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February 5
Fired again, its my third time in the past month.  I just can't keep a job, no matter which one it is.  Maybe I would try the barber shop down the road, or volunteer at the vet clinic.  Well it is time for me to put down my journal and go to sleep.  I will write more in the morning.

February 7
This morning I picked up the newspaper and started looking for another job.  There was one as a Fire Fighter, but I don't want to be bad at that and leave someone in the fire to die.  There was also a hotdog stand assistant, but I would not get paid very much, and I need a job that I can hold, and will be paid a lot.  So no to the hotdog stand.

Around lunch I went outside to get some fro yo and see my friend Sara working her butt off and getting paid well (she works there). When I got there there was a big line of people trying to win the prize of 4 mouthes free fro yo.  I knew if I tried I would lose.  So I didn't bother. 

"Hey Rosa," Sara said,"Do you want to try and win free fro yo?"
"No!" I said, "I would loose anyway." I stepped in line and waited for my tern to come.

Then out of no were I herd a big crash.  Everyone turned around to see what was happening.  Not me, I was to busy thinking about jobs I could get.  Then I herd lots of screening and then I had to look and see what was going on.  I turned around and saw that Peters Way restaurant was just bombed.  I started to feel a little sick because I knew that my little sister was in there waiting with her friend and friends mom for food.  I fell to the floor and wouldn't get up, I couldn't get up.  It was like I was strapped to the ground and had a building placed on top of me.  And finally I passed out.

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