I wake up from the loud bell that warns me that work is gonna begin soon. I work in the cotton fields in Alabama, 1830, I don’t know where Alabama is or what 1830 means. All that I know, from eavesdroppin’, is that I live in the South, which means I am a slave under my will. I am a half white half african american, boy, but I don’t know my age. The way I figured out my race was by eavesdroppin’, once again, on the rich white men whenever I walk by. I always hear mumblin’ about how my father was a peculiar man to break the laws and fall in love with an african american woman, then have me. I was never and will never be ashamed of my race, why should I? I continue my daily routine and go to the kitchen to get some food, as always I see cornbread …show more content…
Thank goodness for that water Levi got me, I think silently to myself, but the way the guards look at me, it is as if they know everything that I am thinking of. I ignore the eyes on my back and keep picking like every other day, but today doesn’t feel like everything other day. It’s not the guards, it’s the water, even though no one seemed to notice I still feel like trouble is lurking around the corners like a cat waiting to pounce at the slightest of movement. Maybe a guard did notice and he’s just waiting ‘till the end of the day to gather everyone around to show why you should do what they say.
My head is spinning thinking of the topic, because this isn’t no sleeping on the job, it’s taking water. And the last time I saw someone get punished for stealing water, he lost a finger. The end of the day is coming closer by the second, and before I know it, I’m finishing my dinner with Levi. I go to my little hut and tidy up my sleeping area, lay down and go to sleep. Luckily, no one found out about the water, I am safe for tonight, but I know that tomorrow will bring on a knew uncertainty for me to worry about ‘till I go to sleep