I grew up in the poor part of Georgia where the tobacco crops grew high and the cotton was yet to be picked. The other slaves were in their quarters where they were nestled into their beds. I was still picking cotton out in the crops. My lamp was still running strong. Our master Mrs. Davis was out lurking around like a fox. "She is sure a sly lady" as I thought to myself. "Panem my dear boy please go inside" said Mrs. Davis. "I will Ma'm". "You go up to your room now". "I will Mrs. Davis".
As soon as I got up to my room I cleaned up and changed into my long stockings. I hopped into bed and fell asleep I had full day ahead of me. Mrs. Davis had just bought me about one week ago. She had stated that this was a sanctuary for people like us. My I lids were slowly closing as blinking back open I kept think about last song my mom had sang me afo're I was bought. "Follow the drinking gourd". I remember her stating that in my mind. Her voice was so clear. I could almost picture her then I fell asleep.
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Life, Liberty, And The Pursuit Of Happiness Or So I Thought
Historical FictionA time of war in the U.S.A back in the 1800's when the civil war was going on. A boy named Panem is fighting for The South and the south wins. What will happen what will Panem do.
