Hello fanfictioners! This is my first fan fiction and it doesn't have anything to do with any book or show or anything... Pretty much this is a huge project for my social studies class. It is a bunch of journal entries of a person who is directly in the path of Sherman's march to the sea. This is just the 1st 3 journal entries, not the whole thing! I only have a couple written now... WARNING! THE 1ST CHAPTER IS NOT AS GOOD AS OTHER ONES! YOU NEED TO KNOW THIS INFO FOR LATER CHAPTERS! I was hoping that I could get some advice on this! Pleeeeeeeeease review or PM me with advice! I want a good grade! (and to entertain you all)

September 1, 1864

Hello, my name is Sarah. You are my fathers gift to me for my 16th birthday. I turned 16 today. My father will soon marry me off to some rich plantation owner just like him. Not that I am complaining, but I would like to see some more of the world before I settle down. Of course with the war going on and so many of the men and boys away, I will probably have more time.

In any case, I had an admirable day, my freind Emily, a slave girl a bit younger than I am, snuck away to have a picnic dinner near the field with me. Our friendship is a secret because my mother is not comfortable with me talking to the slaves, much less becoming friends with them.

Eventually I went back home and had a second dinner and cake with my family and eventually opened my single present, You! Usually Griswoldsville Georgia is horrid and dull, but today was spectacular! I must leave you now, my mother is calling me for supper. Until next time, my beloved journal.

-Sarah

September 3, 1864

A man ran into town today. He claimed that the Yankee troops have captured Atlanta and are now planning to destroy the South. Father says that they will never reach Griswoldsvill, I however am not so sure.

I have seen many a man come home with no arm or leg, many a man come home in a coffin, and many a man not come home at all. I have always had pride in my country but I cannot see how people take for granted that we will win this war.

-Sarah

October 6, 1864

I am horribly afraid today. My 14 year old brother. Fourteen. Is missing. My mother is in denial, but we all know where he went. He joined the confederate army! The most horrid part is that he doesn't agree with the southern ideas. He left to be rid of my father.

I am the only one who knows the truth. He came to me last night. He told me that he was not joining the confederacy, but the union! I did not argue because in a way, I understand his point of view. Not believing in the south and hating the ideas of my father. If I were a boy, that is what I would do. I only hope that he is not killed by his fellow countrymen.

-Sarah

Pleeeeeeeeease r+r! I need help with anything from grammar to small detail help! Please! The chapters get better as they go along. Promise!

-toe walker