Dear Diary,
October 1,1943
Today we were walking home from school and I told Ellen “ I’ll race you to the corner!” But Ellen said no because her legs were too short. I was like we have to practice for the athletic meet on Friday, and I was begging Ellen, then she said “Oh, all right. Ready, she said. “Go!”
I outdistance my friend quickly, even though my shoes came untied. The corner was just ahead. I looked up, panting, just as she reached the corner. My laugh stopped. I was about to run into a soldier, but I stopped immediately. Ellen stopped right after me. Far back, little Kirsti came running. There were two soldiers. One of the soldier ask “Why are you running?” “I was racing with my friend” I said.
The soldier ask me what was in my backpack and I said “School Books.” “Are you a good student” the soldier asked.“Yes” He kept asking me questions and then Ellen. Then the soldier said “Go home”,all of you.”Are you going to tell your mother?” Ellen asked. ‘’I’m not” When I got there it was too late Kirsti had already told everything to my mom. My mom said “What happened, Annemarie” I said “Nothing, don’t worry” I felt bad about lying to my mom, but she would get mad at me for talk with the soldiers
Talk to you later, Annemarie
