Part 3
I woke up on my dusty bed and the bell rings.
"Time for breakfast" I put on the dress that I was given the first week I was here. The routine is the same each day, wake up, eat, go back to my room and do nothing all day unless I am called upon l or an getting punished for being sassy.
Flashback
He came in and dragged me out of my room. He drags me into an empty room. I felt his fist hit my face and the room was slowly disappearing. I felt his fist hit my jaw and his steel toed boot fiercely bash my stomach, then I finally gave into the darkness that was calling me.
Flashback over
I sit down at my normal spot at the table. I have learned that the other girls were taken similar to the way I was. Their names are rose, Cameron , Savannah and chole. I sit there not eating, maybe if I starve myself I will die and get out of this hell hole. No, that would take to long. I can't take this anymore and I was never truly serious about dying till now and I have finally found my answer. I grabbed the silver knife and plunged it through my chest and this time I don't wake up when the darkness grabs hold of me for the last time.
The end
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Okay I hope you guys like this short story it was just a history project but I thought it was okay. Love y'all
Naya J.
PS
I got a 25/25 on this project Yay!!!!
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Taken
Historical FictionHey guys so this is a history project I had to write. This short story is about a flapper kidnapped by Al Capone and his Gang. Thanks for giving this story a chance Love y'all Naya
