This page looks just about as normal as the last one. You begin to read again.

My friend visited me, 10/24

“Dear diary, it's been a few days and he has come back. He was telling me about all of the fun stuff that he was able to do with this new family. It's almost halloween so they carved pumpkins and put up decorations. I felt a little jealous but I was happy for him. He told me not to worry about staying here any longer, as on halloween, he was planning on rescuing me. He told me that he would convince the new family to keep me again. I got so excited, I can't wait to leave. I can't stand being around all of these other kids, watching them go to their permanent homes while I have to come back here. I saw Mrs. Jones peeking in here, hopefully she didn't read too much”


Foster home? You start to feel a bit bad for this kid. You realize that you've been just standing outside this whole time so you decide to go home to read the last entry at home. As you walk, you can feel a presence watching you, but you don’t see anyone. You think nothing of it and continue home.