There is only 4 acts to this play, so there will only be 4 entries. They are short, but they are in character. This is how they speak in the play, so don't say I have bad grammar.
A group of girls were caught dancing in the forest, which is forbidden in Salem. This is a very Christian, which believes in witchcraft. They were there because of the minister's slave, Tituba, who is from Barbados. Parris, the minister, followed the girls that night and claims he saw a potion with a frog in it and somebody naked in their dancing. He comes out a surprises the girls and Betty, her cousin, faints and hasn't waken since. When she is awake, she tries to fly and almost jumps out the window. Abigail believes that she faking that she was bewitched. Everyone starts blaming each other and calling each other witches. Set in 1697.
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April 16, 1692
Dear Diary,
That little Betty! She best not be fakin' it to not be punished. If she be fakin' it, she shall wake up to tell the truth and I be whipped and punished!
The village's talkin' 'bout witchcraft and it be all 'cause of Tituba. That little slave shan't see daylight with that story of no witchcraft, but it be my fault that she be in this.
She loves us, she'd not be out hurtin' us, just teachin' us a bit of Barbados. Tituba told us of her stories in Barbados of dancin' barefoot on the grass, of singin', and feastin'. We were all interest to the slaves stories and wished that we too could dance around a fire.
The forest were forbidden, but god must have once allowed it for there once were no houses. Circle dancin', burnin' fire, cookin' broth, drinkin' blood, it had made me forget about the rules.
That John Proctor, he be called a liar. He once promised to leave Goody Proctor, his wife. He had taken me from my slumber and took away to somewhere. He put knowledge in my heart and I told him so. He came to town to see the trouble, but I say he can't stay away. I shall find some night to sneak to him, since he will be in town. I hope god forgives these thoughts, but I think this is a sign, he must think we are meant to be. He loves me I know it, he shan't lie to me. I will see what he does.
Love,
Abigail
(Act Two.)