The Diary.
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| Submitted: Tue Feb 03 2004
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Sunday mornings were always spent trailing round the car boot sales. Coming home with what Mom and Dad called bargains. This one Sunday mom had brought a very old, black diary but inside the pages were blank. Every page completely blank and for some strange reason mom gave it to me so I just placed it the chest of draws next to my bed and thought nothing more of it. That night I woke in the early hours of the morning to find I was extremely cold and considering it was June, this was very odd! I tried to snuggle down to sleep and noticed the draw was open, I got up closed the draw and went to sleep. Next morning I woke to find the sun was shining through my huge patio window and the birds were singing. I got up had some breakfast packed my...


