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January 23rd 1793

Dear Journal,

Our country of France is falling apart with the new governing body, the National Convention. The Jacobins, the members of a radical political organization, caused all disorders and chaoses taking place currently in France. I honestly do not understand why they would do such stupid actions and go against our traditions and the governing body of what it use to be before.

The National Conventions declared the king (Louis XVI) deposed, sentenced the king to death, and held series of wars with other nations for the past two years. Obviously, the Jacobins were the ones highly supporting this- abolishing the monarch in our government and making France a republic country. How dare they? These worthless peasants are crossing their limit of actions.

Once in a while, I take a walk along the street filled with peasants to observe what they’re up to. I usually disguise myself to an ordinary peasants while taking a walk there. Who knows what going to happen to me when they all know I’m a daughter of a noble? Anyways, as I was walking across the street, I saw groups of people entering down into the basement of a tiny building. Due to my overwhelming curiosity, I entered into the building along with the other peasants, but I tried to not mix in with them once I got inside.

As I lingered around the place, I realized that this was a meeting for the Jacobins in the village. The head of this meeting, Jacqueline Adelle Cartier, and the second head, Marie Louise, commenced the meeting with greetings and thank you’s for the people in the meeting. Surprisingly, their conference discussion was different from what I have thought it would of been. Though they had strongly supported the new government system of a republic, it seemed as if they were furious of the National Conventions for killing their king. This surprised me, because all this time, I thought that they were the ones fully supporting every actions the National Conventions take; however, that’s not what they said in the conference.

After listening to all those new information, I started to head towards the door when someone bumped into me. It was the second head of this meeting, Marie Louise! As soon I apologized to her for my carelessness, I left the building. When I stepped out of the building, something had caught my attention. Ms. Louise had looked at me as if I was familiar to her, but I just don’t recall where or when I’d seen her before.

Sincerely, Anne Boucher