It was 10:35 A.M, A sunny day, doing the usual, working for my owner, John. Harvesting the crops, fertilizing the soil, as the sun's rays beam on my skin. My name is Jeremy Rinberry, I'm 19 years old and I am a slave. I have black, curly hair, a dark skin color, and I wear a blue shirt with some khaki overalls. I usually work in the coal mines and the farms. I don't do much, I just slack off and usually eat crops I farmed. I get punished for not working, but I'm used to pain. You see, I had a nice but poor, family, but they were barely with me because of work. So they hired a babysitter with their last cents to take care of me. Let's just say she wasn't very pleasing. She used my father's belts to whip me when I didn't wash the dishes, clean my clothes, sweep the floor, you get the whole idea. The same goes for John, John is a very grumpy, old man that has a pretty blocky head, gray hair with white highlights, and a golden watch. He was very rich so he could buy most things that we commoners couldn't get easily. That's why he hired me. Just for me to be a cash cow for him.
I usually carry a diary with me at all costs, I write my thoughts and feelings in it and it helps me cope with the tragic, cruel world that we live in. My owner says it's a worthless book that has no meaning at all, but I don't let his words get to me. He's just one of those bugs that never leave you alone. Like a mosquito, or a fly. He's just down bad.
——LATER——
Currently, I'm just working on the farm, harvesting carrots, tomatoes, onions... My owner is hosting a party, and he needs us to farm some crops for him to make this special soup called Mardinia Soup. He says it uses carrots, tomatoes, onions, and some spices. It sounds good, but I can't have it since I'm just "a nobody" according to John, & the same goes with my friend, Cameron.
Cameron is my best pal, he has black hair and a black skin tone, just like me. But what differentiates him from him is that he has some cerulean-colored glasses, freckles, and he wears a red shirt with some long, charcoal-colored jeans.
He usually talks with me during our thirty-minute break between our shifts. We enjoy speaking about our daily lives back then before we were some slaves. I especially like talking about Autumn, she's this person whom I have an interest in. She's the daughter of John. She's skinny, average height with beautiful, blue, shimmering eyes, and blonde hair. She's the dream of my life and I would do anything to be with her, and yet I can't because I'm a slave.
