Thursday, December 1, 2016

Journal Entry 11

Day 25
My parents whisper at night to each other.  I don’t think they know I can hear them.  Last night I overheard dad say he hopes Will and Beth survive long enough for the Robinson’s to get them.  I dreamed that our family was the ones to go looking for them.  We found the flag they used to identify their shelter but Will and Beth weren’t there.  Instead, there was a pile of bones.  I know it’s just a dream but I can’t get the image of that pile of bones wearing the scarf I’m making out of my head.


Mom caught me destroying the scarf I’ve been working on for the past week.  I couldn’t tell her about my dream.  She is still upset about David.  I lied and said the yarn was to loose.  The truth is there is no way I’m ever giving that scarf to anyone.  I can’t stand the idea of anything being made with the yarn I used for it so I cut it up.  The pieces left are too small for anything.  I got into trouble for being wasteful.  I don’t care.  I’ll wash all the dishes for a week, it was worth it.

1 comment:

  1. This is probably my favorite journal entry so far so I hope all of you enjoy it.

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