7th Grade School Project
 
     The Black Death was a plague that could kill someone in less than a day. It was very contagious, and people needed to get as far away from the source as possible. 
     The Black Death lasted from 1374 to 1351 in Europe. The plague officially came from central and eastern Asia. However, the plague was caused by several other plagues. Over 1000 villages were abandoned! The Black Death was a great crisis. Medicine was scarce and they didn't have the technology to find the cure. A large percentage of people in Europe died from the plague. 
   
 
     My uncle is told he needs to go to fight a war because, after all, he is a warrior. My uncle is getting old, and he doesn't think he could do it. They told him that he will need to find someone who could fight. Someone young, and someone that could manage. Even though I'm not his son, the job fell on me! 
     I'm scared over the war. I don't want to die; I'm still young. It will be very hard for someone my age. I will be fighting to keep my hometown safe for my family and the other civilians, but the thought that I could die is unbearable. I think I'll go, though. I'll be a hero to my family and our entire town. I just want everyone to be safe, and I've always wanted to be part of the army, but I didn't think it would happen this early in my life. I just hope everything will go smoothly. 
     I still don't see why my uncle didn't pick my other cousin. My uncle has no sons, but he has two brothers with sons. My cousin is older than me by 2 years. I think he would be better suited for the job. He's very fit and strong. I'm small. I don't see why I would be picked when he has a perfectly fine person other than me that can fight bet
 
     My father has arranged for me to marry his friends son. I'm only 13, and on top of that, I've never met or even seen this person in my entire life! How could I marry a complete stranger? What if we don't get along? My father has asked me my opinion on the situation, which isn't very common here. I told him I don't want to marry a stranger, but that didn't seem to change his mind the least bit. Sometimes I wish my father would just hear me out.
     In a few weeks I'll meet this stranger. He's around my age, but I don't know his name yet. My mother doesn't like the idea, considering I'm her only daughter. She doesn't think I'm old enough. I'm siding with my mom on this one. I can't handle all the work that will come with being a wife. Just the thought of being a pregnant teenager sends chills down my back. I can't stand the thought of being married. That word just keeps repeating in my head, married. I can't do this!
     My dad could care less. What he wants, he gets. Even if it doesn't have anything to do with his own life. My father should be the one trying to keep me from getting married. I mean, isn't it the dad's job to protect his daughter. People complain that their parents are too strict, but I wish mine were stricter. I'm so upset right now. How could this happen? I've always wanted to find true love, but not at only 13! I wanted to grow up and become an adult, then settle down. But apparently, this matter has nothing to do with the way I fell. It's all up to my dad. He's so selfish! I want to do what I want to do with my life, not what he wants my life to be like. 
     
 
     I cannot believe my life right now. Everything crumbled as soon as my mother died. My house was burned, Aycliff accused me of stealing form the Lord's house, and now I'm forced to run for my life in the forest. I believed for a while, ever since I saw the hanging man, that I already died and I was in Hell. I wanted to die, but after seeing him, and how scary he looked, I decided I didn't want to die; I wanted to live. 
    After being declared a wolf's head, I had to flee for my life. I hate having to be isolated so I wouldn't be killed. Father Quinel, whom I found dead in the forest from a slit throat, was my only friend. The only one who was there for me. 
     I ran into an abandoned village, only to find a big man singing in the church. He grabbed my wrist, and I was sure my arm was about to snap. He told me I had to swear to be his slave or he would take me back to Stromford, where I would surely be killed. I didn't want to die, but I worried that the man would abuse me and work me until my hands were bloody. I had to stay with the man. He would give me food and protection. That was better than dying. I hope I'll live without the people finding 

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