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Monday, October 7th, 1348

Paris, France: 4:00 p.m.

Dear Diary, 

    My name is Adele. I am a seven year old 

girl, who has been extremely depressed. Today 

is my birthday, so my mom bought me this 

journal. About a week ago, my friend, Jean, 

suddenly became sick with a new disease. 

Everyone is so terrified of getting it. It’s so 

bad, that no one in our city will go outside to 

play anymore. Usually, I would be in school. 

This day… It’s a complete different story. For 

they shut down all the schools!

It’s so bad, that no one in our city will go 

outside to play anymore. Usually, I would be in 

school. This day… It’s a complete different 

story. For they shut down all the schools!

Tuesday, October 8th, 1348

Paris, France: 10:00 p.m

Dear Journal,

    I’ve been woken up by the sound of my 

father’s unusual vomit. He has an insane fever, 

and he’s been feeling very weak. I hope he will 

get better. Also, I still haven’t heard from my 

friend, Jean… I hope she’s okay too. Her 

mother came to my house crying earlier, and 

no one would explain why. I’m not aloud out of 

my house, but I’m going to find a way to 

sneak to her house tomorrow. 

and no one would explain why. I’m not aloud 

out of my house, but I’m going to find a way to 

sneak to her house tomorrow.

Wednesday, October 9th, 1348

Paris, France: 3:00 p.m

Dear Journal,

I haven’t gotten a chance to sneak out of my 

house yet. A strange doctor was in my house 

screaming, and banging things. What’s even 

weirder is, he was wearing a scary bird mask, 

that made me cry. My father had weird things 

underneath his arm the size of apples! My 

mother took me into a different room, before I 

had a chance to talk to my father. I hope he 

will be okay. Anyways, I will for sure find a 

way to see my friend, Jean. Tomorrow for 

sure.

mother took me into a different room, before I 

had a chance to talk to my father. I hope he 

will be okay. Anyways, I will for sure find a 

way to see my friend, Jean. Tomorrow for 

sure.

Thursday, October 10th, 1348

Paris, France: 6:00 p.m.

Dear Journal,

    I haven’t seen my father today. My 

mother won’t stop crying, and won’t tell me 

what’s wrong. I went by Jean’s house today. I 

really wish I hadn’t. . . All I could see was her 

dead body on her porch. I started crying 

immediately. Walking through the streets was 

a different story. All I could smell, was death, 

and rotten flesh. I miss my dad, and I wish I 

could tell him about Jean. If only I knew where 

he was…. 

was a different story. All I could smell, was 

death, and rotten flesh. I miss my dad, and I 

wish I could tell him about Jean. If only I knew 

where he was…. 

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