NED KELLY
By Miranda Dyskin
Hello! You are the diary I stole from a pretty young women on the carriage who was probably coming home from the goldfields. Anyway I’m gonna write about myself. My name is Ned Kelly and I was the son of Irish settlers. I am a bushranger. I was wealthy as a kid but when I was a teenager I started stealing horses and dodging police. I took to the bush to escape from arrest with the help of my brother, Dan Kelly and two friends, Joe Bryne and Steve Hart we soon became the Kelly gang. We were not a violent group but prepared to kill rather than be captured. We shot two police in 1878 and a 2000 reward put on our heads. Unlike other bushrangers we chose (most of the time) banks, hotels and rich property owners as our targets. I remember the government sent a traitor who pretended to be a bushranger like us but we soon found out that he was an imposter and shot him dead. We road into Glenrowen and captured a towns hotel. I remember I wore my famous amour made out of scrap metal. I’m writing in the hotel now. Oh hallo. Police are coming. I better tell my gang to get ready for the fight. I'll be back. LATER The Gun fight didn’t turn out how I expected my bro and Steve were buried alive and Joe got seriously wounded. The police are here it will be lucky if I survive. LATER I’m in jail. The police finally caught me. I am badly injured from the fight. I’m am going to get executed soon. Good Bye diary.