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      <title>WALT: use features of a diary to introduce a diary extract. by Fran Brassleay</title>
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      <description>In pairs, come up with 2 sentences to start your diary extract. make them chatty, friendly and personal.</description>
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      <pubDate>2017-11-06 05:31:46 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Luke and Horatio</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>Dear diary <br>Today was the craziest day ever<br>In London and now me and my brother are at a village hall waiting for something to happen.<br><br>Dear diary I have a weird day and now if look at a junk pile of all the remaining bits of my town.<br><br></div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-11-06 05:34:00 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>©Finn, Ross, Rayyan©</title>
         <author></author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/fbrassleay/ljdnjfh4bfsv/wish/203740552</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>Start with dear diary and the date.&nbsp;<br>I am here in a unfamiliar place; wondering if I shall return to London and if I would be happy with my new foster family.<br>You won’t believe how much I’ve been through! A rollercoaster&nbsp; of emotions floated through my mind today!<br><br>It all started when I shut my door for the last time. I gazed at war-torn London which was bathed in greyish white fog that engulfed buildings. Today was the day I was leaving my life behind me. I was to&nbsp; be evacuated. I wanted to break down and cry but I din't want to worry my mother. It was the first time I left her ( I was terrified inside).<br>The journey seemed like forever like time had slowed down while walking to the train which was covered in puffs of smoke. I quietly wondered to myself if I would ever see her again. Standing on the platform, I galanced at my mom one last time then reluctantly stepped on the never ending train.<br>My sister ( Steph ) sheded a single lone tear wanting me to do the same.©<br><br><br></div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-11-06 05:34:18 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Nupur and Tayler </title>
         <author></author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/fbrassleay/ljdnjfh4bfsv/wish/203740573</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>Date <br><br>Dear diary,<br>. I have been exited, nervous and worried but i had to hide it from my mother. Holding my little brothers hand my mum was dragging me all the way to the train station in a quick matter. She had cheeks as red as roses!i started to smell the thick chocking smoke. I saw that mother had a pale face with wide eyes; I could tell she was worried. Puzzled,I started to realize what was happening.<br>I didn't know for how long i would be away for. I fell like i have a giant tennis ball in my throat. </div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-11-06 05:34:29 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Freya, Lavinia, Tegan</title>
         <author></author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/fbrassleay/ljdnjfh4bfsv/wish/203740580</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>Dear Diary, you wouldn't believe the day I've just had;&nbsp; it is one I would rather forget.<br><br>Dear Diary,&nbsp; today was flooded with sorrow and fear (I'm choking back the tears whilst writing this)<br><br>Dear Diary, I feel more isolated than ever despite the fact that many other children are experiencing the same situation as me. As I closed my front door, my hands clammy and trembling, the reality of this emotional evacuation hit me; will I ever come back to the shattered and war torn city of London?<br><br><br></div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-11-06 05:34:36 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title> ©️Aditya and Joshua©️</title>
         <author></author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/fbrassleay/ljdnjfh4bfsv/wish/203740591</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div><br>Monday 6th November 1939<br><br><br>Dear Diary,<br>What a day it’s been! Today has been the worst as I had to leave my mum for the first time (I was petrified as this had never happened before but I had to keep my emotions neutral) and my life behind. My sister felt the same, she clutched my hand so hard that I think one of my bones broke! I felt like bursting into sorrowful&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;tears but I could not upset mum, not on the last hour with her. A tear trickled down my sister’s face - Steph - and it urged me to do the same (don’t tell anyone). This day was such a surprise ; not a good surprise. I sit here now (in my dad’s armchair), wondering how my new foster family will be.©️<br><br></div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-11-06 05:34:41 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title> Abeer, Grace, Yasmine </title>
         <author></author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/fbrassleay/ljdnjfh4bfsv/wish/203740593</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>Dear diary,<br>You wouldn’t believe what happened today ; It’s something I would not like to remember. It all started  when I woke up this morning and looked out the window at war- torn London. Closing my front door for the last time, I wondered if I’m ever going to see my home again. Mixed emotions ran through my head as we plodded in silence to the station. I nearly burst into tears, I tried my hardest to hold them back; I really didn’t want to worry mum evenmore  than she was.</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-11-06 05:34:43 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>©™Sam,Fletcher©™</title>
         <author></author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/fbrassleay/ljdnjfh4bfsv/wish/203740598</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>Dear dairy,                          Date<br>Today has been worst day ever and I find myself in unfamiliar place this evening. It sure is creepy. I was going to be evacuated. This morning I shut the door for the last time and I wonderd when I would see home again. As my mum dragged me(it hurt a bit) to the train station, I saw lots of other children being pulled by thier mothers so I knew I wasn't the only one.©™<br><br></div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-11-06 05:34:44 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Vihaan and Mackenzie</title>
         <author></author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/fbrassleay/ljdnjfh4bfsv/wish/203740617</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>Tuesday, 11th January 1941<br>Dear diary, <br>This day has not been a joyful day;gloomy and grey as a usual day would start in war-torn London. This was the somber day that was coming. I was to be evacuated. <br><br>Cold and misty, heavyhearted <br>and flabbergasted, people walked stiffly and silently to the train station. As I held my mother's hand to keep me calm, the train was arriving with the common "CHOO CHOO!", it arrived and halted. I started to cry a little(don't tell anyone!).<br><br>People started boarding the train as soon as the officer was signaling the train had stopped. I waved goodbye one last time and inside I fell to pieces but outside I kept a straight face as to not worry my mum.<br><br>Copyright Mackenzie and Vihaan's TM (do not steal!)</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-11-06 05:34:56 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Issy and Kaila</title>
         <author></author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/fbrassleay/ljdnjfh4bfsv/wish/203758220</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>Dear Diary,<br>Today, was filled with misery, I was snatched away to the countryside. I have faced so many feelings; I was an emotional journey.&nbsp;<br><br>Dear Diary,<br>When my door shut I realised it was real... too real. I was dragged to the place where&nbsp; nightmares are made, the train station. My sister was crying but I held back my tears. A wave of sadness hit me like a punch in the</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-11-06 07:38:13 UTC</pubDate>
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