Our World Of Imagination

Mistaken

**Authors Note**
This story is based off of a young child who died in the 1916 rebellion in Ireland exactly like this incident..
Continue reading and enjoy!

December 30th 1915
"It might mean something to someone someday," said father. Today is my birthday and my father gave me a diary and this is it! I'm still only a "Cailín Beag", that's the Irish word for little girl, because I'm still only twelve. I didn't introduce myself, did I? I am Nora Connolly and my father and mother are James & Lillie. Mother is calling me I must go.

January 2nd 1916
Now where was I? Mother called me to do some chores. Ah yes! My mother is Lillie and I have one dear elder brother Patrick and my best friend Margaret Veale, but everyone calls her Maggie turned twelve on December 29th 1915.

January 5th 1916
I went to school today and I got in trouble for helping! Two boys got into a fight at lunch time. They started kicking and punching each other, so Maggie and I got up as quick as the wind, which in Irish is "Ar now an gaoithe" and tried holding the boys back. Then the teacher walked in and it looked like Maggie and I were fighting too. So we now have extra homework!

January 10th 1916
Today Maggie and I went to St. Stephen's Green to do cartwheels, it was so much fun, but SOMEONES name's Christina ruined it since she's far too posh. She came over and told us "You two are so unladylike - only little children do cartwheels." So she made us sit down and talk about grown up stuff. When we tried to get up and leave she said to me "If you try to leave, I'll tell everyone in our class you like Christopher." Then she had me, I had to stay.

January 15th 1916
Mother grounded me today because she found out about me getting into in school but I'm going to sneak out anyway. I'm going to Nelson's Pillar to try out my new binoculars.

January 16th 1916
Ah No! I'm not allowed to have my diary for 2 months. Yesterday was great.. Apart from when I had to come home to an angry mother. This will be my last entry for TWO WHOLE MONTHS - How can a mother do that to her child!

April 22nd 2016
Hmm, where to begin? I don't know why I didn't ask mother for my diary back earlier. Maybe I just got used to not writing in it. But I'm writing now and that's all that matters. Anyway, father has been off to secret meetings I'm not allowed to know about. I heard mother shouting last night "you want to start a rebellion when there is already a war on!" I'm scared..

April 24th 1916
Oh No! A rebellion has broken out and my father is very involved. I'm going to keep an eye out with my binoculars father gave me. I see him at the GPO. I'm looking out the window and I see British soldiers with guns!

Afterwards
I am Patrick Nora's older brother, I was walking in just as Nora wrote her last sentence. She looked out of that window and BANG a British soldier shot her. He thought Nora's binoculars were a gun but I will never forgive him.

This will be the end of Nora's diary.
R.I.P. Nora Connolly 1904-1916
THE END
By : Rachel S.