By Ryan Quinto
This Is the Prequel to the book “The Scarlet Letter” that I wrote. This isn’t the wholething, because the whole thing is really long and I don’t want to type it out over again.This was the first project I’ve ever gotten a “100 Percent” on so I hope you enjoy what I have of it.
“Hester, What have you done?” I asked myself, watching my good friend Hester Prynne ascending upon the scaffold. As she was on the fourth step, I began to recollect the moments we had together. I remember it like it was yesterday, we were talking about her career in sewing, she said that she wished to be the best seamstress in the colony. I guess she finally got to show her skills when she finished her scarlet letter, the beautiful red emblem, which she sewed while she was still in jail. I feel so terrible, just watching my friend ascending upon the scaffold, I feel as if I could have stopped this from happening. I, somehow, knew that this was going to happen sooner or later, I tried to tell her that her husband would be coming soon, but I guess her humanly urges got the best of her.
I remember meeting Hester quite fondly. I was looking at the fruits at the fruit stand, and she approached me asking me “How do you know if the fruit is ripe?” and from there our friendship had begun. Everyday, we went for an early morning run, watching the sun slowly rise we would sit on a large log lying before the edge of the cliff that she lived by. We talked about things we used to do, like rolling down hills and playing leapfrog. We talked about the techniques we used to win in all the games we played, even though we both knew we weren’t very athletic. Then one day she told me that she missed her husband, and where he was at the time, how he was a smart man much older than she. I wondered, why did she marry a man much older than she was, in my eyes, she was a beautiful woman who could get any man she wanted. Then she told me about how she grew up before meeting her husband, she said she lived in extreme poverty with her abusive father and young mother. She told me how hard it was for her to get past their deaths, but then she met her husband …….
Sorry I had to cut it short but it’s really a lot to write, but eventually I will finish typing it… ummm……… go check out another page
