DAY 7

I don't want to go. I am so angry that I could punch a tank. I was told to go into my room, pull my curtain down and knot it into a bag I can wear on my back, and pack my clothes into it. I wish my mum burn a candle now so we don't have to go. Mum's burying our school. Suddenly, I am determined to find a way for us to stay.