Natalie Drewson, age 17, 1658
The young girl strode out of the woods with the stable boy, whom had been called "undesirable" and "a social outcast" by her parents. The girl, Natalie, could care less about what her parents told her. They had plenty of money, but did that make them the rulers of her life? Thousands of teenagers will tell themselves things sadly close to that, now to the end of this Earth. She believed that she was in love with this ratty little child. As they walked out onto the frozen pond, Natalie wondered if the pond was frozen enough to hold them both, but her thoughts were soon averted as the young boy kissed her for the first time. The outrageous joy and pleasure that filled her were short-lived, though. Right as Natalie was stepping towards him, the ice gave a loud moan and bonelike cracks started sprouting around them both. The boy started running off the ice, gripping Natalie's hand, but she was wearing multiple layers of gowns and coats, meant to keep her warm, that were restricting her leg movement. As she started to fall behind, the ice started to shake, more violently now, and the boy let go, more protective of his own puny life that he would not save his so called "true love". As Natalie realized this herself, she was filled with anger and resentment towards the child and failed to notice the fissures in the ice forming around her, separating her from the rest of the pond and from the rest of the mortal world forever. She plunged into the frigid water, the ice already filling the small gap in the ice she fell through, diminishing all hope of freedom. Weighed down by now meaningless rare and expensive fabrics, she began to sink down further into the unforgiving, frozen, blue wasteland that was about to become her final resting place.
Time of Death: 4:29 P.M.