This is a diary about Nicola's life. It starts at the beginning of The Great War (WWII). I will not say anymore.

Sunday 24th of November 1914

Dear Diary, Something's wrong with Mother. She seems stressed that I would want to become a nurse. But, I do! And no one can stop me. Mother says that she signed me up for cooking classes at highschool, but I don't want to do them. The are just a waste of time. I won't do them. Instead, I'm taking doctoring classes, incase of a war, they say. What is a war? Oh no, Mother is calling me. She's telling me to stop writing in my diary. Ok, then. I will. It's dinnertime now anyway. So, bye!

Love,

Nicola

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Monday 25th of November 1914

Dear Diary, Mother is in bed, sick. She was that stressed about me becoming a nurse. It worries me. Why would she worry? I'm doing nothing wrong, and no wars are coming. She shouldn't be worried. I have to go look after her. Oh no, Father's coming home. He's climbing up the stairs. He's seen me. Great. Now he's coming over, and taking you out of my hands. He's reading it. He's sighed. Why, oh why, does he have to read it? It just gets me annoyed. Wait. Now Father is hugging me. He wants to talk to me, down in the dining room.

Love,

Nicola

26th of November, 1914

Dear Diary, Father has just told me that War has broken out. So the rumors have been true then. War has been discussed. We had a letter arriving addressed to me and it informed me and my parents that I had been chosen to go to the hospital ships and become a nurse. This is going to be fun, isn't it? First War for me. It'll be interesting. I'm only 16 years old so many people will be envious of me. Mother just stated that she's not letting me go. I have to, though. The letter from War Office said so. They said that if I don't go, they will shoot down my all family. I want my little sister Annie to stay alive. I'm not letting Father and Mother die. They're living a good life already, I'm not going to change that. I'll just be over on a hospital ship, way out in the Pacific Ocean. I'll write too them, nothing will go wrong. Nothing. Will it?

Love,

Nicola