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Hannah Quigley
The Barlow RC High School
Peterloo Massacre
All I can hear is deafening cries, people screaming and saying their goodbyes.
There are bodies lay all over the floor and suddenly I hear the sound of a slammed door, a voice shouts in my ear and goes to say, “Come on wake up, let’s start your day.” That night I had the most fearful dream, one that would make the strongest scream. I thought I would never have to see that again. Instead all I do is question when, when will I forget the things that took place that day?
Maybe there, things that could have gone a different way.
But here I am telling my story, despite it being evil and gory.
And I will stand up for what I think is right, because I know it was wrong what happened that night… I walk down the cobbled old road, laughing, chanting, singing a load.
My clothes may have been scruffy as always, but I didn’t mind.
Despite all the shouting we were still kind. The condition we lived and worked in were just unbearable, but we still carried on. As if our hearts were untearable.
