By: Gracie B
New Hampshire, Grade: 4

Dearest Diary, It is now that I start to confide evrything to you. I have had this for some time but have not a need to use you. My name is Michelle Baker. I am nine. I am fairly happy dearest diary. I have many friends and I get good grades in school. But diary i need a true friend. Yes Sally Trewer is my best friend and I trust her. But I need someone to whom I can confide everything in. You dear diary are that someone. Right now I chose to start writing or shall I say confiding in you because it is a time where I need someone like you. Most people call it the Great Deoression, diary but I call it 1931. Today had been espicially bad because Dad lost his job. Now we are going to live off of the boarders and mom's laurey buissness. You may say that plenty to live off but it is not for a family of eight who has four boarders. This is actually very little. Well it happened like this; Dad works at the bank on Parson St. But ever since stock market crashed banks havent been having good buissness. But Dad's bank was doing well considering the conditions. But today it was shut down because of the lack of customers. So now that Dad doesnt get pay we are going to have to stop buying things that arent the necessities. This will prove hard I believe for I like toys and other silly things that have no meaning. But I confess, dearest diray, that I will try as hard as I can! How hard will try you cant even visulize! My candle is burning low... So I must go. I am a poet and I didnt know it! Ha. Ha. Good bye!

Sincerley,
Michelle
P.S I will write tomorrow.