Friday, 12 June, 1942

Dear Kitty,

            Hello, my name is Anne. I have just received you for my thirteenth birthday and I have decided to call you Kitty. I hope that I will be able to share all of my hopes, dreams, and darkest secrets with you. First off, I think that I shall tell you about me. I have one sister named Margot, wonderful parents, and a cat named Moortje. Now I live in Amsterdam, Holland. I love to read, play ping pong, and go to the ice cream parlor.

 I can be a tad cocky sometimes because I say that all of the boys in school and around the neighborhood absolutely adore me; it is true though. The boys are so interested in me. I am scared of what others think of me. I do a lot just to impress people. For instance, I made myself seem smart while with Harry.  I really did like him; it was just hard to tell him where I am hiding out.

            I believe that I can be very sarcastic; I know that it may not be a very good thing, but when I’m about to go into hiding and I don’t have any idea of how long I will be there, I feel like I have a right to be a little sarcastic.  When I was giving you a tour of our Secret Annexe, I told you how beautiful it was and how much I love it. I really meant to say that it was ugly, small, and that I hate it to bits. We had to go into hiding when the Nazi’s started attacking. I hate how small it is, I hate how we only have one small window, and I hate Mrs. Van Daan. I don’t want to be in this small, drab place with the same people. I don’t know how long I’ll be here, and all I want is to get out.

            I do have very good values. Earlier on I told you about what I packed when we left. I told you that I packed the strangest things and that memories mean more to me than dresses. I want to be able to not only make memories, but keep them. I do that by little things that can make the memory appear so vividly in my mind. I like dresses, but if I must pack for my life, I would pack the little things that can remind me who I am when I lose myself. I can look back at those memories and find myself once again. 

I like to say that I was kind when people aren’t kind to me. When Mrs. Van Daan had been so evil, I said that she was healthy in mind and body and that she was cheerful too. I seek the best in everyone, and when I find something, (which took me a while with Mrs. Van Daan) I share it and try to make the best of it. I don’t want to be cocky, but I am a very kind person. You won’t tell anyone that I said that, will you Kitty? No, I don’t think so. Anyways, who would ever want to read a diary of a thirteen year old girl?

I hope that I can share more with you while in the Annexe, and as well as when the war is over. People also say that I am optimistic because I believe that I’m going to get out, but that is no belief. It is a fact. I will get out and live a hiding-free life.  Now that I have told you a little bit about who I am, I think that we will be very close. Until next time, Kitty.

                                                                                                                        Yours,

                                                                                                                                    Anne J



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