Intermission...

Since, we have STAR Testing today, we did not have homework last night.Today, we are doing Language Arts. I think that it was a bad decision, whoever made it, that our Math section should be done on Friday, because I have witnessed many people who seem to become very crazy on Fridays. (Poor them!)

Terrible Thing!
I got the worst grades a student who usually gets pretty good grades could get. I am the average type of person, but this time I did ok on all subjects except English.Spelling is always the best grade of course. BuT, last time I got a C+ in Social Studies and this time, I got a B+.

Intermission......

Heyyyyyyy peoples! I got third place in the (Papanasam Sivan Festival) or singing competition! I was competing against somewhat older kids than me. I think I was the youngest in the solo for the subsenior category.

Ya may be thinkin' why this girl ain't talkin' 'bout STAR Testing. Well.......
I DON'T HAVE STAR TESTING UNTIL TOMORROW! My attempt of a bunny (pig-bunny) that everybody seems to know how to make except me.

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When I got up early next moening, I heard a knock at my door and this time I was sure it was an African-American. Excited, I ran up to the door and slowly opened it. Shocked, the girl fainted. "Why?" I kept asking myself. I sat down beside her and asked her to get up. She would not budge. I checked her heart to see if she was still alive. Luckily, she was. I poured some water on her and she got up, drenched.
"Are you okay?" I whispered.
"Yes, I am. How about you?"
"I am okay. But, why did you faint?"
"Never has there been my kind here. So, I see that they have bought me a new friend."
"Will I be staying with you in this cabin here,then?"
"If they are dumb enough, sure!"
"That's funny! I hope they are!"

"I'll show you who's boss!" I shouted.
"In my dreams, you will!" he shouted.
"I know I can do this! I know I can do this!" I repeated to myself again and again.
She found all the wood scraps and rocks and old cloth pieces to  build some furniture for herself. She knew she would have to settle in here for a while, because these people were definitely not going to free her for sometime or until she finds a crack and nighttime to escape. Those rarely happen in actual life. Only when mama read stories to me about slaves and those slaves were usualy with other slaves or because they were probably adults so they had smart ways to escape. I'm afrad I will have to stay here for a while. At least until my mom finally finds me after an expedition all over the United States and then the rescuing part. Sigh... I guess I have to sleep now. Good Night!

How I wish I had left with my mother now to Canada. It's all that man's fault. He left me with these extremely crazy people. "Fell for it. Eh?," sneered a voice behind me. It sounded just like the man who kept me at his house. Oh, yes it was! Now, I had gathered up my terrible temper and courage to form the worst thing of all. It is a tool I use.
"Who are you?" I said scanning him with suspicious eyes.
"Tsk, tsk. Girls at your age should not anger up like that."he cooed as he circled around me.
I was so scared that I almost forgot I was surrounded by none of my kind and shouted,"Help!"
"No one will help you little girl. You are surrounded by us..."

For now, though,I will be taking care of his children.

Bad News!

Yesterday, I went to the market to buy some groceries when two white men grabbed my wristsand put handcuffs around 'em! They mumbled something like you'll be a great maiden for the mistress. All my people shouted at them but in vain. So, I'm now writing this from a beaten-down old shack.  Guess what the beaten-down old shack is? My house!!! I'm almost to tears. "O, Moses! Save me!" I then heard somebody coming to the shack and the accent sounded just like a black person. When the door opened though, you could see very clearly that it was the mistress. "Oh, how fat and ugly she is!" I thought to myself,"I just hope her ugliness does not match up to her unfairness..."

Am I glad he invited me to his house! His kids are wonderful!! They're very young. One is probably 2 and the other a baby.

I'm sorry! I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Rebecca Smith and I'm 15. Yep, I'm 15  and still have not gone to  proper school. My mama taught all she could to me. Oh, how I miss her. I think I'll write a letter to her right now.

Next day...
I received a letter this morning. It's like letter express over here. It was from mom! She said, that she would "come over there to see me tomorrow." My uncle had made his own airplane and would let my mother come here by flight. It is an open-air plane though. I am scared of heights  and don't think I could fly back to Canada. But, I know my mother, and she will make me ride it to Canada. I know it!