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Note: Do not be offended by anything in this story. I've taken an interest in the story Jane Eyre, and this was the way they really treated orphans back then. I'm trying to make it as realistic as possible. Thanks. :)
May 11, 1837
It is not a question whether or not I should start this diary; for I know it is completely necessary, and therefore I shall write it.
I am an orphan, to begin with, and currently I am lying here, in my bed, writing these words at the Birmingham Orphanage For Girls. It is cold.
I admit without doubt that the life I lead here is quite dull, and the only friend I have here is Catherine Hetherby, but she is somewhat older than myself, so I have to struggle on without her until mid-day, at luncheon.
I am not sure if I am worthy enough to write these letters to you, for all my teachers and the head mistress, Mrs. Frugular, all tell me that I am a bad child and that if I am not good God will send me to a lake of fire called ''hell''.
Is this true? You see, the reason I established this diary was so that I could ask this question without being punished, along with many others.
Well, I am sure I will find out some day when I die, which I am afraid shall be very soon because I have no where else to go except here, and this place is a perfect one to breathe my last.
Catherine tells me I should not say such things, but they are quite true. Mrs. Frugular certainly encourages this thought.
But I know I am right, I will die... but when?
Emma Whitestone - Birmingham Girls Orphanage, England
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