November 16th, 1942
Dear diary,

       A year ago, they took my mother. Then, they took my father a month ago. And now, they take me to one of these “camps” they took my parents to. It’s smelly and cramped in here, and I can barely breathe. It’s times like this that I look on the brighter side, like the fact I will see my parents finally. I can hear distant explosions. These make people fear for their lives. For me, it makes me hope for salvation. Please help liberate us from these prisons, I will be grateful.

       November 18th, 1942
       Dear Diary,

       I’m amazed they haven’t found my diary yet. I found a nice loose floorboard to store it under. But this place is anything but nice. The beds are hard, they force us to do labor, day and night, and people are disappearing. I haven’t found my parents yet, but I will, somewhere in this compound.

Written by Robert V., Grade 7
Image: Christian P., Grade 7
Background: Tre'Von J., grade 7
Julian Middle School