Entry 5

Dear journal,
Today was supposed to be the most perfect day of my entire life. Miss Edmunds had invited me to go to either the Smithsonian or the National Gallery down at Washington with her. I, obviously, agreed to tag along immediately. She came to pick me up at my house. I wanted to ask her whether Leslie could come with us but decided against that. We had a wonderful day, admiring the beautiful works of art at the National Gallery. When I got home, everything came crashing down. Brenda informed me that Leslie was dead. She had apparently drowned in the creek. I couldn’t accept it, I wouldn’t.