Roanoke Diary

August 9th
Colonists mistakenly kill friendly natives

Today mom and I went down to the river to wash some cloth. My best friend Pocahontas came with and helped too. Together we both raced bake to the village. When we passed the giant fire pit, we heard loud gun shots. I ran back to ma, to see her on her knees crying, huddled over pa. He was bleeding from his stomach. Later that day pa passed away with the other men that were shot in this surprise attack. Our whole tribe was furious, and in desperate need to find out who caused this horrific sight. Later that night, I found out that the colonists did this and were planning to get revenge!