Ok this is my history project. Keep in mind it's for 7'th grade and it's my first copy.

The Life and Times of Quintus
Quintus and his fellow missionaries were sitting outside their encampment, resting from a long hard day. “Quintus, how did you become a follower of Christ”? said a missionary. “Well, that’s quite a long complicated story my friend” replied Quintus. “We have all the time in the world” remarked a missionary. “If you really want to know, then get settled, we’ll be here for a while” said Quintus.
“It all started in Rome, when I was born into a damp, dark, smelly island. I was born 4 years after Augustus’s death or four years before the birth of Jesus Christ, our savior on the ides of Quintillis. That’s why I’m named Quintus. We ate nothing but bread and only ate meat on rare occasions so all of my family was very undernourished. Well, there were only four of us. My parents, Decimus and Gnaea. Then my brother Tiberius, I saw very little of him and never saw him again after he went off to war when I was four. I had no formal education but I was a clever boy. My parents then died of disease when I was nine or one year before the birth of Jesus Christ.
I was a total orphan. No family whatsoever. My shelter was an abandoned shack outside of the city and I got food from merchants who felt sorry for me. When I was fourteen a slave trader kidnapped me. He sold me for less then what a bale of wheat cost because I was so undernourished. I was sent to Sicily to work on a vineyard. It was easier lighter work than many of the other slaves had. I could not believe how their idols betrayed me. Virtually nothing out of the ordinary occurred during my time in slavery except for an occasional gruesome punishment to a slave. Ten years after the birth of our savior, I was freed because I was too clumsy. Thankfully my owner was merciful enough to let me be instead of killing me. By now I was twenty years old.
I went up to Rome to make a living. Pretty much anything I found I tried to sell. I more often bartered with customers than sold things. My hatred for the Roman pagan demons was growing as my life was still in turmoil. I was often sick and homeless with little to eat. Over the next years I wondered of other faiths in other gods and if there was one that I could be at peace with. Eventually I found a decent apartment and was living the life of an ordinary Roman. Now I had a well known shop and many friends. By now I was thirty-six and more agnostic and thought the gods must have taken a little pity on me. That was until my lover, Oppia, was killed in terrible fire that killed many others including several of my friends. Now I was in a horrible rage and I went out into the Forum and screamed out my hatred of the evil paganism.
I was seized by guards and brought into prison. Most other prisoners inside were poor and were eventually going to be executed. But because I was a friend of the emperor Tiberius’s friend he asked him not kill me. Tiberius was cruel and I was shocked and even almost thankful he didn’t execute me. Instead, I was banished to Syria, the furthest Eastern reaches of the Roman Empire. The trip was long and hot but I was given plenty of water. When we reached the destination, (a hill just south of the Osroene-Syria border), they left me for dead. I had turned thirty-eight on the trip and was quite fit because my work involved a lot of heavy lifting. My body was taking it very hard and I hadn’t drunk in two days until I saw tents. They were nomadic hunters and they gave me water and food. It was the most delicious food I had ever eaten. Despite the fact that I was starving it was what I imagine the evil pagan idols food to taste like.
They brought me to a city called Zeugma where there were many things I had never seen. Creatures roared and grimaced in cages which I suppose were what they would use to kill those poor souls in gladiatorial fights. I never went to gladiator games because I thought it was a horrible concept. The nomads were the kindest people I had ever met and although the language barrier was present they sounded very nice. They were only in the city to drop me off. While there I met a graceful man named Isaiah and he said he was a missionary. He told me about the man he followed and what he was trying to achieve. I was bewildered, what a strange concept, Jesus, God, Christianity? Then I told him what the gods of the Roman religion did to me and he showed me the light. He told me about Judaism and the Ten Commandments. Although it was Christianity he was telling me about, Judaism sounded like a beautiful religion as well. He was looking trying to convert people to Christianity.
We stayed in Zeugma for the next three years in a shared apartment and he taught me more about Christianity and I eventually became a missionary myself. In turn I applied my business skills and made a decent living for the two of us. After we converted many people we decided to go northwest to Asia Minor to find more to join our religion. We traveled to Constantinople and recruited many followers. Many of our converts had the same story in the way that I was treated horribly by my faith. By now I was forty-two and living in relative happiness. We heard news of the Romans crucifying Jesus and banning our faith so we had to leave the Roman Empire.
There was nowhere to go because we didn’t know of anywhere outside the empire. Isaiah, the five followers and I fled to Greece to hide in the forest. That, my friends is where the story ends and is currently being created.” “Quintus, I never realized how intricate your life was” said a follower. “Well, I suppose it is very complicated” replied Quintus. They were just getting by on water from a small creek and rabbit meat. “Do you hear that Isaiah”? asked Quintus. “Yes, it might be a rabbit. Go quickly it might be gone”. After twenty minutes Isaiah called out to Quintus and no one replied. Then they heard a yell and then saw bandits running from the brush and towards them. All of them were rounded up and forced to walk a long distance.
They were taken to a city called Athens. There they were separated and brought to a slave trade. Quintus screamed and yelled and his frustration frightened the nearby onlookers. He did not want to be in this situation again. Isaiah called out and said “My friend, God has a plan for all of us” and that calmed Quintus to a certain extent. Quintus was confused, he came through all this to find peace and only to end up in the same situation he started out in. The five followers were the first to be taken away to God knows where. Then Isaiah calmly walked up onto the platform to be sold to a buyer. He then nodded to Quintus as he was taken away. It was his turn. Never had he ever been more confused in his entire life.
Quintus was taken by a wealthy, heavy, bald man by the name of Manius Agelastus. He took him to a horse drawn cart and brought him inside. There, Manius said his greetings. Quintus did not reply and was praying, he now understood that he was just part of God’s plan. Now Manius was angry and he struck Quintus with a wooden rod, still no response. Manius decided to break him in when they reach their destination. The trip was overnight but Quintus barely slept, he just kept thinking. He knew that everything would play out, and if he really believed in Christ then it would not result in a negative way.
The cart brought them to a large villa with colorful floors, walls and a large farm. Manius showed Quintus around and said his quarters were behind the villa. It was a shack that had a makeshift bed and a table, nothing else. They arrived in the morning so Manius had time to tell him what to do on the farm. Quintus thought “this is pitiful, I will get out of here by tonight”. He was right, Manius had no idea what he was doing and other than his wife and the other servant slave, there was no one to stop him from escaping. Night fell and he ran through the fields almost laughing at the silliness of Manius.
For once, he was happy. Although his friends were missing, it did look like everything was going his way. He set up a makeshift camp for the night and left in the morning to find a city. He didn’t know where in the world he was and guessed he was in Dalmatia. By now he was forty-four and feeling the first effects of aging. He found hunters who like the nomads were kind and brought him northwest to Italy. Quintus now knew where he was going, back to Rome to try to revolutionize.
Villagers showed him the way to Rome and he blessed them and the hunters secretly. Now within the city, he began to find his way home which he couldn’t believe was still in the condition it was left in. He had heard about Christians being thrown into gladiatorial arenas for the beasts to eat and was sure that would be the fate of some of the followers. Quintus had no idea what he was going to do, so he went to bed and was going to do something the next day.
In the morning Quintus got up and went onto the Forum. It was bustling and very different from when he left. He knew what he was going to do. Quintus got up on a balcony and started preaching his religion to the general public just as Jesus Christ did himself. Many people looked and listened to him. Then he saw Roman soldiers run at him. He did not hide or tremble, he knew it would all play out. As the soldiers grabbed him he yelled his speech so people could still hear him as they brought him to the prison where he was kept before he was banished. Not only was he Christian, he came back to Rome after he was banished and that called for serious punishment. He was kept overnight and his fate was chosen quickly.
He was to be thrown into the gladiatorial arena to be killed. Quintus was left in the prison until he was taken an arena. He heard that thundering crowd that he remembered as an orphan. Underneath the arena was a dirty, smelly, hot, waiting chamber that led to a walkway which then led to the arena. While inside he heard prayers. Quintus then prayed along him and then the other looked up. “Is that you Quintus?”. “Why yes it is” replies Quintus. “Who might you be?” asked Quintus. “Isaiah, my friend”. Quintus now knew although he was to be killed, that God hadn’t betrayed him. “Well my friend, what is left for us now?” said Isaiah. “Heaven I suppose” replied Quintus as they were rounded up to be taken to the arena floor. They both laughed and smiled as the bright light blinded them because they had been in that dark room. “It’s time for us to go now my friend said Quintus as the gates were being lifted to release the beasts. “We’ll be seeing each other soon I guess” said Isaiah. From there the two faithful souls went to Heaven to be greeted by God.

