Memo come here my darling.
Yes mother coming
Today's the day my love you'll final be the woman you choose to be
What if I'm not strong enough
Give me your hand.you see that birth mark
Yeah I do
That's the birth mark of a worrier you were born for this my love
*all I did was look at it in amazement*
*my mom could see how big my smile was*💥 BOOM.......BOOM
That's all I could hear before my mother told me to get on the ground. My ear started ringing but I could hear my mother say we need to move.Memo get up
*we got up when the booming sound stopped*
Get all you can carry*my mom went out first checking to see if we could escape*
Memo come now ,come
I ran to her going behind our house
*I could hear voices but not are language*
*one thing I was glad about was that we were at the end of our Village so, the rest of the land was a forest*
Me and my mother ran like no other then a man that looked as white as snow holding a gun and chains saw usAYE stop right there
Memo run,run or we'll never be free
*My mother ran in front while I was right behind her
Not losing track
We ran so fast until we didn't see the man no more
Still running after an hour
Then my mother stopped
And moved away leaves and dirt off the ground
Until she saw a wooden door on the ground*-Is this a good start to a good story like and comment so I can continue-
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The run
Historical FictionThe run is about a African slave that runs from an man that wants to be her husband