Voices

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Parts 3
Time 7m

Reads 8
Votes 0
Parts 3
Time 7m

Life for a woman was difficult in the 1920's. Clean the house, Cook the meals, Obey your man, Look your best, and never show the emotional and physical stress in your daily life. My life was different though. I wasn't allowed to join the parties, or attend church on Sundays, I wasn't even a loud to eat dinner with my family. Why you ask, because I was locked in my room. I've lived in my room for the past ten years. My parents say it's because I'm "special", but I know that their just scared of me. My name is Victoria and the following entries are from my diary of the past events of my life. First let me start by telling you why I'm locked in my room. It's because I killed an eight year old girl. Before you freak out on me and abandon me like my family read my side of the story.All Rights Reserved

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Life for a woman was difficult in the 1920's. Clean the house, Cook the meals, Obey your man, Look your best, and never show the emotional and physical stress in your daily life. My life was different though. I wasn't allowed to join the parties, or attend church on Sundays, I wasn't even a loud to eat dinner with my family. Why you ask, because I was locked in my room. I've lived in my room for the past ten years. My parents say it's because I'm "special", but I know that their just scared of me. My name is Victoria and the following entries are from my diary of the past events of my life. First let me start by telling you why I'm locked in my room. It's because I killed an eight year old girl. Before you freak out on me and abandon me like my family read my side of the story.

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