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March 16

I am having the worst night ever. I can not think for many reasons. One, my ball-point pen tip is clicking against my notebook loudly, two, I do not believe the news that our teacher brought today.

β€œWe teachers have received surprising news today,” Ms. Goldman said. I noticed the tone of her voice wasn’t excited or surprised. She sounded tired and even a bit glum as if the news was banning all chairs in the school.

Everyone leaned in. Not me. The sound of her voice, the look on her face, and the slump of her shoulders made me realize it was something bad. Something really, really bad. How do I know this? It’s because Ms. Goldman usually liked news that sucked for us.

β€œNow, we all know about the virus outbreak,” she started. β€œWe have been okay to go to school before, but it has gone worse. The virus is getting so contagious, that we have no choice but to shut down the school.”

Everyone exchanged looks, and there were gasps that filled the air.

A few seconds of silence later, I expected questions. There were.

β€œForever? Or until the virus is gone?”

β€œDid the other schools plan to shut down too?”

β€œDo we have school online? Because once my sister had to do school online and they did it face to face with everyone else, only everyone was in their rooms and not at school.”

Ms. Goldman answered every question each student asked. The only question she ignored was Cole’s, I remember. He asked, β€œIs it lunchtime?” I know Ms. Goldman hates it when the boys ask the same question over and over. I said the because six of the boys think they are funnier than the clowns in the circus, and that is what makes them annoying.

β€œWe will be packing up after lunch,” Ms. Goldman continues. β€œPlease pack everything you need because we won’t be coming to school in a long time, I’m afraid. No textbooks. Your lunchboxes too! And please, wipe your desks after you clean up because we have to keep this place as sanitary as possible.”

She tells us more things about packing up, and about tests and grades. I listen, but I get carried away from a crow in the distance. That reminds me of a poem. Everything reminds me of a poem. It goes like this-

Then, there was a crow

Singing its beloved tones

He knew where he belonged

After he sang its morning song


I admit, I don’t really know what this means. What does it mean, he knew where he belonged after he sang its morning song? How could you know where you belong after you sing? I don’t get it.

But I went off topic here, sorry, diary.

I was so freaked out, along with everyone else when we heard the news. Sure, Catherine Stein was so excited, that fat little chipmunk that did nothing but smile, showing off her braces. She whooped with joy, even though no one knew why. Even she didn’t know why. It’s just her thing.

But I had so many questions that the teacher couldn’t answer. My friends! I didn’t have a phone yet, so I couldn’t call anyone! And people think fifth grade is the perfect year to have a phone, my mother doesn’t think so. She says seventh grade is. Also, my friend-that-is-a-boy. He isn’t my boyfriend, of course, I’m too young. But we met when I was playing soccer alone. He asked to join, and we became friends. I will miss him so much! I really want to get his Discord, which is the closest social media I have. I don’t even think it’s social media! My mom is such a sensitive freak! But my older brother Bryan says I need to listen or else I will turn into those stupid brats that want boyfriends and stay up all night to find an online date and show off their pretty skin on the beach. So I listen.

It’s 12:00 AM. I stopped writing at 11:30 PM, but I dozed off thinking about our school, how we will probably come back next year. But then I had another feeling. I had sympathy for the sixth graders. They were going to graduate this year, but because of the virus, they will probably have to figure out some kind of way to throw a graduation party. Somehow. Suddenly, not being able to go to school at all wasn’t the worst of my problems. What if next year there is a new virus or something and I won’t be able to graduate? Sad. But at least my friends are there for me.

This girl, Maria, is very sensitive. She gets agitated easily, and I was pretty curious about what her reaction was going to be from the news. Her ears were literally steaming as if she ate hot peppers for breakfast, dessert, and for snack. I thought, I bet she would run out of the classroom and cry. But I can sense her holding it in. Then she deflatedβ€”her mouth open and blurting out every single question that she can muster.

β€œWhen are we going to come back?”

β€œAre we still going to take tests?”

β€œAre we graded?”

β€œIf we don’t come back in a long time, will we have to repeat this grade?”

β€œWhat about the sixth graders? What will happen to their graduation party?”

β€œWhat if we forget our lunchbox?”

