Diary

The Great Depression

When I was younger, my dream was to have a lan’ to live on with Peter my best friend.
He a great fella. We were discriminated for our skin colour. I always used to tell em’ I
ont’ control how im bein’ born. In my ol’ village em’ fellas used to think I actually
wanted to be white. But them fellas were wrong. I’m happy I am who I am. I ont’
wanna be anybody else. I’m still a young fella. Im only 22 years ol’. Me an’ Peter went
to rob a bank in Santa Barbara. We d’in’t plan the robbery properly so when we were
escapin’ , the sheriff an is’ county hunted us down an’ eventually shot Peter. It’s
devastatin’ , to see someone go that ya appreciated jus’ like that. Deep down I knew
som’pin was goin’ to go wrong. Way too wrong.When they shot em down. I felt my
heart drop. I knew if I di’n’t run, I’d be next. So I ran for my goddamn life. I ran an’ ran
during the whole night. I eventually found a little area where there was grass an’ a
dead tree. It had no leaves, it was rusty an’ looked very dull. I had left the money in
Santa Barbara. Before our escape, we decided to put the cash somewhere hidden
cause’ we knew we were gonna’ run into trouble, we would take the cash later on. The
place where we would have left the money is in a shed we had found the night before.
Howeva’ the cash was with Peter an’ I don’t know if Peter put the money there, or had
no time to so he kept it with him. I wonder what really happened to the money.

The place with the dead tree was a quiet place. I was calm but anxious. I couldn’t think
straight that night. I needed rest. The next day I set off to find a farm to work on. I
reached a farm pretty quickly in Solvang.