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Version: 2014-08-30
Contents
F.M. Diary Entry, 10th September 1493
F.M. Diary Entry, 17th September 1493
F.M. Diary Entry, 18th September 1493
F.M. Diary Entry, 19th September 1493
F.M. Diary Entry, 20th September 1493
F.M. Diary Entry, 24th September 1493
F.M. Diary Entry, 27th September 1493
F.M. Diary Entry, 24th October 1493
F.M. Diary Entry, 21st November 1493
F.M. Diary Entry, 30th November 1493
F.M. Diary Entry, 5th December 1493
F.M. Diary Entry, 7th December 1493
F.M. Diary Entry, 10th December 1494
12th April, 2014
I am writing this as fast as I can. The doors on the Phaedra don’t lock, and Mom could walk in any moment. I have no privacy. I am the only twelve-year-old girl I know who has to share a room with her mom. I have pointed out how unfair it is, the way the jellyfish equipment takes up the whole front of the boat, but Mom won’t listen. Typical – the jellyfish get their own room and I don’t.
I’m not trying to make excuses for my handwriting or anything, but if it is all scrawly that’s because my arm’s so trembly I can hardly hold the pen. I think it’s from gripping on to the tractor for so long. The entire way home I had to cling to the wheel arch, sitting up there behind Annie like a parrot perched on a pirate’s shoulder. The way she