They are dead. Forever. They will always be dead. My family is gone. I'm alone and hunted down for the guillotine. I will always be hated. Alright, let me get this straight. My name is Adalene. I don't have a last name, or at least I wouldn't know if I did. I am fourteen years old, and have been alone since I was six. My mother and father were sentenced for the guillotine and now I am hunted down. I must escape France to live, but I have no where to go. No family, no friends, no one. And I'm scared. That's right. I'm scared to death right now. All I want is help, but I can't get it. My head jerked up as I heard a banging on the door. "No, not now, not so soon." I stood up and staggered to the back of the one roomed cottage. I'm dead, gone for. My foot nudged something on the floor. It was a hook on a trapdoor. My way to safety. I lifted it up, as quite as possible, and stepped down the hidden staircase. I lit up a candle to see, and soon I reached the basement floor. Footsteps thumped above, and I knew that I was running out of time. Breathing heavily, I raced through the cluttered floor. The man started down the steps, I really should have closed the trap door. Up ahead there was light, natural light. It probably lead up stairs, towards the cobble stone streets. I needed to escape. Now.

How was that?

Dearest Diary and Friend, 

mother and father are still gone. It's late and I've tucked little Emmanual and Charlotte into their covers near the dying fire. Our flat is quiet as I write this. I look out the window time to time... The streets are dark but I can still see small bits of movement. I wish this war were over... If you can even call it a war. It's the same routine every day. I watch after the twins and keep house. When father comes home we eat a small dinner and when all of us are tucked snug in our beds they leave. They think I don't notice but my nights are sleepless. I feel that it's my duty to watch for them. I must draw the curtains now. The guards will soon start watching the streets to look for any straggelers or ralliers. I will pray for mother and father tonight. Please watch over them. Good Night dear book.

- Pauline  

@Princess P.: It's pretty much when... Hmm. I know like the overview of it but I can't explain it. Just google it. Should give you your answer.

Okay, this is my disguised name, so Elizabeth, please explain. What's the French Revolution?

It is cold and dark. Brigette is crying. She will not stop. Mother is comforting her, but to no avail. Mother looks tired. Tired of living here, tired of Brigette's constant crying, and tired of everything. I am, too. Catherine is too bewildered to speak. She sits on Mother's lap. I am afraid for her. Will she die? Will we all die? Father just sits on his stool and stares into the darkness. We have no concept of time. We do not know if it is night or day, morning or evening, breakfast time or suppertime. It seems like we have been in the cellar for a long time now, though we have no way of telling for sure. I hate this place! Why couldn't we have stayed in our warm, light house? But I dare not ask out loud for I know the answer that Mother would give. "We would have been killed up there!" she would have said. "You know that your father had been preaching against the revolution! You know that he had many enemies! You know that we are in the middle of the Reign of Terror! You know that many innocent people have been killed because of this revolution! That is why we had to go into hiding! That is why we must stay here until the danger is over! Do you hear me! Do you understand!" It would have taken a great amount of time to calm her down again. For that reason I do not ask again. For that very reason, I only wish that there was no revolution. That we could live peacefully together. That our country would become strong again. We do not know what lies in store for us. We only wait here in the darkness for the unknown. For what is to come.

@ Jay-- The French Revolution is where the people rebeled against their King and Queen(does Marie Antoinette ring a bell?) It was a very bloody time. I suggest that you look up 'Marie Antoinette' on Wiki. I hope this helped!

I love this time Period!!!

I almost did a project on Marie Antionette for school last year, and learned alot. She never actually said "Let them eat cake." That was an author making it up a century later. Also, no one ever told her how to rule a country, or that she was doing a bad job at all, until they threw her in prison.

Unfairness!!! :(

Anyway, Marie Antionette is one of my favorite historical figures, the other is Mary Stuart (Mary, Queen of Scots). Kinda ironic since they're related and were both beheaded.

Kinda sad too.

So, Yea! Just thought I'd share that! XD

~Kat~

Father is gone! I woke up a few hours ago to find Father missing. Mother was softly crying in the corner as to not wake Brigette and Catherine. I was afraid to ask where he was, but Mother read my mind as mothers often do.

"Jacques, come here," Mother beckoned to me. I crept near her. "Your father has gone out to find food for us." My heart leapt. I was alarmed.

"It's too dangerous up there!" I thought.

"No, Jacques. It was the only thing to do. We will all die without food. We need more food! Haven't you noticed that our supply is getting low?! Oh, but your father! What will we do? Pray for him, Jacques. Pray from the bottom of your heart!"

"Yes, Mother," I nodded soberly. "I will." She turned away and went back to her weeping. I crept back to my corner and tried not to cry.

When will Father come back? Will he return? These are the questions that fly around my head. Brigette and Catherine have not yet awaken, but I fear that they will be even more frightened without Father. I can only hope that Father is safe and will return soon.

Dearest Diary and Friend,

The twins are sleeping peacefully but they’re coughs breakinto the silence of our flat. I have wrapped them in  all I can find. Our wood is running out so I do not know howmuch longer I can go without leaving our flat. We need wood. Otherwise I can’tkeep them warm. My lids are heavy and I want to sleep. I feel so tired. Motherand Father are not here and I am starting to believe they won’t come back. Imust find food and water. We cannot go without these things much longer! Whatshall we do?! Shall we perish in this ugly place!?

--Pauline