Dear diary...

Miranda Anderson

Anderson 1

Mrs.Meadows

English. period - E-F

18 september, 2011

January 2. 1620

Dear Diary,

Today is the 2nd of january, 1620 and we have finally landed on this mysterious land, Plymouth. They say the world will remember this pivotal moment in history, but will they?

Mother has been in a very bad disposition these days, which has me very worried, I do not understand how she can be so upset when we have everything we need! we even have our own religious freedom which we have wanted all this time. I cannot help to see how everyone is being so guile these days, especially robert, he is my brother for god's sake, it is mandatory for him to tell me things. Nobody understand me, not even my other siblings, but of coarse they do not, for they are too young.

You will never guess what I did today diary, I jumped in the most beautiful river! I just saw it and I felt like i had to jump in! how spontaneous you might say, but yes indeed it is, ever since I have been on the edge, mother say's it is imperative that I stop fooling around, but thats all I ever hear " Elizabeth stop that! " over and over again, but I am not a child, I shall decide for myself.

January 4, 1620

Dear Diary,

This is a secret you musnt  tell anyone…. today I was out in the greenest forest picking the reddish berries when I over heard mother talking to grandmother-Willow about marriage, it was a very odd thing to be talking about but I decided to listen. While I was listening to their conversation they stumbled upon my name, how weird, yes indeed, I was bewildered, how did this happen? I am only 17 not age to get married. Nobody understand me.

January 6, 1620

Dear Diary,  

I was sitting by the stream near our house today, being sad for all that I have lost, not knowing whether to cry or just simply pout. While sitting by the stream I saw tiny little fish of every colour, how odd I say to myself, I have never seen fish of any kind like that… how interesting, though a lot of things are different from england, for example, the food, the animals, the plants, and even some of the people, well especially the people, they are dark skinned, and speak a different language then us, but the leaders of Plymouth tell us not to worry about them because they will come to good use.  Did you know diary that I do not miss England at all, I enjoy it here, and so do the other people that live here, we can do whatever we want, the only thing mandatory is going to church every night, well i thought we could do whatever we want, but now I am getting forced to get married, but dear diary you do not know how much I do not want too, I want to remain young, and unharmed.  Nobody understands me.

A month later.

February 4, 1620

Dear diary,

I decided diary that I shall get married, for the sake of Plymouth. my husband will make a big strong house, with a big large farm. My wedding is approaching dear diary and how I am nervous, but mother understands me, and will help me with this new world.

Until next time Dear Diary, Elizabeth.

A Dark Night

           A fly, a cricket, what could it be, or maybe its just the wind in the fall air haunting me, I succumb my fears and except it might be true. I surmised that it might be he, a gruesome thought, a grimace on my face, i really do hope someone is not in my room. 

         It is pitch  dark, and my rusty old lantern is lit. I feel my heart skip beats. I simulate death but of coarse he knows i am not. Maybe just maybe the thief  is here for my inventory of riches , but how can that be true, my inventory is in my other room. 

       I hear a quick noise ( CLAP! ) I derived he hit my rusty old lantern. In concise words i  say " WHO IS THERE??. " I endeavour to hide under the blankets so my body could be clad bottom to top by sheets. Gingerly i try to get to my phone, but i am making to much noise. By now i am dehydrated and i just want to sleep, but my eyes are wide open, there is no way.

       The next thing i knew i was being attacked! " My fear has came true! " I think in my head, what kind of despicable person would do this! I was electrified,  he then took my pillow. I was sure i knew what he was about to do, my death is upon me, i can see it now. In a cursory he took the pillow and roughly set it on my face, i only got a glimpse of what the man looked like, but strangely he looked like the young boy who works for me. His evil plan corroborated with exactly what i thought he would do. The pillow caused an abrasion on my face, and i could feel myself coming closer and closer to death by the second, and the feeling is absolutely terrifying, like jumping off a cliff and knowing any second you will die. After a while the pain starts to go away, until you do not feel anything at all.

      I am now in the sky, flying through the white clouds, looking down on my prey, ready for the hunt. like a Vulture i am , soaring through the pale blue sky.