I survived the Salem Witch Trials but at a price...

I survived the witch trials because I confessed, and then I told on a nice person that couldn’t have been a witch and she was executed in my place. It all started when I was sitting in the public house with everyone, when a girl a little younger than I looked directly into my eyes and lost it. She was running around the room screaming and flapping her arms crazily, and when she suddenly hit the floor everyone asked her who was tormenting her, who was beguiling her, hurting her. She looked at me with fear in her eyes and pointed straight at me but I knew I hadn’t done anything I couldn’t have I just looked at her. That’s when the accusations came people screaming but I couldn’t understand what they were saying till the confusion was gone and I realized what they were screaming “witch!” that’s when I knew I was in trouble. While I was locked in a cell I was confused the entire time cause all the jailor did was strap giant irons on my legs there weren’t even cell walls, looking hard into the darkness I saw other accused and cursed the name of the girl that had put me here. When I was being dragged into the court room I could feel the cold stares of every person in there scanning me up and down thinking of what to do to me for “torturing” the “poor” girl in the public house and I felt all there prying eyes as I was dragged to the front to be humiliated. In the begging I was scared but a couple of minutes of the questions I became annoyed and when they asked the biggest question of them all “are you a witch?” I thought long and hard and I realized what I had to do I said yes, but I already plotted a story and soon began blaming the nice old lady who lived close to me. I had said she was the reason I charmed the girl that she had forced me to do so, and I was let free for my lie and she was hung and killed because of my lies. A month after my lie I still couldn’t sleep, I could barely eat, and I had terrible nightmares, so I did what any guilty person thought of doing except I went I did it, I jumped, jumped from a cliff to end my suffering.

Semester 1 the Josh Smith story

In this class I have grown as a reader, but I still need to improve as a writer. In the next semester I plan to get better at what I’m not good at.
I have also increased the size of my vocabulary tremendously by the all the means of all the vocab we have learned.
I also learned how to connect life and other books together and what to look for when reading about a certain subject.