December 16, 1740
Today I sat on the curb of my Pa's old work shop, hoping to god the state would reopen his shop. I looked down at my feet, pushing back my wispy short hair, i realized the hole in my sneckers were growing at a great lenght and speed. "Curse why must me shoes be so small?" Then thats when I heard it the loud Boom wahmbulance looks like the Nazi couldn't take it anymore. They'd been after use Jews' for I don't know how long. Why wouldn't they just stop? They had already dropped two booms in the past three months, warning us they were coming down to shot us then and there for being rebels. I ran up the curb, twisting down Cornt Lane, it was time to warn Pa for use to take off toward the fields, some place far far away. I must stop writing for it is getting dark were I am. I shall write again soon.
 Daisuke Elric · Tue Dec 05, 2006 @ 12:29am · 0 Comments |
