Alexandra F
fourth grade
district #97
prose

A Pioneer Girl’s Diary

The dust felt like powder to my eyes. It was my third day traveling in a covered wagon. We are traveling from New York to Kentucky.

I didn’t want to move. Papa said it was too crowded in New York and he wanted some more wide open space.

It’s only been three days and I miss my grandma and grandpa. I miss my best friend Sarah. But at least my family’s not the only ones. We’re traveling in a wagon train.

I do have one friend on the trip, William, an older boy. His wagon is the wagon in front of ours. He’s about sixteen.

Up, it’s time to go to bed. See you in the morning.

Annabell

May 24, 1856