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Diary Of John Boo Radley's Diary

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Dear Diary last night was one of the scariest nights so far since we have lived in the annexe. During the day we have to be completely quiet and shouldn't make a sound, because below us Mr Kraler has a shop, he’s keeping us in hiding until the war is over. Around six o'clock we are able to walk around freely and talk and play live normal families, but last night was different. We were walking around and having fun until we heard a noise come from downstairs, it sounded like someone trying to break into the store, we all got quite in fear that someone might have found out we were up here. About five minutes passed, but then I made a mistake that just might have cost me and everyone our lives, I fell I tripped over the lamp and when I did it …show more content…
But it wasn't anything good. The first thing he said was,” you stupid little boy you knew we were supposed to keep quiet but you had to go and move and fall over didn't you”. I felt horrible and I knew what I did was wrong but I wasn't going to just sit there and let him talk to me like that not after what he said about Mouschi. So I yelled back at him telling him he had no right to be yelling at me it could have just easily had been him who tripped over that lamp I was so mad that could have punched him so I ran into my room and I lay down I tried to cool down but I couldn't. He had no right to yell at me it was an accident, He acts like I did it on purpose or something. As if I don't feel bad enough anyway. I finally fell asleep, but it doesn't seem the same it's like we all had our mouths glued shut because this morning noun of us said a word to each other not even Anne, well not at first at least. Anne was the first to break the silence, we all sat down for breakfast after I finished I put away my plate and came in my room to write this all down. I'm done writing for today, I will be back tomorrow, I just don't feel like I can do much more for the fear that tonight could be a lot

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