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 * //Name: Genevieve Thompson// **

** //Personality: Generous, kind, easily angered// **

** //Origin: London, England// **

** //Age: 22 years old// **

** //Family: Brother Donavan, Father John// **

** //Successful: Not Successful// **



//13th January 1852// I leaned over the edge of the boat that was taking us to a horrid place named Ballarat. We had come to Ballarat to seek our fortune. You see, a year ago, when the news of the gold rush reached our family in London, our family was not really interested, Our family was not interested because we were the richest family in London. Father, brother and I had come to Ballarat when our family was robbed and lost all our money. Father did not like to talk about the robbery because our money was not the only thing that we lost in the robbery, we had also lost mother in the robbery. I was sea sick and tired, not to mention hungry. How was I going to survive the next 3 months on this ship? I glanced up at the dark sky, splattered with bright stars and a shinning moon, and shivered again, and I was not the only one that was cold. The dinning bell rang, signalling for the ship to go and collect our small portions of food. The next 3 months were going to be absolute agony.

18th March 1852 Land! Finally, after 3 months on this terrible ship we finally found land! This was pobably worth more than the Gold itself.

19th March 1852 Yes, Yes, Yes, YES! Today Father and Donavan found their fist piece of gold, 9 ounces! It may may not make us nealy as rich as before, but it's still useful. I've been workin as a maid were I cook and clean. My family and I live in a tent and I still have not earned a single penny. Life was going to be harder than I thought.

13th April 1852 I am terrible bored, and there is not a single thing to do, So I thought that I could write another entry. We have been at Ballarat for a month now, father and brother have not really found much gold, only enough for food and a licence for my father. We were not rich enough for my 24 year old brother to have a licence. Every-day I sit and worry that my dear brother would not be coming home. I was terribly excited because because I had a new job now, I was a teacher. It was not a good job but it was better than cleaning and feeding scary miners.

14th April 1852 I sat in my very uncomfortable blancket that was my bed. My head was in my hands, my eyes read from all the crying. I missed home, I missed ENgland. I hated this muddy, cold place that starved us. I wanted to go home and rest in my soft feather bed, I wanted that horrible feeling of eating to much. I really hope father and brother made their fortune so that we can go home.

17th April 1852 Excitement ran through my veins. Exactely 11 minutes 9 seconds (not that I was counting) ago. The revalation reached me, Father had found 100 pounds of gold. I was so happy. I had just recieved a letter from the government. I really wanted to open it, however I was scared of what I would find. It might be that my brother was in jail. I tore the envelope open. It was a licence! Though life here was tough it also had its upsides, like the dances and all the sports that was held. I was of, off to find my fortune.

18th April 1852 Today was the forst day I was able to mine. I discovered, after I recieved my licence, that father was the one that had purcased my licence as a gift. I was starting with panning, simple but exciting.

20th April 1852 I was so jolly happy!

I sat down down on the sharp, edged jagged rock, gasping for air after all the digging for the precious gold. I leaned my head back and almost jumped with joy as I saw a slight shinning metal where I had dug. I called for father and Brother to help me dig the gold out.

Father walked into the room gracefully, a look of pride hooded his features. "451 ounces of gold, you found 451 ounces of gold, my daughter." Father, brother and I were all joyfull, we were rich again!

21st April 1852 (3.am) Father had invited everyone to celebrate with us last night. Everyone had shown up, everyone had a great time. Then disaster struck, when we had returned home brother had found a very shocking revalation. The words clung to my mind, inerasable. "IM SORRY SISTER, BUT THE NUGGET WAS STOLEN" The words sang to me again. Dread filled me, sinking to my stomach like a rock. We had been robbed of all our money, again.

18th April 1852 I sat on a big rock, sobbing for our loss. the terrible ache in my heart overpowered the dreadful hunger caused from lack of food. the last time brother and I had eaten anything since we had recieved some chicken from friends, we ate some and saved some for the next day... the chicken was rotted and uneatable. Our 'friends' were so mad at us that they just about murdered us, never to be seen again. I continued to sob on the cold rock, all chances of becoming rich washed away. Why? Father was dead.

11th May 1853 Brother and I still anguised over fathers death. It was not the easiet thing to get over the death both parents. After a week of mourning fathers death, brother and I had to resume mining. We have not yet found the theif who stole our fortune, we only had barely enough money for food for food. Brother and I longed to discover our fortune and return home.

We both longed to return home, it may never even happen. We kept hoping...