Robert the Doll

changed it abit to the real story.           READ&VOTE&COMMENT,CHEERS.

The story begins in a home of Mrs and Mr.Thomas Otto, the year 1896, it was also well known that the Otto's mis-treated there slaves(servants) who once lived in the bahamas but were transported over to Florida, and there the Ottos had some and kept them in their house doing the chors,cleaning and being a nurse for their son Robert Otto..One spercific servant, a female servant, wanted to have revenge on the Ottos for all they did to them..i wonder what she had in mind?

" Robert!" A female's voice shouted upstairs to someone queit loudly! Footsteps trailed down the stairs, there a small boy aged Ten came down, wearing breeches, and his new cut- off trousers and a brown fashionable hat with bare feet.

" coming Mother!" He staggered into the dining room where his sunday roast dinner was waiting for him, his Father hadnt come home from works yet, he was always out which left Robert and His Mother to bond more.. His Mother took one look at him and took the hat off his head and wacked it on his forhead " have some repsect son, and take off hats in the house!" Robert would just nod, he never knew what she'd go on about most of time however he was only ten years old... He sat down at the dining table and started gobbling all his food down..

" calm down Robert, its going to be there all day for you.." The woeman laughed and watched him digging in to his food..Suddenly she shouted " VICTORIA!" out of no where an Old coloured woeman stood at the door coughing and mumbled " yes mada'm?" she wouldnt evan look at her face to face, that was one of their servants they kept.

" go into town, and buy these." She passed Victoria a piece of paper with lists of food to gather for the family, Victoria sighed and bowed, Roberts Mother gasped stood up and grabbed Victoria's arm " DONT you dare sigh, or well kick you out  on the streets , got it?!" Victoria got onto the floor putting her hands ontop of her head praying and mumbling " sorry ma"am, bless you, bless you" Robert stopped eating and payed attention on what was happening, he felt sorry for the slaves that was in his house under the same roof as him, he felt the pain and sorrow for them...but what was he going to do, he was just a child, so he let it go on .

Victoria got up and struggled to walk off  despite the fact she was still praying to herself and her praying beeds around her wrist, she was out the house as fast as lightening in town collecting what she had to get for all of them! Robert stared at his food thinking Mommy doesnt like victoria, i like Victoria, i like her son too, why cant she play with victoria like i play with Stewart....

Victoria happened to have a son, Stewart, he worked on their farm and made crops for the family and was out their everyday, no matter what type of weather it was..all he wore was a white long shirt,old trousers which were too big on him but thats all he had also they were passed down his family and given to him because they couldnt afford their own clothes at the time, Somtimes Robert and Stewart would play with eachover- seen as though there the same age, they havent been caught yet together..but there good friends..

" dear, arent you hungry anymore? come on eat it.." she looked up at her soon staring at his food

" Im not hungry anymore Mommy, can i be excused?" He said politiley, the way he speaked you wouldnt say he was ten at all, His Mother nodded and sighed and muttered whilst Robert was leaving the dining room table "im stupid"

So Robert ran up to his room to find Stewart cleaning his parents room, and collecting the dirty washing and placing it all in a basket " stewart, Victoria did it again!" Stewart looked up shocked " what she do now, i told ma'ma to keep outta trouble, what she'do?" His accent was the way they spoke, they didnt get the chance to be taught to speak proper English, they only learnt with themseleves listening to people talk in English and occasinally Robert would help him with his language..