Anne's diary: life as slave

PROLOGUE

January 20th, 1989,
Dear Diary:
Today I turned 15, I can finally write and read, but I'm a slave. My raze has been for generations poor and not well cared due to the things "white rich people" had made to us.

Today I had to work hard, but due to my birthday, I didn't had to work as always. It was a really good day.

The "owner" of us took me with him to his castle and gave me some really good food, something he has never done with anyone, but this time everyone came. I felt weird that I was the nearest to our owner, but I tried to keep a happy face.

The day is almost ending but at the very last moment I got this notebook, but I will use it as a diary.

Love;
Anne
P.S. I have so many things to tell you, but I have to go to sleep now.