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Charlie Stanley The Barlow RC High School
Hi, my name is Peter. I’m dead. I died during the Peterloo Massacre. But, I was not a protestor, I was simply looking for my Father.
While growing up, all I wanted to do was be like my Father. I looked up to him with everything he did, he was my idol. Little did I know, just how wrong I was… 16th August, 1819.
I don’t remember much of the day…. It seemed quite ordinary, my Dad seemed stressed, but he always was…he blamed it on his job. I woke up and briskly opened the curtains revealing St. Peter’s Square, however, something was different. People were gathering throughout the Square. I didn’t recognise any of them, I was confused. I walked down my stairs and I was instantly attacked by my Father’s angry screams.
I placed my ear to the door, I could only pick up a few words…”Scum,”… “What are they doing here?” I could also pick up another voice, one I had never heard before, it was a young voice, laced with fear and panic. I then heard the slam of a door, they had both left. This left me even more confused, my Dad never really went out, what was going on? Eventually I decided to go outside, by this point the Square was extremely full, hundreds of people surrounded me. I’d never seen anything like it. I was starting to worry, where had my Dad gotten to? I wandered around for a while, still clueless as to what was going on, by now all I could see was a sea of happy people, my nerves were calmer now, this crowd seemed harmless. I had also noticed that there were some men standing on a stage, it looked like they were about to talk.
