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Jane could not believe her eyes. How on earth…? What was her journal doing at the bottom of this trunk? Bewildered, she drew it out and flipped through the pages. It was all there, nothing was missing, and all of her hopes and dreams and wishes were right were she had written them. Skipping to the last page she had written, which was a few hours before this confusion had all started; her eyes read what she had written.

‘I wish I had an adventure, I don’t care what kind. I just want something to happen. Things around here are so dull. To describe my idea of an adventure, someone interesting would come to stay at our boarding house. Then something dramatic would happen, the interesting and strange boarder would kidnap me and take me to his secret hideout under the Boarding House. Without him in site, I would find a trunk full fine clothes…Oh! I must go; Mama needs me to go down for supper.’

Jane read on. As she got towards the end of the entry, she realized that everything that she had written had happen! How could this be? She simply did not understand. How was she going to get home?

Until next time,

~ Jane Austen ~