there was i standing there and there was a big group of people standing and saying things like "the english are dumb" and "they treated the frech better than us" and worsed of all they said " dont care about us and that is why they let us  fend for our sevles".

 but the thing was that me and my family thought that the british were very nice to use because my dad was a very rich man he was also very good friends with the British king so he gets to go for free and not pay tax. 

the rebellion said that we were the enemy and made use leave and if we did not leave they would kill us. they were not kidding because they had knives and scythe's. so we got out our horses and our waggon and loaded our stuff on to our waggon and we just left. i felt the watery liquid filling my eyes and i just let it all go and i started to weep and then my mother started to cry and we were devastated. 

my father never like that house. he said " the house was way to big any way". on our way to nova scotia we had to stop at the first house. the nice people lived alone and they were french and did not believe in the united states or some thing like that. the next day i wake up on the waggon with my mom next to me and it turns out we are not going to nova scotia. we are going to Quebec.