Chains

auction

Im Brandy Hartsfield i gave myself my last name because the owner of the orphanage that i live at says slaves don't need last names because we are just property.i could give him a smack in the face for that I'm not property nor does the other girls in this place.
"girls meet in the selection room."the inner come says.the girls pour into the hallways clutching their arms because of the coldness and continue to run.i myself lost in the stumbling feet tripping over others finally arrive and walk in with the other girls.we all make it just in time before any girl is still in their rooms and is giving a beating with the whips.we stand side by side breathing heavily from the running and sweat poring down our bodies because of the nervousness.the selection was to be the process of the selling of the most fittest girls and the most strongest.he points to the second girl on my left her name is Shirley shes asian and she has beautiful cut shoulder length hair and about 5,3.she walks to the other side of the room with the other girls he picked out and then he points the stick at me and i scurry to the other side ,another girl he points to comes next to me and looks at her feet i have seen her around and she looked scared i wanted to tell her everything is going to be fine but i would just be telling her a complete story in her face.********************
end of the selection
he gathers the ones he picked out and guards surround us and take us by the hands to the pickup trucks.once inside i sit by the girl i wanted to talk to at the selection room,i sit between Shirley also.i tap her shoulder and she looks at me her eyes watering and her face turning red causing the tears to immediately overflow causing snot to run to her mouth.she tries to wipe away the tears and take her shirt to stop the flow of snot but it's no use its just pouring like rain."you know if i said you'll be okay is a understandable but to say you'll get freedom is a whole other story."i say rubbing her back and giving her a warmhearted smile."her tears drop slowly as if when it rains outside it slows down to a hault and nothing but sunshine appears through the tragedy."I'm sorry you had to see me cry I'm just so stressed knowing they took me away from my family."she says wiping the few tears left and cleaning the snot."its fine my name is brandy but if one of us does not make it through this could we tell the world about what we went through of every story that each girl here had to suffer."she nods stiffly."yes gladly and my name is Destiny,i would be more than welcome to be accustomed to tell their story and for you to tell mine and theirs."we both lay in the corner of the truck hugging each other from the lack of warmth.we both fall asleep knowing that where ever we are going would be where danger lurks in the shadows of the next place we arrive at.