September 6,1347
Dear Buttons,
Sorry about last night. I heard Papa's footsteps to my room door. I pretended to be sleeping, something I have been good at since I was smaller.
Papa sat on the edge of my bed and moved the hair out of my face. I couldn't see his expression but I heard the sobs and short breathes and felt the sweep of a tear that fell just inches away from my face. It took all the strength in the world for me not to cry with him. "My dear Arabella, do not worry. We will keep you safe." I heard him whisper.
His fingers moved to my cheek then my chin.
He probably could have told I was crying. He kissed my forehead then left my room. I have never felt so depressed before. I couldn't move...I couldn't cry, my eyes were open but I couldn't see. All my hope is lost.
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The Black Death: Dairy of Arabella Tybalt
Historical FictionAs many of you know the black death also known as the black plague was a horrible disease going around in the 1340s. The diary of Arabella Tybalt takes you through the entire time. The diary was given to me as a school project a long time ago, but i...
