*So i wanted to try a new kind of story on here. I know its weird. But I wanna try a bigamy meets amish story. Since no one really writed those. SO hope you like it. No offense to anyone! thanks*
Dear diary,
Oh how I wish i could escape this prison. Tommorow I will be told who i am to marry. He probably already has atleast one wife already. The problem is im only seven. This is what happens in my town , the men are bigamists and everyone is amish. We like our little quiet town but its so lonely. Oh and a new law went into affect, we have to have atleast 15 children by the time we are 21 or else we get put in prison. i don't want that. Half the stuff im supposed to do i dont even know. I am just in the 2nd grade and now will be pulled from my school. I am gonna be the most stupidest child ever. THe youngest you can wed here is 6. But the oldest can not get called upon until they are 15 which means they have 6 years to produce 15 children. But if you are over 18 this law does not affect you so you can have as many as you want. I lust that i was 18. Things would be different. Such as more choices and not so many rules. rules. rules. rules.
I gotta go my momma is calling me to dinner.
Dear diary,
Supper was a complete disaster. Here's what happened.
I had just sat down when my momma poked her head in.
"Go get you're 3 step-moms and the other chilren."
I obeyed. Like you have to or you are to be beaten. I had 4 moms and 25 other siblings all from the same dad. We were quit a family. I got to the first house marked #4. Mother Clarabell poked her head out when she saw me coming.
"We will be there in a minutes dear." She smiled at me. She was the second nicest other than my mom. So then I went to house marked #2. Mother Iza opened the door. She had a very happy look on her face.
"How are you dear?"
" Good, mama said for ya'll to come to dinner."
"Okay. We will be over shortly. Please let me get the chilren ready."
"Ok."
Now the final house, the one I dreaded. House marked #1. This is where the two bratty kids lived. They were spoiled and evil. They were mother Gina's kids. Gina was the most meanest mother you could ever meet. I would anticipate the day of her death. I hated her so much. So I get to the door and knock very loud because i swear she is going deaf. I hear feet walking toward the door in an angry manner. The door squeeked open and there standing before me was mother gina.
"What do you want you nasty child."
"Mama..."I gulped. I mumbled.
"Speak up child."
"Mama said to get you and your kids for dinner at our house."
All of a sudden i was yanked inside.
"You disgusting child. You are trash."
She slapped me hard across the face.
"Tell your ma we are gonna have dinner by ourselves tonight."
I ran all the way back to our house with tears streaming down my face. I threw open the door, Mama ran right over to me.
"Why do you have a slap mark across your cheek child?"
"Gi- Gi- ."
"GINA! i am so sick of her. She needs a lesson taught. That woman. Child go eat with everyone else imma go talk with father."
I walk overe to the long table and join everyone else. Everyone stares at me. At my new scar. No one says a thing. No one smiles. They al knew what had happened.
I ate my dinner in silence but got so upset I ran to my room and decided to write it down.
*So did you like it? No offense to anyone.! I really really wanted to do another genre. I seen none on here. So keep a look out for chapter two!*