To see through my own eyes and truth~ "How do you think they must
have felt? You are to write an essay about that for homework."
Callum groaned. "Boring!" he says hardly. I on the other hand
disagreed. Intresting. I raise my hand wagging it like an
enthusiatoc dog, wagging it's tail, when it gets a special doggy
"Sir." I say impatiently.
"Yes?" He answers. "How am I suppose to know, if I was not
there? Some people must of had different opinons." He sighs, then
laughs. "Fine... Create a person." "But that would be inaccurate "
I protest. "History is based from opinion and fact. Not everything
can be certain, like who Jack the Ripper was, or how many people he
killed for certain, but they can still tell us what happened. Think
about it. History. His-story." sir goes off. It starts to nag me.
Maybe, not everything is true, and wouldn't it be awesome to see it
through your own eyes, instead of being told something? Might I
add, Jack the ripper was a serial killer, who killed women in alley
ways, for eight weeks in the 1800's.
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