February 12, 2003
It's raining. Thick, heavy rain has been pouring all day and all night. I've noticed how little we're allowed outside of the main building. We do everything here! I suppose it, like everything else I question, you'd just say "It's all for your own good." Well, no exercise isn't good for us. I think this must be the only private school in all of England who does not make their students exercise. When we're all fat and lazy I'm going to blame you, Madame. I wonder when the health inspector will come..? Makes you wonder, doesn't it, Madame? Well, anyway, I do say that we should be allowed at least to dance. I know of several girls who love Ballet. Maybe we can have a dance recital or something...
I do intend to take a walk today even if it is without your permission. I refuse to become as fat as a cow just because of a little rain. I shall be back later.
Later, around 6:52 pm...
Th—they brought me back about an hour ago.. I went for a walk around the school grounds... I'm sorry Diary, I'm so badly shaken I can hardly write. I'm sure Madame will hear about this, so let me tell you what happened before I'm given some more of that horrid "valium" again..
I was walking around, and I got pretty far from the main building, and I came across the auditorium, and as I was going to look inside one of the windows, I saw a face. Yes, a face, with deep brown hair, and yellow eyes, and an insanely frightening smile. It seemed as if it wanted to jump through the window and pull me in. I feel backward and covered my mouth, and as I looked around, I saw more figures coming out of no where. Mostly girls.. pretty girls; the ones that died here. Annie.. I shakily called out her name and she stopped, came out of the window, and scratched my face in several places. I did not hurt myself, Madame. I saw Annie Tomas, and other girls who died here. Is that why you won't let us outside? Rain is a poor excuse. Do you find it hard to believe that this school is not as perfect and holy as it once was?? Will you do nothing until the worst has come? I have to get out of here Madame, you are of no use to me. This school is haunted, or cursed or whatever you wish to call it, but in the long run it will all be the same thing. I have read the history on Golden Hall. People will start to die again as they once did in days long past, but no one will do anything. They will be caught up in their pride and arrogance. I despise arrogant people such as you, Madame. I despise you for making me write in a diary when I should be going home to Paris, where my family has moved. You say staying here is "good for my character and mentality". How do you sleep at night Madame?? I have serious doubts about your mentality. As things worsen here, people will die. I know it...
It's raining. Thick, heavy rain has been pouring all day and all night. I've noticed how little we're allowed outside of the main building. We do everything here! I suppose it, like everything else I question, you'd just say "It's all for your own good." Well, no exercise isn't good for us. I think this must be the only private school in all of England who does not make their students exercise. When we're all fat and lazy I'm going to blame you, Madame. I wonder when the health inspector will come..? Makes you wonder, doesn't it, Madame? Well, anyway, I do say that we should be allowed at least to dance. I know of several girls who love Ballet. Maybe we can have a dance recital or something...
I do intend to take a walk today even if it is without your permission. I refuse to become as fat as a cow just because of a little rain. I shall be back later.
Later, around 6:52 pm...
Th—they brought me back about an hour ago.. I went for a walk around the school grounds... I'm sorry Diary, I'm so badly shaken I can hardly write. I'm sure Madame will hear about this, so let me tell you what happened before I'm given some more of that horrid "valium" again..
I was walking around, and I got pretty far from the main building, and I came across the auditorium, and as I was going to look inside one of the windows, I saw a face. Yes, a face, with deep brown hair, and yellow eyes, and an insanely frightening smile. It seemed as if it wanted to jump through the window and pull me in. I feel backward and covered my mouth, and as I looked around, I saw more figures coming out of no where. Mostly girls.. pretty girls; the ones that died here. Annie.. I shakily called out her name and she stopped, came out of the window, and scratched my face in several places. I did not hurt myself, Madame. I saw Annie Tomas, and other girls who died here. Is that why you won't let us outside? Rain is a poor excuse. Do you find it hard to believe that this school is not as perfect and holy as it once was?? Will you do nothing until the worst has come? I have to get out of here Madame, you are of no use to me. This school is haunted, or cursed or whatever you wish to call it, but in the long run it will all be the same thing. I have read the history on Golden Hall. People will start to die again as they once did in days long past, but no one will do anything. They will be caught up in their pride and arrogance. I despise arrogant people such as you, Madame. I despise you for making me write in a diary when I should be going home to Paris, where my family has moved. You say staying here is "good for my character and mentality". How do you sleep at night Madame?? I have serious doubts about your mentality. As things worsen here, people will die. I know it...