Dear Diary

Dear diary I'm writing to you about the last couple of days. I saw my mom with a guy at the Amber Mall who was not my dad. The man had short blond hair. I was with Terry at the Amber Mall where it was 82*.

 

I learned how to fly the plane I was in. The pilot ,Jake or John or something tought me how to stear and go up and down ,left and right. The pilot had a heart attack so he couldn't fly the plane any more. So with the little tips he gave me I tried to land the plane. After the pilot had a haert attack I had to try and land the plane where  there where no trees but I hit some and they took one of the wings off the plane. I slid across the sand and into the water. Ripping and tearing at my seat belt I tore Off some of my nails off. I got out of the plane and swam Up to shore. I was on some kind of tropical Island.



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                              Brian Robeson