Nicely done.

A little adjustment here needs to be made. How come you didnt continue in your other thread ?

Yeah I didn't continue on the other thread because i was too lazy.
There's also a load of grammar errors because I didn't check it lol. SO thanks, that's exactly the type of support I'm looking for.

It is a good story and with the minor year change i have highlighted should read smoothly. Leave grammar untill the final version, get the facts right and everything else should fall into place.

hold on, when Quintus was born, it was around 4 years before christ was born. His parents died when he was nine or one year before christ was born. Wouldn't it be 5 years after christ was born. Also using a number to describe years is not very good in this circumstance.
"Well, there were only four of us. My parents, Decimus and Gnaea. Then my brother Tiberius" Hold on, wouldnt this make it five people or even six including the brother?
My parents, Decimus and Gnaea = 4
Quintus = 1

"I was a total orphan." Well, you are either an orphan or not one, they would not have even used that figure of speech in the day.
"Ten years after the birth of our savior, I was freed because I was too clumsy. Thankfully my owner was merciful enough to let me be instead of killing me. By now I was twenty years old." -
Again, if Quintus was born 4 years before christ was and this was ten years after the birth of christ, he would be fourteen.

Sorry, I can not read on, not to be so harsh but you really need to go over your stuff instead of getting people on forums to do just that.

Cut the kid some slack. At least this thread is actually constructive unlike a quantity of other posts within this forum. Hell im impressed this thread got into the right Forum first time.

OrkSeeker my parents in the story are my mom-gnaea and dad-Decimus. And yes I realized the dates were kind of funky, like I said it's the first copy so later today i'll fix all that I see.

my bad, didnt see that