Dear diary, it has been so long since I have felt safe outside the comfort of my own home. When
will this end. When will everything be resolved. I don't know if I should continue to play it cool, or
be a revolutionary like everyone else. What if I do become a revolutionary. What if I say something
wrong? Will they send me to the guillotine? Who knows. Heck, what if I don't say something wrong
and they still send me to the guillotine. I mean it could happen. Innocent lives are being taken
everyday for the most ridiculous reasons. Honestly, I feel like people are making up reasons. Just
this morning I was looking out of the tiniest crack in my window, in fear of being spotted, I saw a
man headed to the guillotine for something so ludacris. This poor man did nothing worth death,
especailly by a contrasption that slices you head off. I know just watching, I shouldn't be scared. I
mean literally the whole town comes out to watch these events. They don't just watch, they cheer
and boo the so called convicts. For the strangest reason I can't shake this fear that keeps creeping
up into my body. Time for school, the only time I go out of the house. Even though as often as I can
I make up excuses and beg my mom not to go. Until i'm home at 2:00 exactly from school, curled up
in my bed, writing in my diary away from the dangers of the outside world. Only then may
my fear begin to start to seep away.
