Dear Diary, 

I have just left the hellish island known as Norwich I was planning on bringing Natasha but I was chased by a mob of thugs off the island but somehow, they found out about my boat so now it is just me sailing away all on my own in the middle of this blue void of an ocean. I feel so alone like a wolf in a desert. I am now starting to wonder why I fought this was such a great idea if I might drown at any hour minute and even second. 

Dear Diary, 

I have just landed on a mysterious island I have noticed a beaten-up old cathedral barely poking out above the tree screen although I could already have seen it since all the trees were dead. The cathedral is in a terrible state like a bomb hit it with all the windows having a gaping hole in them. Hang on a minute there are people here. How? How could people live he... 

Ael

Dear Diary, 

I am sick of this place! I recently met two scrawny girls who take turns to taunt me. I don’t know why. There is no food around here either all I get every day is the scraps of others. The other people in this place don’t do very well at explaining what the devil they are all doing here or come to think of it they are not good at explaining at all. I don’t wish I didn’t stop by here though because otherwise I am smart enough to know that I would be fish food! 

Sometimes I wish I was just patient enough to stay at nor weigh. At least there I wasn’t just fed small scraps from the others. Or I could have some privacy. Or be able to run around. Or at least be able to talk to people who actually speak English.  sometimes I look back and see that I did the right thing. I wish I went with my mum it seems selfish I know but at least I wouldn’t be in this mess. Any way my dada was a smart person he could easily find a way out.  

Manni

 

Dear Diary, 

Did I make the right decision? I have had such a journey I just want my mum and dad! I’VE come from NORWICH to this run-down depressing cathedral and I have no one to talk to no one to make me feel happy only if Natasha was here she always keeps my mind off things. WHY WAS I SO STUPIED TO LEAVE HER! I rowed across from Norwich to this thing I could see in the distance; I was very very curious, when I got there, I was intimidated by some boys apparently called the “eels”; they thought I was a PIG! Or one of the others don’t get me started on why they thought that. The leader of the gang was called Dooby, the other one was called spat and I can't quite remember the last ones name he was quite quiet. The people here look half dead their clothes were sheets from the museum's antiques there was only children I can’t understand why. The “eels” have apparently accepted me to the group because I am smart but I just wish I had my parents back! 

Heidi

Dear Diary, 

Have I made a mistake? Leaving Norwich? Eel island is like hell on earth. There’s nothing to eat or drink, everybody is mean and nasty and ruled over by a boy called Dooby. There’s something more to this island that meets the eye. I don’t know what yet, but I will find out.  

The sun never shines, and the sea never stops rising. I can't believe I am saying this, but I almost prefer Norwich to hear.  

The children hear are broken. It is almost like they have given up on life. They never get food, only rotten fish which makes the hole place stink. The cathedral is basically a death trap. I think the people hear know that, but I don’t think they care. 

Tell me diary, how do I get out of hear?  

Zoe 

Betty

 

Dear Diary, 

Dear Diary, you won't believe where I have ended up... it's much worse than Norwich. I have been surrounded more than I ever have. Oh, diary should I have left Norwich? please help me... I know I am going to hate this island. All I could smell was the horrible smell of rotten fish and people's old mucky clothes. please help me diary I am hating this.  

There are so many questions I have about this horrible old mucky cathedral: Where are all the adults? How am I going to survive here in this mess of a place? Why did I travel here in the first place? I am so confused... 

Until tomorrow diary... 

Zoe  

Isobel

 

As she reached in her pockets, the lights from the broken shattered windows began to fade into the distance leaving her standing still, not moving in the corner as she began to crouch down. Curled up in the corner, she cautiously pulled out her hickory-brown journal carefully avoiding the cobwebs that cornered her and pulled out her garnet-red bull point pen leaving her hand shivering in the cold as her hands were released into the cold dirty air...

Dear Diary, she began to write 

It all happened so quickly yet so painfully slow. I was rowing my boat, panting, and trying to catch my breath when something caught my eye. A tall crooked rocky building? Wait. No, it was a cathedral I thought as I caught my breath and began to look more closely. The grimy statues of gargoyles stared back at me a questioning look on their face. 

I slowly pulled up to the shore of the island and clambered cautiously out of the boat and took a minute to breath it all in. 

It didn’t take me long to reach the shadowy-grey door of the once breath-taking sanctuary. Slowly, I forced all my weight against the door, but it took 6 attempts until it finally budged open. As I struggled upon the mesh of cobwebs, I came across the corridor. The mouldy taupe wallpaper was shredded and torn at the edges as flakes of the papery material drifted onto the ruffled stained carpet. 

As I made my way forward, I came across what looked like the cathedrals hall which was full of rows and rows of long crooked log like benches and only once a bit of light began to search the room from the cracked and shattered stained glass windows which was hiding behind the mouldy clay coloured stained curtain did I notice the scraps of people who looked worser than the temple its self. The violence of the fire spread in a circle as the smoke cornered all beings in the hall. The sound of coughing and spluttering echoed the room when suddenly it all went quiet and the only sound left was the sound of distant footsteps coming for me. It was dooby…

Ellie

 

Dear Diary, 

These couple of days have been really crazy. First, I landed on this horrible island with horrible people. Molly and Sarah cling to each other like magnets but they do pull apart to taunt me taking turns to bully me. Also, dooby and his henchmen are so confusing. They called me a pig a cat and a dog for some reason and now I'm part of the eels for a bit. Oh, why? Why did I leave Norwich? I want to find my parents but this really is driving me loopy.  I haven’t slept in days and I wish I would have brought Natasha. She would have known what to do. I wish mum and dad had never left. The island itself is horrific. I have got to find some food soon but this island has no food anywhere. It has been so hard.  

Why did I leave. This week I have got no sleep and I have also rowed for 4 hours. I feel if I am the most alone, I have been in years but I am surrounded by people. I am so depressed and anxious.  This page is hard to fill without spilling out pages and pages of writing and ending up writing all night. But I can say one thing... I miss Natasha. I wish I hadn’t left her. She knows her way around this part of the earth more than I know and she would have been super helpful. She sounded so mad at me, in her letter and now I feel like she doesn’t like me anymore. She was the closest thing I had to a friend and she has stuck by me for over 3 years now.  

Oh, what should I do?  

Love from zoe x 

Liberty