Dear diary,
Hi, my name is Racetrack Higgins and I recently had my life turned upside down and hung out to dry. I was in Poland on a forced vacation with my best friend and barely admitted crush, Spot Conlon, when we were approached by two tall men with rifles, blond hair and blue-grey eyes. They looked exactly like larger versions of Spot.
They looked at each other and spoke in a language I recognized as rapid German before each grabbed one of my arms and carried me to this place that was bordered with a tall chain-link fence. Inside, there were tall, white buildings and metal cylinders. I'm in one of the buildings now.
I wish I was back in New York with Bumlets, Specs, Skittery, Pie-Eater, Snoddy, Snipeshooter and all the other newsies. Most of all, I wish I was back home with Spot, who I've harboured feelings for since we met, at Sheepshed Bay, watching horse races and betting on horses at the track, but I guess this has to be my home now.
I should describe myself. I'm short, about 5' 3", but I'm tough. Spot is about 5' 6", but he was leader of Brooklyn, the best, bravest borough in New York City. I have Dark brown hair and eyes and an extremely round face. My face looks exacly like it did when I was a baby, which is why Spot has deemed me "Baby face". He claims that it's because I look completely innocent and like I could do no wrong. Gee, thanks, Spot. That comment coming from someone with a dog name.
I've never heard his real name used before. Mostly because he hates it and he gets mad when it's used. He is scary when he gets mad.
It's awful here, screaming, crying, the unmistakable stench of death, the smell of sweat and blood, the poison, lack of food. I've surely been here for only a month, but it feels like years. I wonder if Spot's okay, or if he misses me as much as I miss him, of course, that would be if he even remembers me. I've really not been myself since that day. I used to be able to crack a joke inthe most heart-wrenching of situations and make everyone smile a the very least, but not any more.
They're coming, I'd better go now.
Sincerely, me
