Creative Writing

(This is a story set in London in 1850)



September 15,

Dear Diary,

 Walking home in the dead of the night was not new to me, but tonight felt different. A shrill cry echoed in the mist. I could feel the tension in the distance. My life in London was no fairytale. I was cold, I was hungry and I was sore. I was living in an overcrowded apartment with people I didn’t even know.  I was 12 years old and working. My boss was horrible.



September 16,

Oh, Diary,

 Today couldn’t get any worse. I was fired from my job for replying back. Oh, the joy I felt when I heard those words. I walked out of the factory not knowing what I was going to do with my life from now on. From now on I was officially alone. Later in the day, I went back to the congested apartment I was living in. Boy oh boy. After getting fired from my job I thought things would be slightly better, obviously, things went in a different direction.



Later that night,



My thoughts were strangling me throughout the night, getting worse and worse as the seconds ticked by. I layed there thinking about what I saw. Thinking that there was hope for me in a different country. It all played in my head like a movie. A sudden sound woke me up to reality. I couldn’t take it anymore. I just wanted to leave but there was something holding me back.



September 21,

Dear Diary,

 Sorry, I haven’t been writing in here, my life has just been a complete mess ever since I got fired and kicked out of that⸺‘overcrowded’ apartment. I can’t seem to take my mind off what I saw. It has taken some time, but I’ve finally made my choice. I’m considering the option of moving. There were rumours surfacing the town yesterday that there is a whole other world out there. A place called ‘New Zealand’. There were a lot of opportunities. Academically and Socially. I even heard that they offer a better living environment. Maybe this is a wake-up call to me. Maybe moving would be the best choice.