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Dear Diary,
Here I am in the middle of a city, 350 miles far away from our farmhouse. Do you want to know why we move last week? Dad lost his job, and as Mom explained, ¡° He was lucky to find other one.¡± His new job meant I had to say goodbye to my classmate , my school or just everything else I love in the world. To make matters bad, now I have to share a room with my younger sister, Maggie. Tomorrow is first day of school. I am awfully tiring, but I know I will never fall sleep.
Good night and remember, you, dear diary, is my only souvenir from my past life and my only friend.
Yours,
Rosemary