HELLO SORRY FOR NOT WRITING- I WAS SICK. And aside from that, school. It took over 2 days to write this so... PLEASE LIKE ITTTTTT!
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Reeces POV….
I lay on the cold floor by the walk-in, (fireplace) with a book. It was open. As it should be? But I wasn’t necessarily reading. More like just looking at the long, endless paragraphs. My mind was making up a story. My own story.
As a kid i've always wanted to travel the world. At a young age. I was expected to awaken and get right to work. I would scrub the piazzas, (decks) clean the privys, plant gardens with my bare hands. I’d have scabs, scars, bruises. Sometimes even bug bites.
Before my mom was killed; father and the man she worked for would hit her. And although I never worked for them. I still would come along with my mother if a friend of hers couldn’t watch over me. They would beat her to the ground. I still remember her sweet voice saying, “I’m fine”
I knew she wasn’t fine. I was transported to another “master” after my mother was killed. I then really found out she wasn’t ok.I was 7, cleaning, making food, milking cows, I was 7! I watched his kids. I had to sew as well. I wrote letters for him, I wrote documents and I collected firewood. The days were long, by the time the moon took the place of the golden sun. I slept in the cold, old barn. I slept on scratchy hay. I spent 6 years of torture!
I still remember the day I escaped.
It was a cold, winter day in Maine. When I was 13, I’d done something to my “master’s” son, so I was thrown to the ground and beaten to shit on the cold floor, and forced into the old barn. I was locked in there.
“HELP! PLEASE! LET ME OUT!” The yelling and screaming didn't help. I looked around the barn for some resources to get me out of here. My eyes laid on the wide broken board on the wall. I got on my knees and crawled. The crack scraped against my torso, I felt my blood drip down on my clothes. I eventually managed my way out.
I have never ran so fast in my life. I ran into the woods, I really didn’t care which way I was going. I just ran and ran, until I couldn’t anymore.
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Zavan’s POV…..
I walked down the narrow corridor, Into the small parlor. (living room) Reece was laying down. Zoned out, her book was laying on the floor and seemed like she was mesmerized by the chandeliers. “Reece?” I asked. No reply. “Reeeceee?” Still no reply. “REECE!” I yelled. She jumped and looked at me. “Are you alright?” She looked into my eyes. “I’m fine.” She said in her sweet voice. But I knew by her face, she wasn’t fine.
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OK SO THERE SHOULDN'T BE ANY TYPEOS BECAUSE I WROTE THIS ON GOOGLE DOCS AND I PASTED IT HERE. SO YES SORRY ITS NOT LONG, I THOUGHT IT WOULD BE BIGGER NGL...OK OK BYEEEEEEE! SEE YOU SOON
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Founders For Us
AdventureIt is 1773, France. The Colonies and Britain has tension between them. And I have a mission. I, Zavan Eliadam and my maid Reece Dunfound set on a journey to Boston to make the new nation independent.
