My Slave Diary Entry 4

Dear Diary,

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It was a long trip, from Africa all the way to America. It was very smelly, sweat and urgh…it just stinks! Lots of us died on the way. Most of us got punished when we talk or sing! We love singing when we worked, but the White people wouldn’t allow. :@.After that long trip, we have arrived America. What a big country it is. I always want to travel America, a great thing to experience. But, here I am a slave. Those white people brought us to a room where we’re going to be coated with oil, to make us look shiny and healthy, so that the White people won’t see any scars or white patches. It hurts a lot. Then, we were thrown into a big cage and I realised it was in an auction. It was full of White and White people! They were going to sell us! I don’t want to leave my friends. :( That’s not fair! After a while, I was sold to a woman. So, I was in a carriage, but it was not sitting in a carriage. It was standing in the back of the carriage. The White people were being mean to us! I wished I could run away, but I can't. As being slaves, we have a law. This law is very serious one. It includes the rule when we're trying to run away, we will be branded with a iron. I wish my owners are nice to me. I'm going to have a busy day tomorrow, from early morning to take care of the cotton field and worked as a maid in the afternoon. So, I better get some sleep.