The Journal Of Hazel

[dooze]

Dear Diary,
It is my first day working as a nanny for the family of Seb and Annette McNair. They have a son who is about my age named Dustin and two little girls named Camilla and Ethel. They are sweet things and I am pretty sure the boy likes me. I don't know whether to like him back or not. If I get fired, I may never see him again. I can't take the risk. While washing their glassware in a pale of water, I became startled by a bark and dropped a crystal cup, shattering it. I guess the McNairs forgot to tell me they owned a large mongrel of a dog. He could have been a lion and I couldn't have told he difference. Anyways, I couldnt risk getting fired by one of the richest families of the 1930s. Not with this economy. I simply blamed it on the dog. It seemed to work. They punished "Bruno" by locking him in a closet for a couple hours. I thought it was cruel. They said it was discipline. A long lasting pit of guilt formed in my stomach and I didn't know what to do, so I grabbed you out of my briefcase and decided to start writing again. I mustn't show anyone this.
--Hazel Pavel

[dooze]

Dear Diary,
Bruno obviously hates me. But thats fine by me. I never have liked dogs. Camilla and Ethel wanted to play tea party today with me and I agreed, thinking it would be a good time to socialize and get to meet the girls. While playing, Ethel spilled chamomile tea all over her white church dress. I don't go to church since I am Jewish, like a lot of the Polish population. I had to hand wash it later using his horrid soap that blistered my fingers. Dustin came in and started flirting with me today. I giggled and acted shy towards his foolishness and tried not to act interested. Even if I was. After finishing cleaning the dress, I laid it on a line in the pantry, figuring the dryness would soak up the moisture, because outside it was pouring, as if all the angels in the sky were crying. Later, when Mr. Seb came home from the bank, he was annoyed. Someone had gotten into his account and stolen money from them. Luckily, Seb knew exactly who it was and the order was being brought to court. Dustin offered for him to go find the guy and beat the money out of him, but it was very obvious he was just saying that to show off his muscular arms to me. When I tucked Ethel and Camilla into the bed hey shared, Camilla asked me what would happen if her father couldn't get the money back. I said it was crazy. Ethel responded, and I quote, "Life is crazy."
--Hazel Pavel

[dooze]

Dear Diary,
I don't know how to begin. At about 9 in the morning, I helped Seb get ready for his case and Annette tagged along, too. Judges and lawyers were happy to have the case as soon as possible so they could get some money to feed their families. Later on, I made sure to explain to young Ethel and Camilla that not all people were as fortunate as we were. They understood and went back to playing dolls. Seb and Annette left around 11 and the next time we heard anything was 2 hours later at 1pm. But it was nothing good. Annette came home to us in tears. Seb was killed by the person who stole the money from them. He was shot in the chest three times and then the murderer jumped out of the court window. Ethel and Camilla did not fully understand. Dustin was crying and I couldn't help myself but to choke up a bit. In the few days I knew him, Seb seemed like a good man. Why did he have to die? Later that day Seb's sister, Mary with her husband Thomas Kennedy and their son, Caleb, who was the same age as Dustin and ironically liked me as well. Both boys are equal good looking though. Thomas announces he will be leading a search patrol to find the murderer and in the mean time, Mary and Caleb will stay with us. I can't help but think that Ethel was right. Life if crazy. Now as I complete chores and choose out outfits for everybody, I have two teenage boys following me around trying to win me over. Why me?
--Hazel Pavel

[broodingtulip]

Haha, I love it!

[cherrycola1999]

Heyxx u are very good at writing

[dooze]

Thanks guys :) post more later!

[dooze]

Dear Diary,
Thomas Kennedy is dead. The one survivor, a old man said they were sabotaged by a man who stabbed Mr. Kennedy and two of the other men to death. Dustin and Caleb walked the man to his cottage down the road and I went to comfort everyone. Mary could not believe what was happening. She lost her husband and her only sibling. Annette was next to her, rubbing her back and I handed her a handkerchief. Unfortunately, I could not feel the pain she was in. I grew up alone with my grandmother who I was never attached to. I left her to get this job, you see. Annette says we must move. Mary wants to go back to Ireland, where the McNairs are usually from, but Annette suggests we go South by the shore. We all agreed. We could only take 1 suitcase each. Ethel and Camilla both were crying as they wrapped their arms around me. When Dustin and Caleb returned, we loaded the trunk. There were 4 places to sit in the car and 6 people so Annette and I each held a girl on our laps. I am writing this with Ethel sleeping on me and I am going to rest soon, too. Mary just stopped the car to switch with Dustin, who says he's not tired at all despite the dark lines under his beautiful blue eyes. I am going to catch some rest. This has been an interesting kind of week.

[cherrycola1999]

can we join or is it like a one man band thing

[dooze]

I don't know what you mean.

I am the only writer of this

[cherrycola1999]

i mean like do you just do this for us to read or can we like join and do some aswell and i have two roleplays if you wanna come on is call all we need is a little love and the other is called i am sorry Josh, i just dont like in that way anymore if you wanna join then you can !!