My name is Olivera Whitman and I was born 14 years ago in New France. New France was located were New York city used to be about 250 years ago now it’s well… I don’t really know what you would call it is a place where all the worlds amazing technology was absent. We had electricity but no computers or phones we also had pumping water not running, some of the rich people had cars but they were models from around 1920 the rest of us had horse and carriage bike or our shoes. It was a mix of the 1900s all the way to the 1970s but mostly the 20s. 5 years after I knew the world my sister was born and was named Vivian. 3 weeks after that my father was killed in a fire at the factory he worked at. Now we don’t have much money as my mother is a woman so apparently, she “can’t work”. outside New France women worked just as much as men but not here, but we got along, okay. I didn’t look like my mother one bit with her short brown hair and tiny eyes and mouth, I had long red hair, big green eyes and freckles as did my sister, it wasn’t common to have long hair most women had it very short in the city. All and all my life was definitely not what I wanted but I had Viv, and soon the Quitradon so it was ok.