Title

George (1866-1890)

Abstract

My name is George. I was born in 1866 in the country of Norway. I was ripped from my home at a young age. I was abandoned with no family or caretaker. When I became an adult, I had to find work and so I worked as a farmhand for shelter and a little money. I had many friends and did not always make good decisions. My best friend was Michael. I cannot recall what exactly happened that day, but something was off. A simple quarrel that was once forgiven and forgotten. But Michael and I had been drinking and we got into an argument again and I died on July 21,1890.

It would take months for the trial, and they decided in less than an hour my murderer was not guilty, but rather, it was self-defense. I had no family in America and did not have any money saved for a proper burial, so I was buried in the county poor farm cemetery. I did not receive justice in life and now have no peace or justice in death, due to the poor farm cemetery being desecrated in the name of progress. I was a struggling young man, still had more life to live, and should not be forgotten.

Note

Fictive Narrative

Date

November 6, 2025

Creator

Cordarrell, a sophomore high school student