Teen Ink
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TeenInk How would you rearrange this old cliche? "You can catch more flies with honey than with vinegar" http://t.co/xTNZxcKYxK
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TeenInk "Thinking is the best way to travel." - The Moody Blues http://t.co/5jzE5kVJyB
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TeenInk If this is the ending of the story, what is the beginning? http://t.co/gRzPosYXRi
This is plain akward Micheal thought.As he went to go sit down with her he thought This has never happened before."What do you wanna talk about my lady"He asked.
"Amelia." She corrected. "Just...when no one else is around to hear you can call me Amelia." She thought a moment, not looking at him. "How many masters have you had before?"
"I've had 4 before you Amelia"Micheal said to her."Do you want to know about them Amelia"He asked her.Memories of his past masters flashed through his head.Some of them were pleasant ,most were not.
Amelia nodded. "If you're okay with telling me." She felt like if anyone else heard this conversation they'd think her foolish or something. People weren't supposed to talk to their slaves like this.
"My first master was actually masters.They were an average family that had me as a personal slave , but then they ran out of money and had to sell me"Micheal said beging his story."My second master was lady about thirty years old.She had multiple slaves.I got sold as well with a group of slaves"He said before catching his breath.
Amelia nodded. "Go on then..." She pressed, truly starting to take an interest in his life before he was bought for her. This was just the beginning of what she'd have liked to know.
"The third one was an insane man who owned up to 5 slaves.I was the sixth one he bought.He would abuse us for fun and we couldn't do anything to stop him.He bought a seventh slave later on.She was very reblious and ended up revolting and killing him.She was killled of course and the rest of us got selled again."Micheal said before taking another breather."My third master was an incredibly rich elderly plump lady who was obsessed with cats.She had about ten slaves including me.We were bought to take care of her cats.She died of a heart attack and then I got sold to you."Micheal finished
Amelia nodded slowly, taking all that in. "I see..." She sighed. "Well, how old are you? And how old were you when you first became a slave?"
"Umm I...........was.........8" Micheal said struggling to remeber."And I think I'm around 16"Micheal said to Amelia.
Amelia blinked. She tried to imagine eight years being passed from one owner to the next abused and ordered around. She couldn't imagine herself living through that. "I think...I'll stop with the questions for now..." Amelia stood and went over to the window, gazing out. "Micheal, I have no need for your services at the moment. You can stay here or go to the slaves' quarters, whichever you prefer."
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Micheal nodded and left the room.He then went to the slave barracks to see his new home.There was slaves everywhere around the large house.Micheal then looked around the slaves barracks.It was kinda of empty.
Amelia laid down on her bed, staring up at the cieling. What was she supposed to really do with a slave tending to her every want and need? If she didn't keep him busy her parents would begin to think she gave him too much rest. She caught herself thinking that slaves were mistreated anyway, but if she tried treating Micheal like an equal, would he be so used to being treated lowly that it would just make him uncomfortable?
The slaves were that there looked beat.And he wasn't thinking of the abused-beat even though most of them had large visible bruises.Micheal meant the tired-beat.Micheal chose a hammock and laided down in it falling asleep.
Amelia awoke from having fallen asleep to find a servant trying to wake her. "Miss, your mother wishes you to bring your servant before her. Shall I go fetch him?" Amelia nodded and the servant went off to go get Micheal.
Micheal was poked in the head and said that his master wanted to see him.He yawned and went to Amelia's room."Yes my lady"He said to Amelia.
Amelia nodded. "Mother wants to see you. For both our sakes I suggest you be on your best behavior." She tugged him by the collar of his shirt to follow.
Micheals eyes widened in pain.But the look past soon and Micheal and Amelia were off.Soon they were before Amelia's mother.
