In the year 771 B.C, I was born. My name is Arianna. I was married to Elijah. Later we had four kids named Katharine, Brittany, Clarence, and Dawson. We got rid of Katharine, Brittany, and Dawson. We only kept Clarence because he was the only good boy.
Later people started fighting and people started to go against Roman law and turned against the emperor than later turned to a group called the Barbarians. My husband thought that we were all going to die so he joined the Barbarians.
I wanted to take care of my son so we joined the army. We later were almost forced to kill Elijah, but we just couldn’t, so we took him in as a slave. I don’t recall Elijah ever disobeying us until the 163 day he was with us again.
The reason the day was so specific was because Elijah was wearing a costume and underneath it was his true self. He was a 163 year old man who just played us. I never really actually had a baby we just adopted them all, thank god, except for Clarence.
Clarence was put in a basket on our front porch. There was a note inside the basket that said,
That was the letter that was in the basket. Me and Clarence finished the army term then went to a kingdom owned by a woman named Queen Gwendolyn. She failed as a ruler so I took over as queen. My son became prince of dumbness, than later changed his name to Prince Talks-a-Lot after getting tired of being asked why he was dumb.
We had to kill Elijah because he later became a leper. Then Clarence died from being a leper from kissing his dad on the lips. I was the only one left. It is now the year 2011, and I am 1240 years old, and still healthy. I really have nothing else to say because everything else is too gory.
-Arianna
ok... yea i wrote that a long time ago an essay 4 social studies in like 9th grade i dont remember rhough... i am looking 4 a guy or girl to treat me good and to be there for me.. dont just send me winks because they are really getting on my nerves.. so if u like me just message me
