My name is Abigail Wilmot. I live in South Carolina on a plantation with my father, mother, and brother. Today my father gave me this journal to write everything and anything that happens from now on. Something has been stirring in the town lately, about the North folks. Earlier this week, my brother and I went to town to pick up some things from the store for Ramona and mother. We heard old mister Tom Hammond talking of some battle that will change the country forever. When we got home, we asked Ramona, our darker-skinned house lady, and she told us the southernfolk was enraged with the north trying to abolish slavery in the south. The new president, Mister Abraham Licoln I believe is his name, isn't siding with us and is helping the North. To be honest, I am not quite sure why it matters to them anyway. We don't ever hurt ours. We will find out what is to come.
Sincerely,
Abigail.
Love this concept/idea! I like the idea of the perspective of the average Southerner who's not quite sure what to make of the situation. Keep 'em coming!
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