Dear Diary,
It’s Rebecca, who else. One morning we were having tea and crumpets when a patriot knocked on our door. My father answered it and yelling the patriot said “YOU PEOPLE HAVE TO LEAVE AND MOVE NORTH INTO BRITISH TERRITORY” It wasn’t very nice…. (I think he had bad hearing). I know my father didn’t want to leave this house so he started arguing with a yell at the patriot. The patriot finally threatened to burn down our house and so my father said “fine were moving north”. He didn’t seem too pleased with it, but we had no choice. We loaded the wagon and headed north to British territory. I even saw my childhood friend staring at me while nodding his head left and right muttering something. I think if I knew what he was saying it wouldn’t be nice, we went up the trail into the forest. We walked along with the wagon for hours until nightfall came. This is probably one of the last times I will be writing, but I hope we make it to upper North America soon. We don’t get to eat much around here……
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