Dear Diary,                                                                                                                                                         

Farther said that we were going into hiding we can only bring a few things with us. We can’t use suite cases because it would look suspicious. We are going to Fathers work place to hide there. There is a secret entrance hidden behind a book case. There is some other family the Vaan Dans that would be also hiding with us that I have never met before but dads has met Mr. Vaan Dan and Mrs. Daan Van and have a son named Peter he is 18 years old. Meip and Mr. Kraler will be bringing us food and other things that we need. There would not be a lot of food for all seven of us because of rationing and there will be little space for all of us. We have to stay real quite between 8am and 6pm because the workers will be working and we don’t want them to know that we are here. We cannot use the bathroom or talk or run around we have to stay quiet for a long time. I hope that we would not be there for a long time. I am going to miss all my friends.

                                                                                                                                                Margot Frank          

Dear Diary,

It is has been two months now hiding from the Nazis and it is September 1942. Everything has been the same. All I have been doing is studying. Mr. Van Daan and Mrs. Van Daan have been fighting and Anne spilled milk on Ms. Van Daan lovely fur coat. She was very upset with Anne. Also mama got mad at Anne for how the way she acts too. Anne has been messing with Peter she took his shoes and has been annoying him too. I think that I might like Peter. I am not sure that he likes me though. I think Anne likes Peter though. I do not know what I should do about that I guess I cannot do anything about it. There is also now another person who would be staying with us and his name is Mr. Dussel. He is a man in is late fifties and he is finicky.  Mr. Dussel will be sleeping in my bed. I do not mind if he sleeps there. Mr. Du  It sounds horrible of what the Nazis been doing to the Jews like everyday hundreds of Jews disappear and that children come home from school to find their parents gone.

                                                                                                                                                                                Margot Frank

Dear Diary,

Anne had a bad dream last night. She was kicking and screaming and we thought that someone heard her but no one did. Her dream was about that the Green Police coming to get us.   When mother tried to comfort Anne she said that she wanted father to comfort her instead. Mother was crying about it I told her it’s a phase….. You head father…most girls go through it…they give all their fathers at this age.  Mother said that I did not shut out and I said she’ll get over it.  Anne said that she only truly loves father when she was talking to father. Anne says that mother does not understand her. I think that is true. All what Anne wants is to have fun but mother does not understand that. I wish that I do not have to be here. I want to go outside and have some fun but we cannot until the war is over if the war will be ever over. I hope the war would not be much longer I wonder if anything has changed in the outside world and I wonder if some of my friends are still alive.

                                                                                                                                                                Margot Frank

Dear Diary,

It is the first day of Hanukah. Anne gave everyone a present. My present was a crossword puzzle but I already used it. Anne rubbed all of the answers form the crossword puzzle and sooner or later I will forget the answers. I told her its wonderful Anne thank you. You’d never know it wasn’t new. Mrs. Van Daan got hair shampoo; Mr. Van Daan got two cigarettes, Mother got an IOU from Anne for ten hours of doing whatever you say, Farther got a muffler that Anne made, Peter got a safety razor and Mr. Dussel got ear plugs. After that we heard a crashing noise coming from right below us. We think it was the Green Police or a thief. The noise scared me to death I thought that someone was going to find us and take us away. Then father decided to go down. I told father no father no! There may be someone there, waiting. It might be a trap. Father came back up and said it was a thief and he took the cash box and the radio. Mr. Dussel said that I think someday he’ll be caught and then he’ll make a bargain with the Green Police. If they let him off, he’ll be caught and them where some Jews are hiding. I think Mr. Dussel is right. I have no idea what we should do.

                                                                                                                                            Margot Frank

Dear Diary,

It is Saturday, the first of January, 1944. A new year has just begun but we are still hiding and hoping that we would get out of here alive. We had been here for two years, five months and 25 days. It seems that we would never get out of here. We are all getting a little thinner every day. The Van Daans arguments are louder and violent than ever. Mother still doesn’t understand Anne at all but I think Anne has been a little more mature lately. I am still a little sick but feeling more better than I did last week. Miep brought us cake but everyone was fighting over the cake. We think we know who the thief is a guy named Carl who works down stairs. Bad news people from who Miep got are ration books have been arrested so now we have to cut down on food. Our stomachs cannot stop rumbling. Mr. Kraler is in the hospital. It seems he has ulcers. So many things going. I am scared and confused about everything that has happened .Sometimes I wish the end would come whatever it is.   Then at least we’d know where we were.        

                                                                                                                                          Margot Frank