Three Journal Entries.pdf - Solis Ana Solis Ms. Andersen...

Solis
Ana Solis
Ms. Andersen
6 th period
Three Journal Entries
1 April 2022
Journal Entries #1 --Moscow, Russia
Splashes, trickles, and ripples were all that you could hear during the boat ride. I kept
going back and forth and everything was black. The only thing that I knew was that I was headed
toward Moscow, Russia where I was going to meet my owner. I saw that there was something
wrapped around me, and it said that I was made in Janesville, California. I heard several people
talking and it seemed that they were close to me.
“We are here!” shouted a man from the boat. Then there was a big bang. I had arrived at
m y destination. I couldn’t wait to meet my owner. I wondered if my owner was a girl or boy. I
asked myself if my owner was going to like me as much as I would love them. I felt like I was
moving again, but this time it was different, it felt like someone had me in their hands.
Brightness and colorfulness were what I saw when the girl opened the box that I was in. I saw
her and she had black hair, it was long, her eyes were as bright blue as the ocean. She is tall and
looks elegant. I saw a big smile on her face and then she took me to her house.
“I can’t wait to use this pen.” said the girl. Her house was the most beautiful and richest
in the neighborhood. I could see soldiers surrounding the house and their name tags on them in
the bottom of their name it said Taliban. I saw that she was taking me to her room where she

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kept me in this elegant black box wrapped with a gold ribbon. I felt safe inside here. She took me
and started writing. I felt a small vibration while she was writing. While she was filling out an
application to attend a public Kabul Collage, I was learning stuff about her. I found out her name
was Katherina Ivanov, and she was 19 years old. While I felt the vibration when she was using
me to fill out the application, I saw that she was currently attending a Roman Catholic School. I
was reading everything she was writing while she was using me to fill out the paper and I noticed
that she was going to move to a different country soon. I noticed that she was not writing
anymore because I stopped feeling the vibration and suddenly, she lifted me up and put me in the
elegant black box, but she left the top open, so I was able to see everything. I was able to see a
woman that looked identical to Katherina she had the same eye color and had black hair.
“Do we really have to move to Kabul mom?” asked Katherina.
“Yes, you know that your dad is the Taliban captain, and he needs to stay a couple of
months until he gets his business done.” replied Katherina's mom. I was listening to them while
they were talking and watched Katherina cry as if someone had died. I observed how Katherina's
mom left the room and Katherina started walking towards me. She picked me up and started
writing in a notebook that said dairy. I felt something wet that was slowly dripping. It was a tear
from Katherina and while she was writing I didn’t feel vibration this time. I felt sad. I would feel
the emotions that Katherina was feeling.