Hi! This is my first try at an OC, so please flame/Tell me how awful it may be. :3
20 May 1965
My name is Brigitte Durand. I am the daughter of Joseph and Madeleine Durand. We are from the French countryside. But, no more. We are going to some place called America, mother and father have heard faint whispers of something called "etait", I know not what it means. But it sounds bad. Father decided to bring us over to America in fear of this "etait". It was both difficult and not for me to leave my home country, you see I've never had true friends; I always had a nanny to teach me, and never attended boarding school. Therefore, I had no true friends to say farewell to, but having spent nearly a week on this boat going to a new place is less than appealing to me. Father says we will no longer have a nanny nor will we be as wealthy as we were in France, much of our wealth had to be put toward boarding passes for the boat, and the passeport. It saddens and intrigues me, a new life. Father says we will soon be in America, less than two days. He calls me for dinner now. Adieu pour aujourd'hui, mon ami!
22 May 1965
I write this from a motor car, which will be taking us to our new home. This America is so strange, I long for France, for normality. When our boat neared the main land, there was a woman, I swear… The woman was shaped out of green rock! It was so strange, and frightening! We landed on a small land, and were taken into a building; they separated Mama and Father from me, I almost wept as they took me into another room. The room was dark and cold, other children were in the room also, although none dressed the way I did, I wore a navy skirt down to my knees, and a blouse that was tucked in at the waist, it was the same thing I wore practically every day of my life! As did Mama and Mama's friends, these people were so strange, one boy wore a circular hat on his head, and one girls' hair was fair and long in two braids, such strange happenings. A nurse finally came to me, and took me into another room.
"Do you speak English?" She asked, dully, her voice carrying a slight accent.
"A little." I responded.
"French, lovely, do you have your papers?" She questioned, I handed over the papers I had. "Brigitte, a lovely name, your papers seem to be in order. Welcome to America." I was lead out to the large room where I had began.
Mama and Father were there, I ran to them and hugged them. And then we followed a large group of people outside, and there I saw buildings larger than I had ever seen. We boarded a boat which took us to the large buildings. I watched wide eyed and began speaking to Father in French, much to his displeasure. When we got off the boat, I saw that America was much different than any other place I had been. And my heart panged for home. But, Father soon ushered me and Mama into a motor car. Here we have been since, Father says we are going to somewhere called "Tulsa". I wonder where our clothes will come from. We each only have one bag, with strictly clothing. But even so, the clothes will last no longer than a month.
The sun is falling past the sky now, dear friend, and that means that it is time for me to rest my tired eyes. Adieu pour aujourd'hui, mon ami!
27 May 1965
I have arrived in this place they call Tulsa, and it is beyond warm, I do not know the word in English for it, but the French word is "chaud". As we entered the town we passed very large houses, very nice house. And then we passed, less nice houses. We live in a house that is in between the two types of houses. The house has a room for me, a room for Mama and Father, a room for social, a room for cooking, a room for eating, and a room for relieving our bladder. Today is Saturday, tomorrow Mama, Father and I will go to church. Father says Monday I will go to ecole for the first time in my life! I will be in the "High School". I'm not sure what that means, but I am excited none the less.
28 May 1965
We attended Sunday service today, just as the good lord says to do. I still marveled at the different clothings people wore. I never once ever thought about what I should wear, as my outfits are all the same, and chosen by Mama or nanny. But these people must not sleep deciding what they wear! I sang in English for the first time, and then we sat for service. But in the middle of the service, a loud bang was heard at the back of the room! We all turned to see five boys being loud, and then one had the gall to wave! They disturb the Sabbath and then wave! Oh the Americans!
When we arrived home Father called me into his study, and said these words, much to my shock in French, I will try in translate it:
"My daughter, Brigitte, for so long I have sheltered you in my home. For so long you have lacked society outside of our small world in France and now my darling, you are being forced to see the world for what it is. I have trained you right in the Lord; I expect your choices and path will be straight. But, if I find the path to curve along the way, I will not hesitate to use the rod on you. Not out of hatred but out of love my darling, only love."
He then kissed my forehead and dismissed me. I know not what would curve my path, but I pray I never find it.
There are some grammar mistakes to make the story seem realistic, along with French words.