Dear Journal,

I apologize for writing on your precious white pages so soon, but I feel the urge to explain why these words are so educated. You see, when my dad was still alive, he was merchant and we made a little more money. My mother, who wanted someone in the family to be educated, paid a highly-educated teacher to teach me to read, write, add, the basic things. This cost our family so much, that after his death, I promised to make the most of this privilage. Out of my family, including my two sisters and younger brother, I am the only one who is educated. My dear sister, Genevieve, who is only but a year younger than me, wants to learn so badly. I promised to teach her how to read and write, though most frown upon a woman learning, even if this is the 19th century. But hopefully, if I get a job working in the royal gardens, I'll be able to work my way up with the help of my education. Until tomorrow, by friend.

~Nathaniel

Dear Journal,

I'm writing this with Catty sleeping on my lap.  You'd think it'd make writing even more difficult than it already is, but I can't bring myself to push her small, wheezing body away.  I'll never get tired of her small voice telling me, "Nigh', Jijah."

Meanwhile, two of the Hensons and the Cooper baby are making enough noise to wake the queen in her palace.  It'll another sleepless night for me, looks like.

Today as I was sweeping a chim in a nice big house across the city I lost my grip round five feet from the hearth and fell below, tumbling the half-burnt logs onto the floor and taking the skin off my elbows too.  I threw my cap from the floor back to my head and tried to put the logs back in place best as possible when I heard footsteps behind me.

It was a girl, perhaps 14 or 15, all done up in her fancy dress.  I gaped at her for all about two seconds 'fore I remembered myself, tipped my cap politely and snatched myself and my brush back up the chim.  Mr. Walters snaps often about staying away from the clients.  Gosh but I hope that girl doesn't say anything about seeing me, else I'll have more bruises to show for it and no food for mama and the girls.

I can't help but wonder if that girl knows how lucky she is to have just that one clean dress of her own, let be all the rest of it.  

But why do I keep thinking of her?  It's not as if I'll see her ever again.

Catty is tossing now.  I s'pose I'd better find some way to lie down.

Yours, however small,

Eli

Dear Diary,

As the sun shined in my eyes, I awoke slowly. Why must I feel horrible everyday? When I woke up, I got sick. My  mother ran to me and grabbed my hair. She rubbed my back and tolld me to stay in bed for the day. But, I couldn't. I snuck out, like Juliet. I walked around town again with my brother. Sighing, I sat down at a park bench.

'Till later,

~Penelope

(( Only if you want, Tacos. xD It doesn't matter~))

Name- Genevieve Walters

Age- 15

Gender- Female

Personality- The exact opposite of her older brother, Nathaniel. She is a "spitfire", always speaking her mind, raising her voice and doing other unlady-like things.

Looks- Like her brother, golden, only it is straight and her eyes are a dark, stormy blue. Short, only 4'11", making her an ob
ject of teasing. She is thin and weak.

Status/Cla.ss ((Wealthy? Poor? Are you a peasant, or live in the royal palace? That kind of stuff.)) - Same as Nathaniel.

Dress ((Note, all the women wore dresses, but how they were would vary depening or your status/clas.s)) - Peasant dresses, plain colors, raggedy head scarfs, not as many layers

Dear Diary,

My name is Genevieve. These entries will not be long or com-pli-cated, I think I spelled that right, Nathaniel still has to teach me more about something called "grammar", whatever that is. Today was uneventful. Until some other day.

-Genevieve.

((The next day. ))

Dear Diary,

After a long day in the fields, me and Nat ((Nathaniel)) walked around. We talked to a girl sitting on a bench with some other guy. I might add to this another time, Nat tells me not to waste paper.

(( Here is my last post for tonight, it's Nathaniel's.))

Dear Journal,

My sister, Genevieve,  and I walked to the park after work today. We met a young lady, who looked sick and was sitting on a bench. After a few words, mostly a hello and a nice day, we headed home, my sister was to prepare dinner for the family tonight. I am writing this while sitting on my bed, by the moonlight. It's not much of a bad, more like a cot, but it's better than the floor, so I shan't complain. I never did learn the girl's name, but it is unlikely that I will met her again. Good night, journal.

~Nathaniel

Dear Diary,

My mind is reeling. Who was that boy at the park and who was the girl and the other girl with him. I am geussing that one was a sister, but from the way he was looking at the other girl, I am sure he had no clue who she was. I wonder if he even noticed me. No, probably not, I*m pretty, but because of my status, I tend not to get talked to. People seem fearful.

Why, diary, must boys be so wierd. Why can't they just like you for who you are. The stuck-up prince I am supposed to marry is more worried about the dowry, than he is about me. He keeps calling me an it. He kicked my cat today and told me I should shoot the horse I ride because he was too skiddish. I slapped him, which earned my whiping girl a beating, but I told her to run and I got whiped myself.

-Eleanor

Dear Journal,

Glory Be! The Lord Is Good! How our prayers have been answered! This morning, I readied myself for going to the palace. I chose my cleaniest, whitest shirt and cleanest black trousers to wear, for I would not want to be seen as a beggar, for that shan't help me get the job.

When I arrived at the palace, I had to state my business, then I was sent around back to the royal gardens. The sight was breathtaking. Rows and rows of lush, green crops, beautiful flower beds. The head gardner eyed me with disdain, but after we talked, he quizzed me on things such as how to properly stake a tomato, how to fertilize this and that and so on. His disdain slowly grew into a smile as I answered. At the end, he grinned and shook my head, telling me I had gotten the job and shall start first thing tomorrow morning, for it was early afternoon then. I broke into a smile and thanked him profusly, then whistled all the way home, thanking God and saying hello to everyone, even the nobles.

Until later this afternoon, farewell.

~Nathaniel

((Wow, this roleplay is so...different. I love it. Is it too late to join? c;

EDIT: Oh yeah,

BUBBLES? O:))