A Hero's Journey Milly

Not only did she write her diary but she also wrote many other fictional stories. Although she did not write everyday, most days consisted of the same information. She would get up around 4 a.m., go down to get buckets of water. She would then come back send the kids off to school, and then go out to collect paper. Sometimes she got lucky and collected a lot of paper and other times she got none, which meant no food for that night. Usually she would mention what fight happened in the village and described the way so many people in the fevela drank until they were drunk all day.

“But that night she was like the little tottering, stumbling, clutching child, who all of a sudden realizes its powers, and walks for the first time alone, boldly and with over-confidence. She could have shouted for joy. She did shout for joy, as with a sweeping stroke or two she lifted her body to the surface of the water.

Then, one morning, she woke up and found herself in a giant bed in a sunny room with plush blue armchairs and a cherry armoire.”

She absorbed her surroundings as she watched the trees rush by. She saw a large buck grazing on a patch of grass and giggled at the tiny chipmunks that seemed to be everywhere. She’d even saw a bear and thought it a little unusual for this time of year, but it was not uncommon. She pumped her legs and extended her stride. Her lungs expanded as they filled with air, her breath quickened as she waited for her second wind.

The basement was their home. Every day they got up early and made their bed. Around six o'clock Miss Margot would come in breathless and in a hurry with their breakfast which usually consisted of warm tasty porridge.

She slumped to the floor of the the cottage”. This was really big for her because she just got freed from enslavement, then she learns that she will be reminded of that everyday of her life by this slavery child.

As she continued through the woods she kept herself calm by keeping a conversation with herself about her surroundings. She cross through the trees, and comes to the ditch, as she crosses it she

out to dinner with some friends. Mr. Maloney would not say a word to her until after he got a

morning 2 of the girls fell into a deep sleep and would not awake, this led to the beginning of the

6:30. That’s what the clock above the oven said, however, it hadn’t been checked in a while so who knew if it was right. For most, the day was just beginning, it for her, it was ending. She needed it to. Her body seemed to weigh ten times what it normally did and as she dragged her feet towards her bedroom

After about another mile of walking, the girls came across two different paths, leading in two different directions. “Oh no!” cried Lori, “What are we going to do? I don’t want to get lost.”

She realized that then she always wanted to go to bed “well fed, kissed, satiated and loved.” Thus, began her love of food.

She cleaned up the streets and the repair man came and helped put up new walls to her home. Later that afternoon she had found her mom's favorite recipe it was steak and green beans and potatoes. She made that out of the leftover stuff in metal boxes that her and momma had stored before the volcano erupted she baked in her new bakery.

On this day in their journal they were to write about something that they did this week or learned this week. She chose to talk about going to the Aviary one of two field trips they had went on that week.

She woke early... she who once thought 9 am was dawn. She would exercise, then go to where she was to be. She’d spend her day, then come home, perhaps to go out again, perhaps to have visitors, perhaps to clean, and was almost always in bed before 10