A fighter for freedom

Sebastian is my name, and Green is my second, I am living in a world of slavery and trouble, with ruthless and white in high authority and black slaves low authorit. You probably have no idea how it would feel, getting humilliating phrases being targeted at you like the mistress was the dart and I am the bullseye, but she has the skills to hit me every signal time. Anyway today I woke with no sight of mamma, the familiar feeling was taken away, and the unfamiliar was coming, I ate a morsel of bread, and nothing more for my breakfast. I got to work at cleaning the cobbled pathway of the garden. The aroma of the hibisus blooms made me slightly better, but the humid heat, did not.

I went to say high to old Greg, who was my one and only best friend. “ Greg, there is only one mistres, why can’t we all just overpower them and fight for freedom.” I asked Greg. “ I am sorry boy but it ain’t gonna happen, we kill one they will killl 1000 of us they have all the weapons. I would know, once I tried to escape and got trapped in a man trap causing me lose my toes, now scurry on, if you can deliver these flowers to the mistres, you might just catch a glimpse of your mother.” He said, I felt heartbroken for him.

I delivered a bunch of vibrant, yellow flowers to the house and managed to catch a tiny glimsp of mamma, leaving the plantation in a wagon, and heading into the arms of natire. I dropped all the flowers as I tried to wave back. “ Hey you horrid boy, horrib boy, pick those up or you can expect your head bleeding in two minute.” She threatened. After I picked up the flowers, it was time for lunch. It was a viscous carrot porridge with mashed peas, and the mistress got caviar and sinomen buns. I ate to my heart content as I knew that would be all I’m getting until the next morning. I soon went back to work and saw and old farmer.” Hi, my name is Sebastian are you a new farmer.” I asked. “ Oh yes, yes my name is Philip I will be working here since the mistress is going to England for a few days and she is taking a farmer with her, so she needed me.” Replied Philip. I was in shock, I new that England had no slavery so if I could sneak on the plain with her, I can find mamma from there.” I thought.

” Hey why are you you fratanizing with my farmer one more strike and I’m burning you up!” She said. I apoligised a day worked until the late evening. I went home, and felt nervous, I had to sleep without mamma, I was used to her sleeping beside me, but instead were a bunch of random boys, snuggled up together fighting for heat. I could not get one ounce of sleep half the time I would be thinking about what the farmer said, and a quarter of mamma. I woke up and rushed to Mr Greg. “ I got it, I got it, I got it, since the mistess is leaving, we can leave the plantation and find mamma.” I explained. “ Well I like that smart brain of yours but it ain’t ever gonna work, unless you get badly hurt. “ He replied, mabey he is right, I might just be to stupid thinking we could actually escape. The mistress came out of the house that white face of hers hurt a lot when I stared at all the other black slaves, inclueding me, suddenly an idea struck me…