A 19 Year old girl-Abigail Jones-is living during the time of the Civil War. To get her through rough times, she writes letters to her "Dearest". But he isn't who you think he is...
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Life has taken so much away from me. Mother has told me time and time again that I am going crazy. But I am not quite sure what that means. I have been more intrigued by politics and matters that have to do with race, much to Mother and Father's disappointment.
I had looked up to Mother as a young girl, but now I have seen her true nature. Or maybe I had seen it as a young girl but just did not understand what it meant. Now, I look up to Abigail Adams, John Adams's wife. She is much like me—a true feminist who cares about matters that only men would take part in—like race and class and such.
I miss you, Johnny, even though I have never met you in person. I wonder if you would enjoy my company. I would enjoy your company.
I would enjoy anyone's company. I'm rather lonely these days.
I have always been the quiet type of girl, but now I would like to change. To become more like Abigail Adams. I would like to have a voice.
I even wrote a speech that I think could change a lot of racists's minds about class and the color of skin.
O people of America! You have taken colored folks and put them in shackles. You moved them from their homes to a place foreign to them. You held them in bondage, forcing them to work day and night with meager meals that didn't keep them full during their labored days.
Why?
Because your'e fair skin is more superior to their dark skin? I am Abigail Jones, and I'm no Abigail Adams—although our names are the same—but I do know one thing. That if you were, without a say, forced to scrub a stranger's house, be beaten and cursed at, to be looked down upon...you wouldn't like it one bit.
Think of you're servants. Think of your slaves. Think of what they go through. What battles they face. Think of how they are afraid. Think of how you ripped them apart from their family.
Think of how colored folk's children are born into slavery.
Think of yourself. Would you enjoy working as a servant? I would like to ask all of you to join Abigail Adams and I—I have never met her, but I hope to someday—and break these servants of their bondage!
Who is with me?
I asked Hugo, the newspaper boy if he could put my speech in the newspaper. He told me to keep my hopes up, and that he would see what he could do. He said that he was glad that there were some girls out there that were in their right minds!
Ha!
Now all I must do is close my eyes and hope, Johnny.
Hope that no matter what happens, I will stay the same.
Love, Miss Abigail Jones.
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I hope you guys enjoyed that chapter! I had fun writing it! Thank you @SolangeloKat for giving me the great idea to turn Abigail Adams into Abigail Jones's idol!
