Personal Narrative On The Crucible

I must be Guilty
It was a dark, cold night in the town of Salem, just like the town itself; dark and cold. I often heard about older women who walked around shaking and mumbling words to themselves, being accused of being witches. I think it is a terrible thing. My mother tells me they are just sick. If getting sick means you are a witch then I hope I never get sick. But tonight, I am risking my health, to hang out with my friends. For months now we have been planning to have a fire in the woods. The woods is a good mile outside of town. Despite the distance, we thought the woods would be a great spot for our fire so that we would not awaken anyone in the town.
During the fire, my friends and I talked about the witches. One of my friends

As service went on, I could see old man Johnson staring at some of the boys I saw last night that were trying to stomp out the fire. When Reverend Keel said the final blessing, he asked for the ones that follow God to pray for the wicked children who caused old man Johnson's barn to burn down. In the corner of my eye, I saw my mother turn her head and glare at me. The church was dismissed, and while I was walking out of the church, my friend Lilly pulled me aside. She told me that the group of girls had decided to lie, and say someone cursed us and sent us there to burn down the barn. She wanted me to go along with it to save my life, so I would not be

He asked me what I did Saturday night, was I one of the children on devil ground, was I dancing around the fire, praising the devil, and casting spells. Was it my idea to burn down the barn of old man Johnson? I simply said "no sir." Quickly his eyes got real big, and asked what I was doing on Saturday night then. I decided to tell him the truth, if you tell the truth, it will set you free. I told him how my group of friends and I had been planning the fire. We wanted it out and away from the town, so we would not disturb anyone. We did not plan on burning anything down, we simply started the fire for heat and light. I begged Reverend Keel to believe me, mother charged in saying she has seen me reading books. I kept shaking my head saying I only read God's scripture. Mother was only trying to save her daughter.
Reverend Keel never showed mercy, he asked me one final time if I have been casting spells on the town’s people, for the last and final time, I said no. I dared not to lie, which ended with me being sentenced to be hung the next morning. I was given a day to tell my family goodbye. My friends had heard I would not confess, some wanted to follow in my footsteps, but I convinced them should not. I told them to let the town’s people see their mistakes. They will figure out the truth sooner or