Lets go! Get a move on! I didn’t know what was happening at the time but I knew it wasn’t good. “Stop stalling!” the man yelled. I couldn’t see where we where going, But I could hear water and a busy town. My town wasn’t busy who was this man and who where the people next to me? As the questions ran through my head I felt a sharp Sting on my leg. Get going! It was the mans voice again. I noticed the floor wasn’t stable. It was softly swaying back and forth. I wasn’t on land, I wasn’t at home. I wasn’t where I was when I went to bed last night. Was it still night, the blindfold over my eyes made everything look black. Sit down! The man said. But where I couldn’t see? Slam! I hit the floor. It was cold and hard. I heard chains and I felt them smack against my wrists and ankles I knew what this meant. Even though it’s the last thing I thought would ever happen to me, not to long from now I would be in a new home, with new people I didn’t care to know. I was going to be a slave and i'm only thirteen years old. It seemed so wrong. I was headed for god knows where and god knows when, but I knew it wasn’t the promise land. I lie down on the cold hard floor and fell asleep. I don’t know how but I did.
As I dreamed, I dreamed of home, a place that I love, a place that I will probably never see again, the place where I was born and raised. The fresh flowers in the spring and a slight breeze, Just enough to make a chill roll down your spin. The tall evergreens swaying in the wind.
When I woke up I was still there I didn’t know where I was, but I was still in the ship. This time I could see. It was large room with about one hundred and fifty girls about my age. All lying on the floor. Some awake and some asleep and some I just couldn’t tell. At the end of the gloomy cold room there was a large solid metal door. I was scared. My back ached like nothing I have ever felt. I wanted to cry, but I didn’t have time. Right when the first tear went streaming down my face. The humongous door slammed open. It was the same voice I heard last night. He looked just as I imagined him. Tall, muscular, hairy and very ugly.
One by one he yelled a name out then shoved a girl out the door. And one by one he got closer to me. As soon as he got to me he looked down grabbed my shirt yelled my name and shoved me out the door like all the girls before me. On the other side of the door was a group of people yelling out numbers. I guess they where bidding on me. Because the man talking faster then I can think. Yelled going once going twice…. Sold! Then a different man gabbed my wrist and pulled me in his direction. The man that said the last number was waiting at the gate for me. The man grabbed my wrist tighter. I hurt. I wanted to cry, but still I had no time to. The man that told me to call him Mr. Grabbed my other wrist, pulled me in his car and off I went through the thick green woods. Finally we ended up at a huge brick house. With dead trees. And a hole where I think a pond might have been at one point. He pulled under one of the biggest dead trees I’ve ever seen. Got out, opened my door and grabbed my wrist once again. He looked at me sternly and then gave me an evil grin. “Come on” he said then let me go. I had to jog to keep up with him. We walked for about a mile when I saw the house for the first time. It was a one-room building. The bathroom, bed and sink where all in there. Nothing more nothing less. He shut the door and walked away. I watched him out of my one tiny window. I sat down on the hard spring bed. This time I had time to cry. So I did.
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