Diary of Lauren Baskovitch Part 1

Part 1 of at least 3

Dear diary,

I have a feeling we are going to be spending a lot more time together so let me introduce myself: I’m Lauren Bakovitch and I’m 12 years old.

I live in a small, boring town a little bit outside of New York City. I was given this diary by my uncle who says that it will take me places I never dreamed possible. I’m not sure exactly what it means, but I’m beginning to understanding a little more now that I’m starting to write. You see, I want to be a writer more than anything else. I’ve always wondered what it would be like to be a great writer, haven’t not given it much thought in the past until I read Harry Potter. I guess that’s why I never considered a diary before, but it’s nice to have a place to put my thoughts and shelve them away somewhere for later use.

I met a boy named Ahmed today and had the most interesting conversation. He bought me a diet soda and said he wanted to travel the world and write. He wore glasses, but he was so nice. I would really like to hang out with him, but I don’t want to tell my parents because he’s Muslim.

You see—diary—I’m not prejudiced. It’s just that they are sending them away to internment camps. I don’t know if you have any knowledge of what lies beyond my own writing, but I’m just an ordinary girl who knows a little bit about the holocaust. Mr. McNalty was telling me the stories in class, about how this man named Hitler didn’t like certain kinds of people and tried to kill them all. But recently there was another terrorist attack. People are scared—so am I—but could fear drive us to make the same mistakes? I’m not sure.

My mom’s calling. I have to run.


Lauren Baskovitch


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