And she asked so much more, that I couldn’t remember. So sorry, I can’t write them down.

Ms. Goldman seemed very frustrated. There were so many questions from the whole class. Poor Ms. Goldman. But we can’t help it. She is the one who gave us the news, she should have been more prepared to answer them.

I am still having trouble sleeping. My mom said once counting sheep will help. It never did. So trust me, I will make this bet. If I fall asleep counting sheep, I will offer Mom to help with all of her work tomorrow. If I don’t, ha!

One sheep, two sheep, three sheep, four sheep, five sheep…

What happened next? Oh yeah, I fell asleep.

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40 comments

Zea Bowman
20:33 Apr 16, 2020

Loved it!!!

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Zea Bowman
23:23 Apr 16, 2020

Any tips for a willing to learn author?

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I read your first story and the beginning was amazing! If you want some tips, you can check the comments on "Diary of a Messed Up Liar." I have some advice and tips there :) I could tell you really love writing, so do I! Keep on writing, the world needs to see your beautiful stories!

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Zea Bowman
19:08 Apr 17, 2020

Hey so my friend is trying writing, and she needs to be boosted up with confidence from others. Any chance that when she submits a story that you could like it and leave a little note?

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Zea Bowman
19:14 Apr 17, 2020

I can give you her name and the story

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Manan Suraiya
06:42 Apr 16, 2020

The description of school life and the questions in the minds of students has been described so well! Great job! Do read my submission as well and give your feedback :)

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Of course! I'll definitely read your entry. Thank you for your feedback on my story!

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17:54 Apr 14, 2020

This was such a great story. I'm in 8th grade and am supposed to graduate middle school this year, so I could relate to it as well. Do you have any advice for young writers?

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I wrote some advice on the other story you commented on, "A diary of a messed up liar." :) I Hope you have fun writing!

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16:47 Apr 16, 2020

Thank you! Sorry, I didn't know I asked you twice.

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No, it's okay! I should have seen your comment sooner :)

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Excellent story! It was very relatable and a joy to read. My mother also believed that seventh grade was the perfect grade to get a phone :) Before that she had me using flip phones!

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10:40 Apr 14, 2020

I can relate to those sixth graders. I'm in twelfth grade!! And everything is "trying" to look bleak, but I know it would be alright! Beautiful story. Especially liked the dialogue.

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I am also in twelfth grade! Thanks for the comment! :D

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01:41 Apr 15, 2020

You're welcome

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Tina Laing
22:09 Apr 13, 2020

A very nice story.

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Sheila Roach
10:56 Apr 13, 2020

Well you can imagine the shock that you have summed up nicely.All seems so surreal.Liked your story .

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Alexis Klein
00:45 Apr 13, 2020

I can so relate to the whole What about my friends? and the friend-that-is-a-boy. This story was basically told by me. I enjoyed reading this and I loved the story!

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00:41 Apr 13, 2020

Like for like? I'm a first time submitter lol.

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Elaine Singer
15:34 Apr 11, 2020

Nice diary! Thanks for sharing!

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No problem! And thank you for reading!

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Charlotte Frey
00:03 Apr 08, 2020

Lovely work! I enjoy this diary! But I couldn't find the name of your main character. I suppose you won't really need one since this is just a diary, and some people don't really put their names on their diaries.

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Her name is Tayley. It says in the title. Hope you had fun reading!~

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Qasim Ali
19:56 May 01, 2020

Worse Story Ever, Of course you didn't win. You are the worst Writer i have ever known

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Zilla Babbitt
21:30 May 01, 2020

Whoa, Quasim. Stop it. You sound like a child. It is perfectly fine to dislike a story, or disagree with the views expressed inside, or to have an unpopular opinion. However, expressing your views this way, stating that Kendra is the worst writer (a real lie), is extremely rude, insensitive, immature, petty, and hurtful. This comment is not necessary unless you have constructive criticism that can make Kendra an even better writer than she is now.

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Thank you very much, Zilla. I 100% appreciate it. πŸ’—

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Zilla Babbitt
00:15 May 02, 2020

Always.

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Everyone is welcome to write any sort of feedback on my stories, but Qasim, keep it constructive, please!

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