2. Dear Diary,
Pages 106-117
Yesterday I left the Marlow’s and
traveled to Highgates. It was hard to
say goodbye to Dr. Marlow, whom I
had been living with these past
months. The sights I saw while on the
train were beautiful and different, and
couldn’t believe I had been kept away
from it for this long. A friend of Dr.
Marlow’s met me in London, and took
me through the big city, to another
train station. Again, the countryside
flickered past my eyes. Finally, the
anticipated words were called out:
“Tiverley Down and Illingworth!” I
instinctively climbed down from the
carriage. As the train chugged on I
anxiously waited for someone to pick