Author's note: This was a assignment for History class. This isn't my best work i felt kinda rusted with it but... Show full author's note »
What Goes Around, Goes Around, Goes...WE GET THE POINT!!The world was dark, rain clouds washed in bringing relief to the ground. Pouring out the rain as it traces marks on Annette checks. She sneezes and pulls up her hood shoving out the rain.
She walks through the town, a little bit bigger every time she escapes to farther in the future. But Indians no longer worked around the colony. They have been replaced by Africans. Annette shakes her head.
What have I done?
Lining up on a wooden platform five Africans with chains clamped on their wrists and a jagged chain trail leading up to a big clamp on their neck.
White folk betted on them, like they were cheap things you could pick up at a garage sale. It discussed Annette. She stomped away holding her tongue to not get the Africans in more trouble then they all ready were in.
She hoped for a better horizon as she turned the dial again.