The Mystery of the Writing Urge

I am writing about my holiday in France.
I haven't been abroad for ages. Only been once. I'm Nia Collins... and I can't stop writing.
What's come over me?!
THERE WILL BE A SEQUEL TO THIS BOOK!!!

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3. First Stop

3/3/2012 10.00am
Dear diary...
Woo-hoo!! In France! HALF AN HOUR LATER...
"A train!" Dad shouted as we stepped into the train.
"A train to what, monsieur?" asked the man in charge.
"Whoops, sorry. Anyway, we're going to Paris."
"Thank you, monsieur. Good day!"
"You too."
I didn't mention about the plane crash, did I? It crashed into the rock thing. Not to worry, though! It was funny! The pilot commanded us to all step out of the plane when he landed. All of us were anxious and thought we had crashed. When we were out, the pilot inspected the plane. There was only 1 single scratch, this big! ------------- A similar thing happened to the train. A metre by metre hole was in the train!
I asked the nearest person on the train (who happened to be the waitress), "What happened here? Was it one of those NW rocks?"
"Oui, just do not talk to anyone about it! People were seriously hurt!!"
Since then I decided to keep my mouth shut. I really don't like injuries.
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