TLG-Shelby+Cronkhite

hi my name is shelby cronkhite i go to school at tes and am very exided to do this project. i'm not a good speller so i will probuly make alout of mistakes. _

STORY TITLE: finding freedom

Bang! bang! bang! Is all i herd before they took me. There was sevral loud claters,and short periods of yelling i found i was not in home any more. they is the slave traders. they took me and my family. we were soon sepirated. Tall men with many wepenos clung to their side came in and soon all i felt was pain. many times their wips slaped my back, every time it hurt like a nief though your heart. i tryed to fight them off but my weak body was no help. i was forced to bord a ship. but not a lovely cruse ship a ship that would bring the devil to his nees, and any white man would be chosing to kill himself at the site. this perticular ship was dark and ugly. goast like and gloomey. the worst part was the smell. the air was not fresh with the sent of trees and grasses it smelled of blood and grife. i was thown aboard. i fell to the groud with a smack.breifly i looked to the sky and prayed the sperits of the earth would help me help me live though this pain in my life.

in everyones soul there is a war going on betwin the good and the evil. eturnaly one side must win. at the moment of my bording the evil won and from that moment on i became sour to the world around me.it was as if a bomb had been set off.i became ugly,mean,and crippled.on the horriad ride to the black hole where all slaves were kelpt till sold,all were forced to work.there was no rufusing him .him is sir mascavich.if you ever refuse. he would say.''all the fish in the sea will be running with a sight of terror in their mind for the sight of you will be uglyer than the pit of__. many nights i saw blacks walking back to the corridors with open wonds on their hands,backs,and legs. not comminly,but not uncominly would there be such a scream that it could only mean one thing, a limb of someome was being dismantled.we were property not people. but now,today everyone black or white is among the catogory of people.

though some stories have a happy ending some do not. for some happy is all life is about,but for others happy is not amoung any catagory in their long life of memories that will haunt them foever.

the only thing in my head other than the thought of how much hate i had i me against the whites was the thought of life every day my question would be would i live another day? or would the evil hand of death reach out for me.

until i turned age 16 i was worked harder and harder 16 was when i got so sick of the throbing from the tare in my heart i got sick of not being anything but property. not being someone, and not wanting to yell out i want to live! so i joined the trailers, the dis honnerd whites that belived that freedom was more inportant than the life of their own

the night after my unkown deparcher from the place where work was the only option we walked and hid the compass that we followed was the sky's diping spoon(the big dipper) and only hoped that we would not be caught in our jonery along the freedom trail.

epologe: finding freedom is based on what did happen during the slave trade many years ago and to think our natsion could have ever be that brutel is a peace quwevering thought. but eventuly slavery was devoverd.