Dear journal,

To be honest I don’t know, how long I have been here. Days are passing very fast, I  can’t even figure out. Every single day I’m digging holes to build my character. Are they kidding me? It must be a joke, but I know, these are all because of my no-good- dirty-rotter-pig-stealing-great great-grandfather. He did it! He did it to me, to my father, to my grandfather!

For the first time of my life I lied to my mom, because I don’t want her to be sad. If she knows what I’m doing here, she will be very upset about it. I’m the who is cursed, not she.

I dig holes very slow. There is a boy at this camp, Zero. He is absolutely talented about it. He finishes his hole when I dig only the half of mine. I believe that I can get use to it too. Even in my dreams I’m digging holes,when it becomes a nightmare, I’m falling into this holes. In this holes there are rattlesnakes and lizard and they are waiting for me. When I wake up Iget very happy because I ‘m still alive.

I think I have some friends, but I don’t believe  that I can trust them, I shouldn’t forget that they are criminals too. Everyone in here is a little big weird , I get it

                                                                                                Stanley Yelnarts