Joseph Napolitano                                                                 2/15/02 Lang. Arts                 I was out in the field picking cotton just like I did every last(predicate)(prenominal) day in this shit hole. I slang take it I said to myself I have to hurt out of here there has to be away. At least my parents got the easy way out. They died from some kind of sickness. I was appease here. My brother was sold to a different slave owner I wish I could see him one to a greater extent eon. Slavery should be band because of the emancipation proclamation (www.nara.gov/exhall/ feature document /eman/emanproc.html but there is know use moping oer it I had to think of how to get out but never go back to any slave owning industry, but how? I should get Frankie to help. I picked my way over to his area and started to peach to him I talked about a lot of stuff and last led into my idea of thinking of how to escape. Through that middle of the parley a crowd of people interrupted us on their way to lunch some of the people Haden eaten since three years ago. They were on the iniquity and day shifts. Soon it would be my turn. For the night and day shift.
Thats when I could start the book.
        It was lunch time and I was in line I heard every one stating there pay heeds. When it was my turn I stated my name loud and clear Percy S. Bergs. This way they would know they did not limit me. For lunch we were having corn, some peas and chicken. It may have sounded good. But it was all left over from last weeks dinners. The peas had stale hair on it and the corn was soggy...
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