by Max Barry

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Region: Pax Britannia

April 2nd, 1929

Dear diary,

I should wonder, the reasons mother sought to gift this collection of papers and leather to me. But it is a gift, and given of a heart full of love and expectations. As such I shall treat it with respect and endeavor to follow her instruction. Today marks my thirteenth year in the lord's world, and mother has given to me this dairy with the intent to help me with my calligraphy and transcription. Perhaps this is even true, however I cannot for the life of me understand the usefulness of this instrument in my every day life. Mother insists I take it to school with me and I shall, at least for a while, merely to keep her happy.

What will the other students think if they see me ferreting away a black leather book along with my other school items? The next term starts In a week's time, and I shudder at what the other girls might think of my apparent secretiveness. But then, perhaps it should appear to them that I am sophisticated, perhaps, just maybe, a boy might be intrigued by the mystery of it! A hopelessly optimistic view, but its a hope none the less. The Wiederitzsch public school isnt a highly regarded institution, but its all I have, until I can marry and move to Berlin with a dashing husband. A place where the sun is always bright and the future always welcoming.

However, between Father's work in the government office and mother volunteering as the town's modest Librarian, I deeply fear I may never see the outside of Leipzig! How is a woman to grow, to find a home, if she is shackled to such lowly beginnings? My eldest Brother, Dear Heinz, found his calling teaching abroad. A life of adventure, seeing the glimmering lights of New York, London, Paris, Willow Woods, the greatest cities of all, and Heinz has been to them! Were it not for his constant stream of letters and novelty gifts I'd think him on another world entirely. Older Brother Henrik is something else though. Hes almost done with school, but he and father get into loud fights and he calls him many names before storming off. Im never quite sure what they are about, but I always wish they would find a way to stop fighting. There was no reason to be angry, not with your loved ones. And though father might disagree, I loved both my brothers as deeply as a sister could.

Maybe this dairy will be a good thing after all? I'll have to sleep on it, and recollect my thoughts in the morning. Until then I bide you farewell, Dairy.

~ Minna Ann Metzger

Maplestan, Republic of british russia, Commonwealth States of Britania, Arrstotzka, and 1 otherCrystius

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