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Today, something quite horribly interesting happened in our small town, Salem. After our forbidden, midnight dance with Tituba, Uncle Parris sneaked up upon us in woods making all us girls scatter like a swift breeze blew leaves.
She screamed and hollered like nothing we have ever heard before about how she couldn't move, not even an inch! We were returned to our dark dwelling space where small lanterns were lit on nightstands and hung on walls. Uncle Parris' face was nothing like I had ever seen before.
His face glowed bright red in the dim, lantern light. Uncle Parris yelled and screamed profanities at us, but Betty just lay limp in his arms. And all through the day, she just lay as pale as the dead on her sheets.
A shift wind blew peeling back the white curtains that hid the crowds of people below. And as I looked towards Betty's still figure, I knew I had to wake her.
The humanity and integrity of this family depended on it. For you see, Diary, if word got around that our family was bewitched, I could be hanged! If I were to be condemned, I could then never belong to John Proctor, his faith in me would be completely dissolved. So, Diary, I threw myself over the white sheets and shook Betty until her head flew back and forth.
I screamed her name and yelled threats at her to wake up. For a split second, her blue eyes opened before and time stood still.
We stared at each other in utter shock then I proceeded to tell her what needed to be done. If she disclosed the events of what took place last night, all of us, including herself would be condemned as witches and would surely hang.
But Betty spoke with clear clarity and tried to leap out the window and fly! Fly for goodness sake! What would possess her to believe that she could fly to heaven. I smacked her down and she fell unconscious to the splintery floor. Uncle Parris came flying up the stairs at the sight of Betty's dangling leg.
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