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Dear Diary, November 25 1948 I think I found my way to wonderland! There in the garden the Cheshire Cat waited for me. But I could not go anyway for mother had been on guard. I need to follow him. He told me to follow him. The caterpillar sent him. He did not speak however, no matter how much I yelled. Mother was worried but I tricked her so Father wouldn't give me anther shot. I told Mother I want the cat to purr but then Mother took me inside. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. I had my chance and she blew it. Anyway I'm going to escape to wonderland. But not for a while I know this much. I have to go now. Alice wants me to read. ~Love Emily

Dear Diary, November 22nd 1948 I broke my looking glass with my tea cup. Father gave me a shot. Mother gave me tea. I told Father Alice was trying to get through. I can't hear Alice or the others. Now that my looking glass is broken I have to find the rabbit hole. But the forest is so far and I can't run from Mother when she takes me out. My head is fuzzy. Mother is worried I'm sick. I'm not. I need to find wonderland. ~Emily  

Dear Diary, November 21st 1948 Hello again! Father is pleased with my entry, he actually gave me a challenge today! He wants me to look at a looking glass. But Alice told me not to. I told father this and he assured me that Alice will not harm me. Father told me to look deep within myself and describe myself in my Diary. So here we go! My name is Emily Boleyn. I have black black black hair. Not like Alice who has blonde hair. I have green eyes. Not like Alice who has blue eyes. I'm Emily not Alice. I'm short, like Alice. My dress is beige not blue. Not like Alice. I don't like this reflection, Father was wrong Alice did harm me. I'm going now

Dear Diary, November 20th 1948 Hello! Father said I should keep a diary to show my progress. It's been a total of 3 days since I've been at Harrison institution. Father says that if I stay on my medication I'll be healthy in no time. But I'm not unhealthy, I feel great. I feel great I feel great. Everything is going good here, I like it here. I've finished reading Alice in wonderland for the 180th time this morning after Mother gave me my tea and cake. That's when everything went quiet. I like the quiet, except when I'm reading to the others. They like it. Father said I should stop reading it, but what if the white rabbit or Cheshire Cat come