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Dear Diary,          1533 My name is Princess Mary I, the daughter of King Henry VIII and Queen Catherine of Aragon.  My first betrothal was to Holy Roman Emperor Carlos V when I was six in 1527, Carlos V broke off the engagement to marry Princess Isabella of Portugal. Father sent me to live in Wales for a while. While I was gone I can’t believe that my father married that witch Anne Boleyn, whom was one of my mother’s ladies-in-waiting. Before my father married Anne Boleyn, he used to call me his “Greatest pearl in the kingdom”.  My mother wrote to me about it, father wanted to declare his marriage to my mother invalid b

Dear Diary,       2520 B.C.E. My name is Sagira it means “little one” in Egyptian.  I am twelve years old and an orphan. Both my parents Zuka and Nanu died building Pharaoh Khafre’s Pyramid. Many of the workers watched my parents die when one of the stone blocks slided down the ramp.  After that the follow workers kept an eye on me, when I was little. Yesterday I was told by Pharaoh Khafre’s advisor that I am now enough to help build his next project the Great Sphinx.  I am one of the many slaves building the Great Sphinx under his rule. Pharaoh Khafre is building the Great Sphinx for his deceased father Pharaoh Khufu. T

My name is sarah I am but three, My eyes are swollen I cannot see, I must be stupid I must be bad, What else could have made My daddy so mad? I wish I were better I wish I weren't ugly, Then maybe my mommy Would still want to hug me. I can't speak at all I can't do a wrong Or else I'm locked up All the day long When I awake I'm all alone The house is dark My folks aren't home. When my mommy does come I'll try and be nice, So maybe I'll get just One whipping tonight Don't make a sound! I just heard a car My daddy is back From Charlie's Bar. I hear him curse My name he calls I press myself Against the wall. I try

Her name was Aurora She was only five This is what happened When she was alive Her dad was a drunk Her mom was an addict Her parents kept her Locked in an attic Her only friend was a little toy bear It was old and worn out And had patches of hair She always talked to it When no one's around She lays there and hugs it Not a peep of sound Until her parents unlock the door Some more and more pain She'll have to endore A bruise on her leg A scar on her face Why would she be In such a horrible place? But she grabs her bear And softly crys She loves her parents But they want her to die She sits in the corner Quiet but t

"Oh yeah," Ron said. "And make sure you watch out for Peeves. He picks on the first years especially." "Peeves?" Jade asked. What type of name was that? "Yup. He's a little floaty guy that bounces off the walls and plays pranks on people. Oh yeah! Did I tell you that the Head-mistress can turn into a cat??" "Yes." Jade said bored. She didn't know if she could cram anymore Hogwarts information into her overworked brain. "What about the--" "Junior! Time to go!" came a familiar voice from the shadows. "Ugh, I hate it when he calls me that!" He whispered. Then more loudly, "Catch ya later! Hope to see you at Hogwarts, even if your a Sqiub."

An orphan sat on the edge of Hogsmeade, watching the people pass by her. Each laughed and talked as though nothing was wrong with their life, nothing amiss. She envied them: the children ready to go to school, the new wands and robes, while she could do nothing of the sort. "Jade, come inside." the head-master of the orphanage called her. "No," she said simply. "I like watching the people. I think I'll take a walk." Jade had always been defiant enough to leave the most powerful people dumbfounded. In fact she had just left the Orphanage Head-master scratching his greasy head. She walked through the cobblestone streets, keeping to the shad

Without Red Hair and Freckles, Chapter 55, Caleb Matthews. Tapping my fingers on my headboard would not get me out of bed rest any faster. A healer was supposed to be coming over to check on me and the baby any minute now. Irritated that I could not get out of bed, I tried to occupy my time with things other than thinking. The fight of Matt and Alex raged on in my mind. Matt had recently showed his angry side towards me… violently shaking me to the point of which I started sobbing. I didn’t know what to think of him anymore, he left me stranded… all alone. Interrupting my thought, mum knocked softly on the door, and I told h