Dear Mr. Flemming
I need to ask your premission to marry you daughter.....
No i can't write that
Dear Mr. Flemming
I need to have a job transfer to a different part of your farm. I keep sneezing whenever I'm near the cotton. Can I go transfer to the fruit place.
I was still thinkng about writing the first letter, but I couldn't it was up to her to tell her parents.
Thats all i could think about all day. I was whipped a couple of times for not doing my job.
I was all too distracted about her. She's my everything without her i would be nothing. She's always too busy pretending to like the governors son so her parents wouldn't find out.
Dear Mr. Flemming,
I need to change my job to the fruit garden. I think i'm allergic to the cotton. So if you could switch me right on over that would be great.
Thank You,
Tim Falangea
I finally wrote it i still feel that i should talk about getting engaged.
YOU ARE READING
Into The Shadows
Non-FictionHow different is Tim. He acts like everybody else when hes not being ordered to, looks just the same with a darker skin color. Will he finally be free who knows. Guess you'll have to find out.
