Tuesday 10th June
Dear Diary,
I'm writing this by torchlight in a sleeping bag that smells of damp socks, so sorry about the wobbly handwriting. It's nearly midnight and I am wide awake.
This morning I didn't even want to come. When the coach pulled away from school and Mum's wave got smaller and smaller, my stomach dropped like a stone. Two whole nights without my own bed! Ruby said I looked as white as a ghost.
Putting up the tent was a disaster at first. The poles wouldn't bend the way the instructions said, and a gust of wind snatched the whole thing out of our hands and sent it cartwheeling across the field. Mr Okafor had to chase it! Everyone laughed, including me, and after that I stopped feeling quite so homesick.
Tonight we sat round the campfire toasting marshmallows (mine caught fire, twice) and Mr Okafor told a story about a ghostly shepherd who wanders these hills. I pretended it wasn't scary. It was.
Now everything is quiet except for Ruby snoring and an owl somewhere outside. Something keeps rustling near the tent. It's probably a hedgehog… isn't it?
I never thought I'd say this, but I'm glad I came. Tomorrow we're going canoeing, and I'm actually excited. I just hope I get some sleep first.
Maya