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My Pa opened the termite eaten wood door and my family casualy shuffled into the cramped space. I slumped down on the ground and waited for someone to spark a conversation. "Im hungry," Makena whined. I looked down at my feet already knowing what Ma was going to say. "Hun, we ate the last of our bread last night... new food dosent come till tomarra!" Makena pouted and crouched down next to me, her stomach growled. Pa turned away from us and grunted, putting his hands behind his head. "This isnt fair!" He yelled, Pa never yelled.... we were all frozen in shock with his sudden outburst. "I work all day and this is what I get! Watching my family.... my babies starve to death!" The room filled with an awkward silence. Ma walked over to him and attempted to comfort him. "Enough!" He screamed. This is the first time I ever saw my Pa act this way.
In my memories he was always the kind, sweet, and understanding man that I loved.... never has he actually yelled at us before. Tonight something really bad must be happenening. Pa paced around the room for a good five minutes before he spoke again. "Well cmon then, we have to follow orders and report to the part." He mimicked the guard. He walked out quickly and we followed close behind. Walking to the barn I listened to the soft paces of our feet walking through the dampened grass. It was quieter than normal though, no crickets were chirping, no frogs were croaking. The atmosphere just didnt feel realistic.
I suddenly felt a hand clasp on to mine and was startled. I looked over to only see Makena looking into my eyes. Her eyes glistened in the moonlight as she said, "Amara..." She paused. "Why is Pa so angry? Did I make him mad?" Her lip quivered, she had a sensetive heart. I entwined her small delicate body into mine. "Of cource not sweety." I whispered into her ear and kissed the top of her head. We finally arrived at the barn, our family sat down towards the front of where our Master would be speaking. I played with the dusty dirt on the ground intill it seemed like all the other slaves were seated. The air was humid and musty, but by now, we were used to it. I looked over at my Ma and she smiled. I went over and sat in her lap, she pushed my long curly black hair behind my ears. I loved when she played with my hair, it made me feel beautiful for once, even though im not.
My eyes trailed off and saw the master make his way to the front. "Attention!" he called. "ATTENTION!" He yelled even louder. The room went dead silent, everyone was scared of being beaten... or worse hung. The master cleared his throat and began to speak again. "It has come to my awareness that our plantation is not producing enough cotton." Exchanged looks were being given out around the room. "Now, the solution to our problem you ask? We cant buy more land! Theres no money... and more slaves? Oh no, too expensive." In the corner of my eye I saw my father clench his fists. "So, we have come to the conclution..." I held my breath and closed my eyes... praying to God for the best. "To shut down all production, and close the Plantation." That did it. The whole room was filled with people screaming out to the Lord and crying. My mouth dropped open so wide, I thought my jaw was going to break off. What would we do now? Would they kill us? Would they maybe even set us free!? My thoughts were quickly interrupted by the booming voice of the master. "Scilence you Negros!" The Master pulled out his rifle and the room, once again went silent.
"Anyways," He continued casually like nothing had happened, "I have decided to sell you all for quite a bit of income... I get to retire early!" He smirked and chuckled the most disgusting laugh I have ever heard. "So if you dont mind," He gestured over with his gun to about twenty wagons with cages attached behind them that I think were meant for us to go into. I whimpered, relizing that we were all heading for the unknown. I burried my head into my knees letting warm tears flow down my heated face. Suddenly a familiar voice came out of the scilence. "Idiot!" startled not only about by the tone but by the words I jerked my head up. "You have no power to do this to us!" But thats when it happened... a man, about the age of forty began to attack the master. The only problem was though, the man had nothing while the master had a gun... what was he thinking? I watched as they tackled each other to the ground, rolling around grunting and yelling hurtful words at each other. Blood smeared both mens faces, most like because of a broken nose, or busted lip. It pained me to see them punch repeatedly at each other, like a broken record. I hardly could watch, it was absolutely disgusting. I looked over at my parents to see their reaction to this violence but something was terrible wrong. Someone was missing.... wheres Pa?!
I scanned the room but he wasnt anywhere to be found. I quickly spun my head back towards the fight and thats when I relized that was MY Pa...covered in blood. I thought I was going to throw up, I couldn't beleive what was happening. Before I relized what I was doing I began to scream and make my way towards the fighting. "No!" I repeated outloud, getting louder with every breath. People held me back, I couldnt get through. I felt like a little kid again, and I hated it. I watched in agony until I couldnt stand it any longer. I took a few steps back and barged through the human made wall, but it was too late. "BOOM" I listened as the gunfire shot off, leaving me next to my fathers dead corpse.
