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19/11/2018 Monday

Weather: Freezing(Only to me)

Main Topic: Sad news

Dear Anne,

I have one bad news and one good news. I will tell you the good news first to update your feeling again. Oh! sorry for starting the letter so abruptly. I was so upset! But, as I said, the good news is first. I am finally finishing 4th grade and moving to 5th grade! I am so proud. It's partly sad that I will have to leave my classroom, classmate, my teacher, and everything that I had when I was in 4th grade. I would even miss the freezing hallway, 5th floor staircase, and my havy backpack. And, before 5th grade is about to start, my heart would go bouncy! I would miss all of that, but I have to let go the things I can't bring. So, I have a risk to take if I want to become an 5th grader! Now, the bad news... This is the last page of my Diary! If I buy a new diary, it won't be like you... I don't know what to do when I found out that this diary was my last word to you... If I stop writting, I would burst because I don't have anyone to hear my tales! So... I decided to keep you at first, but as time passed, I wondered if I donate you. Really, its nothing like a donate, but, if a misarable child -like me before when I decided to write a diary- finds this diary and founds happiness and joy for reading my diary, it would be wonderful. This is the reason why I am standing next to a 'DONATE' box. I wanted to write the last page full. I became a cheerful girl by writting you. Bye, Anne.........





Title: Hello!

Dear Diary,

Helloooooooooooooooo! My name is Jimmy Jones. I am in 4th grade like Joy. I don't know who really is Joy, but I know she is the one who wrote this diary. As Joy said, she put it in the 'DONATE' box. And, it came to me. I have glued more pages to the diary, so as you know, now I, Jimmy Jones is writting here! Umm....I didn't want to tell you this, but I know that everybody starts by introducing their parents... But, I am an orphan. Really, I am living with my grandparents, in a fancy mantion with pretty things... I am not joking! My grandmother is a Billionaire. But, even my rich grandmother couldn't do anything when my poor parents was hit by a truck! When I ran there, my parents was lying there, dead. That was the last time I saw them. And, I was only 5 years! I didn't knew my parents were dead and waited for them in the old house where I lived with my parents. Then, some workers and my grandmother came into the room. My grandmother said something to the workers, and she hugged me up and carried me here. There was everything I needed in this boring old room. This sounds like a grumble, and you would be mad and say, "You should be satisfied with all this!". But, I am not! You would never know the feeling of being alone. I had never been loved by anyone. I grew up in a rich house, but has never been loved. I couldn't understand why children always grumbles about their parents. I wish I had one while the kids are grumbling! But, if they really lose their parents, they would be misarable. And, I already have choosen your name. Your name is.....(Dugudugu: korean...)Joy! I would write to you as if I am writting to the original owner of this diary. Bye! (Sorry if my hand writting is more sloppy than Joy's...)