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In social studies i am supposed to write two journal entries of the African slaves back when columbus was alive. so i'll write 'em here as well as in my "real" journal.....

Date: *when ever! XP*

the ships violent movement came to a quick end as many of the barrels that my family and I had been resting on rolled to one of of the ship, leaving us fallen on the dirty ground. our bodies ached with hunger as i took steps towards my mother. her arms grasping me tightly, i felt safer. my family quickly moved towards the open pull up door that would lead us to the deck. the man looked down at us with horrid eyes, glaring at each and every one of us. in a slight murmur, he let out some silent words that sounded like "You no good....worthless peice of....." i ignored the last word, not interested in what he was saying. instead, i focused my black eyes on the sliver of moon that shone on the open door. i hadn't seen such beauty in several months, and this was the first moment i felt content.

we were pushed and shuved onto the deck, and then hulled over to the selling area. my heart pounded as i thought back a few moments. before we had left the boat, an elder slave of the towns came down, telling us we would not be harmed. i couldn't belive that, i wouldn't. my anger raged as he walked out, waving to the white folk. we couldn't wave without being called names, or being threatened. what made him better? the carrige, or something that looked like one stopped as our walking stoped. they didn't allow us on the comfy ride, we were made to walk, long agonizing steps, bare foot, to the sale stall. as we were taken up the steps and onto the deck of it, i looked out, no one was around. the silence of it all soothed me as i could hear the sounds of the wind blowing through my ears as though they were hallow. suddenly, my mother clutched onto me, her arms shaking wildly. i remembered this before, when we had our first sale. many people were screaming, and then getting beaten with a long whip. i was so scared that day, yet thankfully, none of my family was chosen to be off. but thats what frightened me now. as i heard the drummer near us play his drum, out of no where, millions of white folk came from area's i couldn't see. they poured into the area in chunks. my ears rang as the screaming began. men were shouting out to us and the sellers pulling the people down. before i knew it, they were half gone. soon the crowd grew small, yet not to small. my heart began to pound as i suddenly saw my mother be taken away. i screamed my first sream, which came out scratched and painfull, yet i didn't care. i leaped out and tried to grab her but was yanked back. my mother was carried away...into the darkness by a man.

there was no point in me living now. my heart sang the song my mother sang when i was young. i had no point in life now, before, it was to live with mother, now...there was nothing...

i suddenly then felt the arm of a man pulling me down, i didn't kick, nor did i scream. there was no strengh in me to. i just allowed it to happen. i knew i would never forget this. the man brought me to a horse, and tied me to the end. his voice deep and low "Your pretty tempered for a young'n. what's your name" i didn't answer. i didn't even look up. he shrugged and moved on saying somehting that made the horse move fowards. the man was not a man who beat for fun, or to see someone tourchered, yet he was kind, he fed me, not the best food but food i could eat with out choking. and i lived inside, not out in the barn. i became more of a servant then anything else, but still worked in his plantation, and outside alot....i grew to this man like algie to a rock...

((this would be the first journal entry! Please tell me what you think! is it to "Blah" or is it good! ^^))