Daisy Diary Entry

“Daisy Breckenwood was pronounced missing this afternoon after her mother went to her room to get her ready for school. There was no evidence that shows any force of entry. Investigators are not sure what has happened to the Missing little Daisy Breckenwood."

“Are you excited that you’re moving?” I asked Daisy. She is the little 7 year old girl I babysit everyday for a couple of hours until her parents got home from work. “Ya! I’m so excited, I can’t wait!” She practically screamed. Daisy was moving to a house a couple of blocks away from her current house because her mom was about to have a baby. I was helping a lot more so her parents could pack their belongings in the moving boxes. “Emma, you can go home if you need to. I think we got all

and Mrs. Breckenwood’s house was great. Today is Friday and I’m at Daisy’s right now. I’ve noticed that she has been talking to ‘Charlotte’ her imaginary friend a lot. “Daisy, is Charlotte here right now?” I asked her as she was drawing. She just nodded. “What does she look like?” I asked her. “She looks like this.” Daisy said pointing to the picture she was coloring. Her hair was a golden dirty blonde color and she had she had a dress. I was about to ask Daisy another question but I was interrupted when her Daisy’s mom came into the room, “Hi Daisy. Hi Emma.” she said. “Hi Mommy!” Daisy jumped and ran to her mother’s arms. “Hi Mrs Breckenwood, Daisy finished her homework and we were just drawing pictures.” I told Mrs. Breckenwood. “Ya! Look! It’s me and my friend Charlotte. See?” Daisy said. “How’s Charlotte? Is she a girl from school?” Daisy’s mother asked. “No. She lives her….in my room.” Daisy said. Her mother was taken back by it but quickly regathered herself. “That’s nice sweetheart.” was all Daisy’s mom said. I said my goodbyes to Daisy and headed downstairs with Mrs. Breckenwood. “ Has Daisy been talking to ‘Charlotte’ for a while?” Mrs. Breckenwood asked with a little worry in her voice. “Ever since you have moved to this house, she has been friends with Charlotte and never before did she talked to about Charlotte.” I replied. “ I didn’t say much before because I thought it was just her imaginary friend but she talks to her a lot. “ I continued. “I don’t think there is much to worry about.” Mrs. B replied. I said my goodbyes to her and headed