A ROSE

FOR EMILY

Patel,
Bhavin
PROJECT:

Create a journal from the

perspective of a missing voice.
This must be at least two pages
in length and be written in first
person (as if it is you speaking)
PD:narrative.
5th

09/16/15

Emilys Perspective Part 1:

The day I (Emily Grierson) died, the whole town had come to my funeral, a lot of them
mostly came to see the inside of my house. This is because I would not talk to people a lot and I
always used to be that mysterious person in my neighborhood. I live in a big house what looked
like a storehouse. I am the only one that lives on the street that lay beside my house. And the
only people I ever let in to my house were gardener, cook, and my manservant. I was living with
my dad and homer who people say that they are dead Around the time Sartoris said that no Negro
woman is to roam the streets without an apron my taxes were remitted. If I am correct it had
something to do with my father loaning money to the town so I believe this is repayment for that.
About a decade later that the mayors office had been handed over to a newer generation which
became really annoying/irritating. First they sent me tax notice even though I dont have to pay
them. So instead of saying anything I just let them sit there for something that wasnt going to
come.
Once a week passed I got a letter from th mayor about him sending a car for me because
he wanted to talk. Then I nicely replied that I dont leave my house as much. A little while after
that the Board of Alderman called for a special meeting. So when they came to my home to talk I
had my manservant Tobe kindly show them inside and when they tried to talk about me paying
taxes I utterly embarrassed them with defeat. After that argument (which I obviously had won) I
had Tobe show them the way out.

Emilys Perspective Part 2:

I vanquished them because they had no rights to come to my house to tell me what I
have to do. I know I dont have to pay taxes in Jefferson and they could ask Colonel Sartoris but
they dont want to. Tobe has been keeping me company since my fathers death and since people
believe my sweetheart went away. He told me that there were rumors about a smell that was
surrounding my house, but I didnt care because I know that there is no smell around my house.
On the next night I was very tired but I couldnt sleep so I lighted my room and went to sit on the
chair that was at my window.
Suddenly one day I met all the ladies at my door and when they offered condolences
because my father was death I told them that he wasnt death. All the ministers and the doctors
were trying to persuade me to let them dispose of my fathers body but I didnt because they kept
telling me he was dead and I know he isnt , I just dont believe them. Suddenly I broke down for
a long time, then I realized they had buried my father. The people didnt thought I was crazy
because they believed I had to do that since I had nothing left from my father except the house
because he drove away all the young men that once had an interest on me.

Emilys Perspective Part 3:

A while after my fathers death the town had construction workers come to pave the
sidewalks. A long with the workers that had come to the town there was a man named Homer
Barron that had caught my interest. He was quite a big man who seemed very popular with many
people. At first me and Homer went out to see each other on Sunday afternoons. After a while me
and Homer began to live together in my home. Then after a year or so I murdered Homer and
kept him with so we could be together forever..