Life in Colonial Times
The year was 1615; I was born on the second day of the warmest summer month. In 1631, at the age of sixteen, I move to the Colonies as an associate for my friend Samantha. My parents could not afford the tickets, so Samantha decided to pay for me to accompany her. It was a law that if anyone pays for your trip, you have to be their indentured servant; however, for the 47 years I had to spend working for her, she never treated me like a servant.
It took forever to get to the colonies, and once we were there I was amazed at how wrong I was in judging the land. I thought it would be like my neighborhood in England, but it was actually a big land with small houses and colossal plantations. We did not have slaves near my house, so this was a real surprise for me. It looked as though every person had a billion slaves and no one seemed to care how many people were being tortured. I felt awful for these slaves, and I was thankful that we did not own any. I knew that I would have to do something to help them and from that day I had a new goal: equality for everyone.
It was very easy for me to grow the food on this land because my fantastic father taught me how to farm. One day a runaway slave asked me for directions. "Bang! Bang!" Just then his master shot 2 bullets. One almost hit me, while saving myself; I fell of the boulder and broke my arm. At night I would sometimes go and give the mistreated slaves food, water, a blanket, or some paste to make their wounds get better.
No one knew of my tasks at night. Then one night I heard footsteps behind me, but when I turned around, no one was there. Just as I was giving food from the plantation and blankets from the store through the outlet, I felt a hand on my shoulder. I screamed, but was glad to see it was just Samantha. The slaves called us valiant and admired us, but they did not understand that we were just treating them how society should. It was as easy as taking corn from a baby, but soon it got more treacherous and we would have to stop for many days at a time. I was happy with what I was doing but I was sore afraid of getting caught.
I heard a gun being shot. Quickly I woke up Samantha and we ran to the shop. A man was hobbling over with a bullet in his leg and it seemed as though he had a fracture. We crushed some herbs to make a medicine for this leg, but before that, we had to take the bullet out using 2 twigs. He told us about his noble deed and about 2 slaves that were injured and mistreated. This man's name was Abec, we later found out when we went to help the 2 poor slaves. There was a tall guy named Walker Green, but we called him Green for short. The shorter guy was named Martin Clinton, we called him Marty. Every night we would give them food and fresh fruits like peaches.
I was to marry an indentured servant, and his name was Roger Smithe. Our daughter was born next year and we named her Isabelle. 4 years later my next daughter Bella was born. I used to be agile, but I don't know what happened now. The acute pain in my arm kept on getting worst instead of better. Isabelle was married to her friend Abel Holmes when she was 24. My husband died in Beacon's Rebellion. I mourned for days and nights. Once I was freed, Bella and I moved to South Carolina.
There she was married Simon Miles. I moved to Jamestown for I could not bear to see anymore slaves. In Jamestown I taught kids to read, write, and do math. I had many students everyday from 8AM to 12PM and they loved the way I taught them. It was perfect until 1 day I could not teach because I was very ill. From then on I knew that something was wrong, this had never happened to me before. In 1700 my character dies of an infection that started in her broken arm, but then spread through her body.