Luis Rodriguez
Historical Fiction
HIST 1301-2H2

For my 14th birthday my grandmother gave me a diary. I never used it until now. It was just pieces of strings that connected sheets of paper together. It was nothing special or anything that looked fancy. She wanted me to practice my writing since it “imitated a peasant’s work”. How considerate of her to be so kind about helping me with something so utterly useless to me. It was a miracle for her to even give me anything since she is so blinded by all the money she has. She calls “part of the family”, which is a lie since it’s a miracle if I even receive dinner most of the time. My grandmother spent most of the money on expensive luxuries like, clothes, wines, and furniture. I hated my life here in France. Since I had no support in any kind in this land I decided to smuggle myself out of this home. I have many reasons to leave this place, let’s start from the beginning.
I, Antoinette Cherubin, was born in February 29, 1650. My mother, Liliane Cherubin, died when she was giving birth to me. Nobody knew what killer her. She was a very slender woman and my grandmother always told me that slender women like her weren’t meant to have babies. My Father, Alexandre Cherubin, I never got too met. He went off to fight for France in the war versus the Spanish a few years before I was born. Nobody knows if he died in battle or went somewhere to live another life away from us. My grandmother (my mom’s mom) never met Alexandre. I never talked or knew who my dad’s parents were. My grandfather was a strange man. He always talked about that war that lasted Thirty years. I try to ignore him since I think he’s a bit crazy. Since I had no parents my grandmother had to take me. She had no option since she didn’t want to leave me to die.
My first thirteen years of life were like any other girls. I had to attend school for a while. I