Kat- June 12, 1774

Dear Diary, I lay here in bed not sick but I can't bear to get up. Why? Today was the first day at our new school. It starts in one hour so I felt Vanna tugging on me trying to wake me. She had her Sunday best on and curling rags in her hair. I sai, "Why are you so enthusiastic about the worst day of my life?!" "Yeah, your life, Kat, not mine!" Vanna said. I answered, "I bet that Donald John Herny Kite the third will be there, eh?" "What? Yeah! Wait....no..!!! Huh?" Vanna nervously stuttered." She yanked me out of bed when I saw Claires worried face. JACOB AND ROBERT ARE MISSING FRON THE HOUSE! I must go. -Kat.