Journal Entry #6

                  Woah. I finally found my journal (not a diary)!!! In celebration, I'll right down all the stuff that has happened. First, now I have a beard, and second, I'm now a, "loyalist." It was all because the high ups that I was staying with weren't being smart. They've doing all these things that the  thirteen colonies thought was ruining their economy. When the high ups gave Ohio Valley which they wanted for decades to France, it was something like "the last straw." The thirteen colonies had war with us, we lost, we got kicked out... blah, blah, blah. I bet if I helped fight the high ups, they would've won. But no way I'm helping them until I can find mama and get rid of this stupid accent that is making my mouth hurt. Well, we got kicked out and so on... Then this other thing called the American Revolution happened, and they put war on us, and we lost, so we got kicked out AGAIN. So now we were moving north... and somehow, we ended up in... Nova Scotia. I wish we went to Quebec instead. Some of the other loyalist that I knew moved to Quebec, but the no longer high ups wouldn't let me go (I'm going to keep on calling them high ups because it's fun). So now, I'm in Nova Scotia. I think I saw mama, but I'm not sure. I'm going to try and look for her again in the following week.

-Pierre

Journal Entry #5

               While I was staying at the fort, I suppose I let my guard down. When I woke up this morning, I found out that I was brought to the high ups in Britain. It turns out that some of those filthy British found me sleeping in their fort and brought me to the high ups. Oh well, thanks to my wonderful British accent (I never knew I had such a talent), the high ups thought that I was just a poor orphan boy that got lost. The bad part is, the British high ups took a liking to me, and they decided to keep me with them, since I was an orphan (apparently), and another bad part is that I have to keep on talking in this stupid British accent. While staying here, I found out some useful info. Apparently the British people had made a royal proclamation about two months ago, and it was made in order to organize the North American territories that had been gained by Britain in the Treaty of Paris. But its SO obvious that the British made it just so that they were scared of the first nations, and they didn't want to have the first nations running at them with pitchforks because they were on their land. Well, now I'm going to look for mama. Hopefully she's somewhere around here. I would like to ask the high ups that I stay with, but I have a feeling that if I do, they're become suspicious, and they'll kick me out (this would be really bad, since they've been giving me good food and nice clothes).

-Pierre

Journal Entry #4

                  ARGH!!! I can't believe what has happened. It's just so... ARGH. When they saw that winter was coming, the First Nations abandoned the forts and went to the wintering grounds. They stole the British forts, and then they just abandon it because it's winter!!! I'm disappointed in the First Nations. I thought that finally I might have had a chance to go against the British with the First Nations at my side, and BAM!!! Just like that, they betray me. I'm so mad right now. But  I just decided that there's no way I'm going to stay with the First Nations after what happened. I'm just going to stay at this fort and plan my next move to find mama. But... it's so lonely here...

-Pierre

Journal Entry #3

                   As I was living with the First Nations, I realized that my fellow first nations didn't like the new British rulers. They thought that the British were treating them disrespectfully. This I'm fine with, since I'll never forget that the fact that I'm not home with mama is because of them. But, the British has crossed the final line. They started to send settlers to settle in the land of the First Nations. Our leader, Pontiac saw this as an insult, and decided to go and steal some of the British forts. I'm going too. I hope this turns out to be exciting. 

-Pierre

Journal Entry #2

                 Something terrible has happened. Me and pretty much everybody else went against Britain because we didn't want to learn British (like who would?). In the end, Britain realized that there was no point in fighting us AGAIN, so they decided to leave us alone. I was so overjoyed about this news that I ran home. But the moment I got there, I couldn't believe what had happened. In front of me was my home... or more like what was left of it. There was a pile of ashes on the ground, and though I didn't want to believe it, somehow I knew that it was my home. I asked the people who lived around there what happened. They told me that some of the British people who were outraged at the fact that we wouldn't give up our land and become part of the British had come with guns, and they took all the members of my family and burned down our house. For some reason, I wasn't surprised. But now I don't have a home, I don't know where my family is, and I don't know what to do. Many people offered to let me live in their homes, but I don't like owing people favours. So, thinking that I had no choice left, I went to join the first nations called the Odawa first nations. But life in here is very difficult. Though everyone is very friendly, their way of a living is very difficult. I miss my family. I wish mama was here.

-Pierre

Journal Entry #1

                   The war is finally over. But I'm not happy. That's because we lost the war. I can't believe it. I fought for 7 years just for my country, and now that we lost, Britain's just telling us to get out of what is now their land. One thing I know is that Britain may have won, but they're not going to take away my pride. Even if I die, I'm going to go against Britain and protect all those who have settled in New France. There's no way that the British are going to take away the land that with all my people's efforts in it. I'm going to prove that New France has not yet fallen. For the good of New France, I'm going to fight to the end. 

-Pierre