April, 7, 1775-Just Saying "Hi!" and The News

Dear Diary,

nothing happened all the way from the last time I wrote. As I wrote as a title, I was just saying "Hi!". Oh, and other thing, my father, John, and Andrew left last night, and they told me they are going to be helping our beloved country. It is really capital! But I don't know how they can help my country, but I believe they can help. There aren't much to say, and now I know why uncle Fredrick came. It's because father, John, and Andrew left, and we needed a grown-up gentlemen. My brothers and I haven't said to each other much. I don't know what's wrong with them, but it doesn't matter. The more we talk to each other, the more we fight. But I really miss the times when we play games outside. By the way, I can't go outside either. William said it's the rules. What rules? That's all the news, and I have to help for dinner.

March, 20, 1775-The big mystery

Dear Diary,

Annabel, my ben cove for life came to visit me this morning. We played with my doll collection, and then I told her about how uncle Fredrick is acting, and all she said is "Oh", that's all! Just "Oh"! I do not know what was wrong about Annabel, but I think she knows what's happening. Am I the only one that doesn't know? Still, Ann would've given me more sympathy.

After she went home, Berta, my nanny and housekeeper told me to just put any random clothes in a luggage that she gave me(believe me, it was disgusting). I stared at her with disbelieve, so I asked what's going on, but instead of answering my question, she told me to ask my parents.So I did. You know what they said? "Some of us are moving soon Marge,". Moving? Soon? I couldn't believe it at all. First, I couldn't go to school, and now? They are telling me that we....no wait, did they said "Some of us...."? What was that supposed to mean?

A couple hours later, I saw my dad's, John's, and Andrew's luggage at the front door. I thought we were moving later?! I couldn't stand it anymore. I really HAVE to know what's going on!!

March, 14, 1775-The eerie, odd, peculiar, strange, unnormal, etc. Day

Dear Diary,

my uncle had arrived in the middle of our dinner. I was really startled on how serious his face was. He usually have this awfully scary look. Except for right now, when I saw him, there were no words to describe. That's not all. I was even more astonished when I came up and wanted to help with his luggage.
"Oh, no Margaret, you shouldn't be lifting these luggage for me. Your brothers could handle it" he said. I looked around the room, but nobody found it interesting, and just did what they had to. After he was settled, we went back to eat. I was stunned for the third time. He was actually talking, and we could make sense of what he was talking about. At the end of dinner, uncle Fredrick gave me my birthday gift. It was a bracelet. I could see that it was hand made. I thanked him, and went to bed. I know something is going on, and nobody is telling me what it is. Well then, I have to find out by myself. At 11 p.m., I jumped out of bed(quietly), and went to family room. I saw my parents there, no, with uncle Fredrick, no wait! My whole family was there! How could that be?
"....she have to know..." came Andrew's voice.
"....Andrew's right,......" I think that was William's voice.
"....I don't think it's a good idea....." Anne.
Then, there was a dead silence. I went back to my room, because I couldn't make up any of the words, bur wasn't it clear? They had something to tell me. I'm going to bed now. It's awfully late. I tell you the rest later.

March, 11, 1775-Uncle Fredrick

Dear Diary,

nothing happened all that time from February. This old man had been coming to our house to teach me about History. There was old lady either, to teach my sister, but her nursing. My brothers were away most of the time, and I do not know what they are doing. Until today, I overheard my parents talking. I think they thought I was in bed, but I wasn't. They said my uncle's coming to my house. Uncle Fredrick is coming to my house. The only uncle I have, and the worst uncle you could ever imagine. He always yells even though you ain't do nothing wrong, and he yells even louder when we are not doing anything at all. When he's joking around, and we don't laugh, he tells us we don't have sense of humor. The truth is, he's not funny at all. People say he's a little disturbed. I don't get it, his name means peace keeper, but he's not peace at all.

At dinner, they told us that uncle is moving to our house to take care of my mother, my sister, and me. What does that mean? What about my brothers, and father? Before my birthday, dinner time was my favorite. We could share our stories of the day. Right now, it's the worst time of the day. There's always something to be told, and it's always a bad news.

February, 18, 1775-My Seventh Birthday????

Dear Diary,

you're my first diary I've ever had, so you better be good, and try not to give me a paper cut. Auntie Martha gave you to me for my birthday present. My name is Margaret. Margaret Allen. I'm seven-years-old, and I have five siblings. John, he's 20, Andrew, he's 18, James, he's 15, William, he's 13, Anne, she's 12, and the most annoying sister you could possibly wish for. My father is a really important person in my country, and as my mother always says, the crown has big things for my father to do, so I can't bother him too much. My mother's name is Margaret, which is my name either, so I'm really proud of it. You know why diary? Because Margaret means pearl, and pearls are pretty. I wanted the name Tracey, since it means brave, but William told me I can't change my name after my parents had given me my first name. I do not know where he got that from, but I actually listened what he said, which is a rare thing from me. I live in the 13 Colonies, North Colonies, Massachusetts, and I'll try to draw the map....

Well, I think that's all I have to tell you about myself. This was the swell gent birthday I ever had! My brother John gave me a music box* (that's what he said). It was light blue, and had these little tiny ceramic, white bows. It was really capital, and the color, is even more. Every time I turn the knob, this music will start playing. I think it's one of Ludwig van Beethoven's song. That's not the only thing why John is my favorite brother. He is the most wondrous brother! My other brother didn't gave me much. They gave me pencils, and other school equipments, and my sister gave me a bow.


Later on the evening.....

While we ate our dinner, nobody talked. It was quieter than quiet. Anne's not talking about her bad hair day, Andrew and William are not arguing about things that are not my business, John and James are not "sharing" their opinions about the food, father's not talking about his job, and mom is not yelling, and trying to keep everyone quiet. At the end of dinner, when I was heading to my bedroom, my parents appointed me to come back, and sit down on the living room. Was I in big trouble? I waited long, and my jaw opened as my parents talked for almost an hour. No, I wasn't in big trouble. I was in magnificent trouble. My parents told me I'm not going to school starting today. They already told my siblings, and I'm guessing that was the cause they were not talking at dinner. I asked if I'm ever going to see Annabel Elayne Cunningham, my ben cove for life. They said I will, but I'm not so sure. When they said that, they exchanged glances. I ran right to my room, feeling extremely awful of the news. On my way to my bedroom, I crashed into Anne, and realized that everyone was there, and eavesdropping the conversation. Unlike the times when I'm not sad, they would tell me I was acting ridiculous, but instead of saying that they all came around, and hugged me. They are saying everything will be fine. I want to believe them, but how? It is my birthday after all. Why does my best birthday turned into the worst one ever?

*My brother John is working with really complicated things, and some how managed to make a music box. I think it's the first one yet, and not many people know them.