The dairy of Ivy Wood. 1787, The first fleet
16th of November, 1785, in the streets of England Dear diary, Good day, my name is Ivy Wood. I am 6 years old. I have 2 siblings, Clara and Alice. We are triplets, and life is way to hard for 6 year olds like us. My mother perished of an illness and my father went to jail when he was young by getting farmed of assault. My sisters and I have a job at the mill, but since we don't have any cars, we have to walk and it takes 30 minutes! We get paid very little every week and only get the leftovers which are a few crumbs and very rarely, half a slice. One day, my sister and I decided to run away. Life was way too overwhelming! We walked and walked and walked until we reached another city, and found an abandoned shed to live in. Later that day, when I plonked my head down on my pillow, something was bugging me. My pillow just seemed too hard. "Guys, I think I found something." I said. I lifted up my pillow and and there! The thing that was making my pillow hard! It wa
