Dear new diary, my grandmother gave you too me because I dropped my old
one in the river last week.
I will tell you all about it after I have introduced
myself too you.
My name is Abetzy; it means yellow leaf in Indian.
I have a little sister that’s...
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Dear new diary, my grandmother gave you too me because I dropped my old
one in the river last week.
I will tell you all about it after I have introduced
myself too you.
My name is Abetzy; it means yellow leaf in Indian.
I have a little sister that’s
called Abeytu; that means green leaf.
My father is the leather of or tribe and
calls “The Squirrel”.
Mothers name is Aponi, it means butterfly.
My
grandmother that I mentioned before is very old but probably the kindest person
on earth.
That is pretty much everything about my family and now I’m going to
tell you about what happened when I lost my diary.
The sun was going down and I was walking along the Aquene River (Peace
River).
My diary was in my hands together with my feather pen and I was
writing about everything and nothing.
There was my favorite hill and I sat down
and looked at the sunset.
The sky was all the colures you can think of; pink,
purple, orange, red and many others.
In front of me there was a small passage of
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