My dearest Adelaide, I am so very sorry for what I have done just to that I may see you again. As I write, I sit under a canopy of leaves, in a shelter that I made myself! Oh, I wish for you to be proud of me. Alas, you never shall again once you hear what I have done.
Mister Valencia keeps all the money I earn him in a folded piece of paper in his bedroom, under the mattress. I found this out when he instructed me- No, wait, when he commanded me to tidy up his bedroom for when the Mrs came home. I swear, I never thought that I would ever do such a thing as steal, but I just had to see you Adelaide! If only I could find my way to Boston, where I could sail back to you. Maybe buy a little food, I'm starving out here! There isn't a single town around, and to be honest, I'm not even sure where I am anymore! Oh, Adelaide. I do hope that I reach you eventually, I may just die out here first. Oh, what a pity that would be, never getting to see your beautiful face again. . .
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Theodore's Journal
Ficción históricaHistorical Narrative that I wrote, it's the journal of a British merchant in the 1700s, named Theodore. He wishes to go back to England in order to see his love. Except when he gets his wish, it doesn't exactly go as he planned.
