6.09.00 Charlotte Rolling
Loughborough High School
Mrs. Young
Imagine you are Mary and write a series of journal entries, which recount your adventures during the course of the novel
November 1815
Well... here I am at my new home, Jamaica Inn. I have decided to keep a diary of my life here because I feel that this is the only way to express my feelings now that I am alone.
This morning whilst on the coach I was thinking about what this place would look like and what my uncle and aunt would think of me, and what I would think of them. It is not like anything I had imagined it to be.
On the way here the weather was quite dreadful. It was raining and very cold. To begin with I was looking forward to arriving at the Inn where I would be in from the rain and the cold, but passengers on the coach and the driver seemed to be astonished when I told them that that was where I was going. When I told them I was going to be staying at Jamaica Inn I felt as if they were trying to persuade me not to go. I was told that some people were afraid of the Inn and that coaches don't stop by there anymore. After hearing this I was a bit apprehensive about arriving at my new home. I couldn't really understand why people were afraid to come here. Now I know why.
When I first arrived here it was my Uncle Joss that greeted me first. He is a big man with a lean and hungry appearance that makes him look almost like a wolf. He isn't a very nice looking man and I think that was why I thought he was sinister. I was astonished when I saw my Aunt Patience. She has changed so much since I last saw her because I remember her as being a pretty and lively sort of woman but now all that prettiness and liveliness has vanished. Her face has fallen away and her skin is very stretched and she now appears to be a very nervous woman.
My Aunt is treated badly by my Uncle Joss. He orders her around and tells her what to do. Joss told me that I would have to help around the Inn and serve customers in the bar. I asked him why he lives in Jamaica Inn and how he became the landlord of it but he wouldn't tell me. I was told that if I wanted to know I would have to ask my Aunt. I found it strange that he wouldn't tell me why he lives here. He also told me that sometimes I may hear wheels, footsteps and voices on the road outside Jamaica Inn at night and that if I ever heard anything I was to stay in bed with my head under the blankets. I am quite intrigued after hearing this as I want to know why people would come here at night.
The room that I am sleeping in isn't very nice either. The walls are rough and un-papered and the floorboards are bare. I am using an up-turned box as a dressing table and the blankets on my bed feel damp.
I really wish that I was home in Helford now in the comfort of my own home, where it is warmer and the people around me are more friendly. I cannot leave my Aunt in this awful place and that is why I have decided not to escape.
Loughborough High School
Mrs. Young
Imagine you are Mary and write a series of journal entries, which recount your adventures during the course of the novel
November 1815
Well... here I am at my new home, Jamaica Inn. I have decided to keep a diary of my life here because I feel that this is the only way to express my feelings now that I am alone.
This morning whilst on the coach I was thinking about what this place would look like and what my uncle and aunt would think of me, and what I would think of them. It is not like anything I had imagined it to be.
On the way here the weather was quite dreadful. It was raining and very cold. To begin with I was looking forward to arriving at the Inn where I would be in from the rain and the cold, but passengers on the coach and the driver seemed to be astonished when I told them that that was where I was going. When I told them I was going to be staying at Jamaica Inn I felt as if they were trying to persuade me not to go. I was told that some people were afraid of the Inn and that coaches don't stop by there anymore. After hearing this I was a bit apprehensive about arriving at my new home. I couldn't really understand why people were afraid to come here. Now I know why.
When I first arrived here it was my Uncle Joss that greeted me first. He is a big man with a lean and hungry appearance that makes him look almost like a wolf. He isn't a very nice looking man and I think that was why I thought he was sinister. I was astonished when I saw my Aunt Patience. She has changed so much since I last saw her because I remember her as being a pretty and lively sort of woman but now all that prettiness and liveliness has vanished. Her face has fallen away and her skin is very stretched and she now appears to be a very nervous woman.
My Aunt is treated badly by my Uncle Joss. He orders her around and tells her what to do. Joss told me that I would have to help around the Inn and serve customers in the bar. I asked him why he lives in Jamaica Inn and how he became the landlord of it but he wouldn't tell me. I was told that if I wanted to know I would have to ask my Aunt. I found it strange that he wouldn't tell me why he lives here. He also told me that sometimes I may hear wheels, footsteps and voices on the road outside Jamaica Inn at night and that if I ever heard anything I was to stay in bed with my head under the blankets. I am quite intrigued after hearing this as I want to know why people would come here at night.
The room that I am sleeping in isn't very nice either. The walls are rough and un-papered and the floorboards are bare. I am using an up-turned box as a dressing table and the blankets on my bed feel damp.
I really wish that I was home in Helford now in the comfort of my own home, where it is warmer and the people around me are more friendly. I cannot leave my Aunt in this awful place and that is why I have decided not to escape.
