January 6, 1840
Great, we're gonna die. Master Workshire caught me and Father. What's goin to happen to us? Our future's is gone. It's worse than eva. Bein a slave is hard. I miss everyone. I hope Naomi's new dolly, Grace, and the rest of her family are ok. I'm a gonner. Help me. This diary, Dolly, and Dadda are all I have left. Only dolly, Dadda, and journal. And my journal is useless. Dolly was supposed to give me good luck. I guess it's time to give up.
*Stay tuned tomorrow for the next installment of Alison, by Ashleigh, 6-W.
*grin*
Life.
Is.
Good.
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