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Dear Diary…

Dear Diary…. Year 5 Writing . Dear Diary,

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  1. Dear Diary… Year 5 Writing

  2. Dear Diary, I can’t believe it; the more I try to help people, the more they are dying. I just don’t know what to do. Maybe I should just give up? I am a complete failure…maybe my best is not good enough. I am so confused. After work I went to the graves, which had dead bodies in them and rats are running everywhere. Back at my office I found a patient being sick, she must have caught the bubonic plague. I put on my beak, which was filled with herbs, so I didn’t catch the bubonic plague. I tried to help her but her buboes didn’t burst, so she instantly died. I was so frustrated and anxious as everybody else was saving peoples lives, but I couldn’t. I feel like I should just give up. Bye for now, Shannon Monday 17th September 1348

  3. Monday 17th September 1348 Dear Diary, I can’t believe it; I caught the plague, must have been those rats in these old, gloomy slums. There are brown, hairy rats everywhere. My dad, who is now very scared, is dying from the Black Death. What am I going to do if I’m homeless? Who will give me money to buy food? I wonder how my mum is?I the slums people are vomiting, screaming, coughing, even choking. In front of my eyes today there were bodies rotting, blood stains everywhere and mould growing. I don’t want to go out, it is absolutely horrible out there. Jason

  4. Monday 17th September 1348 Dear Diary,Today was the most dreadful day of my life! My mum has caught the Black Death and now the plague is quickly creeping up on people. I think, however, that I might catch the Black Death too because my family are living in a slum in the corner of an old, abandoned street. It’s so damp and smelly. My dad, who is strong and brave, has gone to be in the army meaning that I am stuck with my mum and brother. I am very scared as everyone I know now has the Black Death and they are really suffering. What will happen next?Jeff

  5. Monday 17th September 1348 Dear Diary,What a terrible day I have had. I heard the worst news ever! My parents have caught the Black Death. After the realisation of this frightening news had sunk in, I felt completely and utterly devastated. Eventually my parents will die a horrific death, then what will I do? How will I cope looking after my younger brothers and sisters when I am still just a child myself? I am so very worried about the future. I want to just give up, however I know I cannot. I have to be brave. My siblings, who are still just babies really, need to be cared for and loved. I fear that soon I will be the only one left to look after them.I’ll write soon diary.Elliot

  6. Monday 17th September 1348 Dear Diary,Today was the most disgusting day of my life. I became a head surgeon and then helped to treat the king. This was very frightening as I have no cure for this terrible infection. I walked through the room towards him step by step, my heart was thumping fast, it felt like being in prison. Sadly, the king failed to survive and he passed away. It is a hard time as my tools of the trade are weak (I am not the one that bought them.) I am worried that they will not do a proper job. What if I catch the plague? What if I end up in the hospital, not treating people, but with this horrific disease myself. Your old friend, Ethan.

  7. Monday 17th September 1348 Dear Diary, I got up this morning in these horrible, smelly London streets. I am terrified of the Black Death coming to me. My friend Elsie is really suffering and I feel so anxious and concerned that I might get it. While I walk down the streets I see horrific sights of death. I can hear the fearful, piercing shrieks of women in agony who lay on the paths. Elsie feels very apprehensive about the Black Death in case she dies or she gets too weak. I am thinking I may eventually get this awful plague and die. At least I would then be in heaven with my wonderful family and friends, who have already fallen victim to this horrific disease. Ellie

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