This is me, Ellie. I wrote a diary entry yesterday and I wanted to share it with you so you know the truth. I hope you understand it all; I wrote it quite quickly yesterday evening so it’s not all clear.
Something horrible happened to me today. I'm not sure if I really saw what I think I saw, but I'm not sure how to get it out of my head. When I was walking home from school, I saw Jack suspiciously creeping up to the school gates. At first, I thought it was another of his foolish pranks, so I just laughed and carried on walking. He was always the one sticking whoopee cushions under the teacher’s chair and pouring chocolate in the headteacher’s hat. That was before I noticed what he had in his hand. He was holding a matchbox in one paw and his eyes were fixed on a point in the distance... the wooden shed. Frantically, I scrambled away, reaching for a camera in my pocket. Realising I had forgotten it at home, I desperately tried to think of a plan to persuade him not to do it, but my mind was in chaos. Would Jack really attempt something this dangerous, and what would happen if he was caught!? I watched him struggle to climb up the slippery metal gates. He eventually swung himself over and dropped down on the ground, so I crept up to the gates to see better. Sure enough, he was heading for the shed. Petrified and rooted to the spot, I could only stare blankly as he got closer and closer to the shed. Suddenly, he stopped and cautiously looked around at the deserted playground. That brought me back to my senses. I turned and ran. Anxiously, I dashed all the way back home, and here I am, writing this. Maybe I'll publish it on TFRC later, so someone can explain and tell me I'm wrong. I really hope they do. Ellie