Personal Narrative Essay: Betty, Go Up To The Stand !

“Betty, go up to the stand.”
I was startled back to reality by John, who was looking over at me, waiting for me to get up. I hesitated, but once I realized what was happening, I started to use my youth to my advantage. On the way to the stand, I started to make myself cry. I knew that me crying would persuade everyone to believe me. “This witch,” I exclaimed. “has been tormenting me and Abigail. We can’t do anything without her making us lash out. I have been going against what my parents tell me to do. I have screamed every time I hear the ‘Our Father’ prayer. I even threw a Bible during prayer time! I would never do these things if I had control over my own body, but Sarah has taken over. The Devil has told her to do this, and she listened. She turned

I would never hurt a child. I am completely against it.” Sarah stated, tears welling up in her eyes.
Sarah has always been a homeless lady, and she never found her way in the world. I could care less about her. That’s the reason I accused her. We would be better off without her and I’m sure most everyone is in favor of getting rid of her. All she has done for us is cause us to have beggars in our town. She has done nothing of worth, and her being a mean old hag doesn’t help her chances of surviving her trial. “So, you already know that Tituba has confessed to being a witch. She had mentioned a couple names in the Devil’s book. One of them was yours. What do you have to say about that?” John persisted.
Tituba had already thrown both Sarah Osborne and Sarah Good to the wolves earlier in the day, so people already had evidence against her. Tituba’s exact words were as follows; “The Devil came to me a few years ago and told me to sign his book. I signed it, but as I was signing I noticed nine names. I only remember two of them; Sarah Good and Sarah Osborne. We all rode on brooms together.”
“I have already told you, Hathorne! I am NOT a witch!” Sarah insisted, pleading with her every