Descriptive Essay On Joan Of Arc

Jeanette d’Arc (Joan of Arc) Joan of Arc, also known as Jeanette d’Arc, was born in Domremy, France in the year 1412. So long ago that the things she succeeded in were incredible. She was a typical rebellious peasant until she ran away to join the army. Disguised as a man, the French Army suspiciously allowed her to command the army. Joan led a series of strategic victories that were used more than centuries later. Once the English got hold of Joan, they burnt her to stake of crimes such as dressing as a non legal man. Then, she was only 19 years old. Nearly 500 years later, Joan was then canonized as a saint. it was hot enough to melt my brain. I feel my eyes flutter open. I shut them back closed. No use ,I open my eyes and shift my

John looks at me and rolls his eyes.
“Perfect dream. Slash nightmare. Great job.” He scratches the back of his neck, and I’m sorry to say, looked cute while his gaze fluttered to the ground.
“So who’s getting the dream?” I ask , trying to break the ice. We had only met a month ago, and we were really good friends. Ish.
“The lucky winner’s a ten year old girl in Africa. It is a life changing event that causes her to move to America a year later.” He says. We walk until the awkward part.”I’ve got to go, see you around!” John scurries away. I blush as I move to the changing room to get out of this loose fitting dress. Why did he have to see me like this? No time to wait, I had more dreams to make come true, and even more to crush.
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I scream. This cannot be happening, I made sure this was going to work! I shouldn’t be up here, I had a blind darn date to go to! Unless this is my blind date. Mrs. Carsanlil looks at me.
“Well, darling are you going to sing?” She asks, with a bitter smirk. I look at the crowd, Alya grins at me. I glare at her. Well, are ya? She mouths. I look down at my red dress and grin. I’ll give them a show to