The+Journal+of+Maddie+LeDoux

Day One, April 14, 1963, 14:12 Dear Journal, this will be the log of Madeline LeDoux (me) on my first camping trip. I am going with my older brother, Tristan, and our cousin Chloe. Tristan is 16, Chloe is 17, and I'm only 10. I feel so special going with a bunch of older kids. This will be a great story to tell at school!

Right now we're driving to the old woods near the outskirts of town. Almost no one goes camping there anymore. The ride is extremely bumpy and it's taking so much concentration for me to keep my hand steady to make this legible. Oh! I see the sign that leads to the forest parking lot! We're here!

17:30 Hello Journal! I had no idea how hard camping is. We had to carry our packs and supplies all around the woods until we found a nice clearing to pitch our tents. Right now, Chloe is gathering firewood, Tristan is fishing, and I'm in charge of guarding the campsite. Tristan said that first thing in the morning, we're going to go on a hike! I really can't wait! I'm going to keep my pen and journal in my pocket tomorrow so I can write when we take a break.

Day Two, April 15, 1963, about 13:08 Oh no, oh no! I took a wrong turn about an hour ago when the trail split. I tried to take a shortcut through a clump of trees to catch up with Chloe and Tristan as soon as I noticed, but got myself even more lost than before. Right now I'm just sitting on a tree stump in the middle of the woods praying that they will find me. Hopefully before it gets dark. I don't like being alone in the dark.

About 20:00 It's starting to really get dark now and Chloe and Tristan still haven't found me. I only left my stump once today, and that was to go pee on a nearby bush. Did I mention how hungry I am? Tristan had been carrying my backpack when I wandered off so right now I've got nothing but you, journal. I don't even have a jacket but it's FREEZING out here! Well journal, I'm going to try to get some sleep. Maybe I'll be found by morning!

Day Three, April 16, 1963, about 7:03 Well, they still haven't found me yet... but they will! I just know it.

I had trouble sleeping last night because there were a bunch of animals making noise. I woke up this morning with bugs in my hair and dirt on my face—gross! WAIT! I hear something!

Day Four, April 17, 1963, about 7:02 It was Chloe. She was calling my name. I had started running toward where her voice was coming from and just as I started to call back to her, I fell. I must have hit my head when I fell because the next thing I knew, it was nighttime. I tried to get up then but my head hurt so much that I must have passed out again.

This morning I woke up in a ten-foot deep trench with a throbbing pain in my head. I tried climbing out of the hole for nearly an hour, but there's no way I can get out. I'm trapped in a stupid hole without food or water. The hunger's getting so bad that I feel like throwing up the nothing in my stomach. My mouth is as dry and fuzzy as my head is.

About 12:00 They'll never find me.

About 15:00 I'll be trapped here forever.

About 18:00 I'm going to die.

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