Personal Narrative: My Diary Of Jewish Americans

Dear Diary,

Months ago rumors and conspiracies began of an upcoming war against the United States and China, alongside with North Korea and their allies. At first no one had believed this to have been true, after all, people refused to believe something as bad as that were to happen and of course, the media had tried to hide the war to prevent global panic.
Their attempt failed. The people demanded to know what was really going on. I laid on my bed surrounded by the cool breeze that came through my bedroom window, as the fluorescent screen of my phone shone a dim light across my face. The large and abrupt noise of planes arose throughout the 12:38 night sky. As I scrolled through my social media feed, there were still dozens, thousands
Prejudice and racism had risen at a much higher rate, as middle-eastern American citizens were wrongfully attacked and many other people of colour were as well in this process- even if they were not of middle-eastern descent. Jewish people were the next to have been blamed, so many of them began to go into hiding or fleeing the country elsewhere, in fear that the government would slowly form into what would happen in the
I stared into the wall of my room with a sense of desolation as I reminisced on my old life in Turlock. Days after people had learned of the upcoming war, many families immediately gathered their things, stocked up with supplies and moved to live away from the chaos that occurred in many towns and cities into a life of isolation in the country areas in order to protect their families, which my family of eleven had done. Crowded into two cars with all of our precious belongings, we