Historical Writing: A Day in a Past Life (Junior Writing7)

by on Sep 30, 2020

Historical Writing– In lesson 7, we will focus on creating authentic characterisation and setting within a time period from history. The students will be given a choice between the Stone Age, Victorian England, or World War II to write about, doing research on how people lived during these times, and using their creativity to create a character within this world. The story will be based on a day in the life of this character.

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  2. Sisley says:
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    I could feel the pale sunlight shining onto my face but I just couldn’t remember why today was so important. I didn’t want to get up for multiple reasons, one of them is that I don’t think that I could bear looking out at the filthy streets outside, even if my family lived in a richer part of London. Nothing could compare to the thickness of the smoke outside. This place where people call home is really horrible. Ah, but of course the Queen would never say anything like that. She ought to talk in a regal fashion.

    As my pale feet touched the ice-like floorboards of my room, I heard the mahogany door of my room groan but no-one opened it. I was sure that someone was definitely outside because I could visibly hear a low muttering.I ought to have mentioned that I absolutely despised when someone muttered so I leaned next to the door and listened.

    ‘Should we take her? I mean, she is old enough.’ My older sister suggested.
    ‘No, she is only thirteen. This is your own business, Brielle. There is no need to drag poor Camille into this absolute whirlwind of a mess.’ my other older sister, Adaline responded clearly and confidently.
    ‘No Adaline. You are simply not being fair. You must take Camille, I could hardly imagine her not going to the ball as Brielle’s assistant! ’ my older brother Navier shouted.

    I have to admit, I wasn’t surprised. Adaline never got along with Brielle and Navier only came home once in a blue moon. Judging on the arguing going on outside, everything was knocked off-course.

    ‘Camille you are coming with me. I’ve had enough of your idiotic bickering Adeline!’ Brielle screamed in a rather unladylike fashion as she slammed open my bedroom door and grabbed my wrist.

    It was only nine-o’clock in the morning and I had already been dragged out in a jade-coloured skirt with dainty lace. I would have taken more than a millennium to get ready for this peculiar occasion. I am just like a puppet, always under someone else’s control. I have no right to ever tug my own strings but I shall not complain as I am determined to not end up like my obnoxious sisters. So this is my chance at this mysterious event, to show everyone that I am indeed a proper lady.

    The minute hand struck eight when I had to accompany Brielle to the spontaneous event. The mist on the streets was quite thick, so I had to be careful to not be pick pocketed. With all the mud on the ground and our coach so far away, I couldn’t imagine someone living in this sludge. Just as Brielle and I were in the hall where the event was hosted, I noticed that there were a lot of other young girls like me. Suddenly, I felt a quick movement behind me. The air around me suddenly stopped and time seemed to become absent. I thought that I was being pick pocketed but no. Someone was draining the air away! My pupils raced quicker than my own heartbeat. I couldn’t concentrate. A black and white scene flashed in front of me as my courage to stand drained away. There was no-one other than Brielle in this empty hall. So, why is Brielle strangling me?
    -Sisley

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