic sound of a doll slowly rising up waiting patiently for its next victim. 

This is my pointillism drawing and I am representing my Polynesian flower.

Dear Town of Autumnvale 

This letter is to inform you of my brother’s passing and to discuss my personal experience in Autumnvale.

I will never forget how badly all of you treated my brother and I. The narcissistic, unnecessary and racist behavior we’ve received during our stay . 

Ever since my brother’s passing my health has been great. My green skin has faded away and I can feel myself getting stronger and stronger everyday. It is ridiculous and extra for people of Autumnvale disrespecting and bringing their  discrimination’s to my brother and I as we are apparently “not like the others”. The amount of rudeness that we’ve received really showed me how people can switch up just by the look of someone’s skin colour. It really shows how cruel some people are. If only I could turn back time and stand up for my brother and I, but you dont ever have to worry about me ever stepping foot into your town again.

 I Am the Way The Truth And the Life

Jesus said to him, “I am the way and the truth^* and the life. No one comes to the Father except through me: John 14:6

Zoo

I took a look around my new place and room. It feels weird that my brain can’t function. I like my new room but sometimes I miss my privacy as I live in a zoo now and privacy doesn’t exist at my new place since I am mostly surrounded by human beings 24/7. It’s 2:30 in the afternoon and my eardrums feel like they are going to burst by the sounds of adults screaming and shouting, kids crying and throwing huge tantrums, my eye sockets feel like they are going to explode from the looks of my now atrocious room rubbish everywhere, my own poop the smell feels like acid to my nose and makes my stomach nauseous.  Another day went by and I felt like disappearing from this place. I dislike it alot. I got random objects thrown at myself for not entertaining families who came to the zoo today but it’s so exhausting entertaining people everyday and every hour I just want and need a break from everything and everyone, words that hurt my feelings being yelled and chucked at me. I am so worn out and drained that I am just going to find a lovely corner inside of my room and just lay there, drowning myself in my thoughts.