Here is my story, I hope you like it:
Tuesday, September 12, 5015
Dear Diary,
Hi Mr Diary, It’s me, Theo. My sister, Lana just got back with a torch for me. She had a tape recording for us to sell, it was a recording of children playing. I tried to get it of Lana but she just said go to bed. The next morning I got up early, careful not to wake Lana, I reached up to get the tape recording. I found the gas mask that fitted me. My heart pounded as I stepped out into the dusty streets.
I walked the mile long walk to the small village and entered some big gates that led to a small school courtyard. I sat down on a rusty merry-go round kind of thing. Turning the tape on, I placed it next to me and spun around. Suddenly I hear two people playing with a paper jet. I imagine them throwing the jet and running to retrieve it. I really want to play with them.
I pluck up the courage to remove my goggles and face mask. I removed them slowly and fell to the ground, dreaming that my leg had grown back and the two people had come to life.
When I woke up (three hours later) I saw that the tape had snapped. I said to Lana that I would never ever go anywhere without her.
