Childhood

by Blackwell-Triplets

This is the Journal, written by a boy in a forgotten village in England. It tells of the attempted suiside of this forsaken boy branded as an outcast. The only people who love him are dead.

6. Chapter 6

April 14, 1601

Beginning the sixteenth century was supposed to be the end of the world because the number sixteen is always supposed to be unlucky. Well, it isn't, but it may as well have been. I wouldn't mind the world ending right now. I still have my mother to take care of, so my conscience says, but what love has she shown me in these past six years? I am not quite sure what it is that makes me so…how did Grandma put it? Depressing. I am trying to be a good boy, I don't know what effect it will have, and I am trying to ignore all my thoughts save the one tiny hope that people think that the world will get better some day. Sometimes I really think that I am the wizard that they all say I am. Didn't I mention that? I can do weird things. It scares some people in the village; I guess that is part of the reason that I never go outside. The other boys don't like me.

As for the end of the world, the Christians in this small town were all saying that their God was going to come back when the year 1200 came. But it is 1201 and all those Christians are still walking the face of this earth.