Personal Narrative Of St. Bartholomew's Massacre

The 24 of August, the day that would scar me forever this day was the St. Bartholomew’s massacre. At the beginning this was a day of joyful celebration, But it was actullay a day of great sorrow. I remember my father and mother went to the town square to celebrate with the neighbors and left me in our little apartment. But because our apartment was just a brisk walk away from town square I could see every thing that happened. About two hours into the celebration it happened. I remembered the first gun shot going off and then everyone being silende for about ten seconds like time itself just stopped. Then suddenly everyone was running aways in terror not knowing what was going on I left our apartment to see what had started the screaming herd of people. Then atop the hill that held the police buidling a man said “Do not allow a single person to escape, they must pay for the sins that they have caused toward the cathilic church.” there must have been aleast a hundred people with guns pointing at the people who not two mintues ago were celebrating. I was so confused thatI
The day was so calm and peaceful then out of know where the police that were roaming around shot someone I knew insandly that the same thing that happened two years is happening right in front of me agian. I quickly found a small alley and hide there. This was diffrent than the one two years ago the police force was smaller and not as effiective, so the people fighting back gained ground and eventulay took control but, not without several dozens casulaties. I have seen so many people die from these kind of religous stuggles.

epilgue - we came back to the little hut-like house my uncle owned where three police men were waiting at our door. my uncle went up to them and asked them what they wanted and they respond with " We have come to take your nehpew because he is a proatest." They just let the police take me away and kill me. Just because I wasn't