I skipped happily beside the stone walls packed tight to each other. My rigid white dress filthy with dirt scrapped my legs leaving the mark of poverty behind. I pushed my hand into the pockets on my apron filled with shiny stones. I found them by waterside in the bay, which stunk with the men who were returning from weeks at an end to greet their families with open arms.
“Ya just wait for pa to come home.” I gleamed with happiness with just the thought of it. My brother looked beside me to the ships which made loud creaking and animal sounds from which came from the cargo area.
“You don’t know that yet…” Benjamin walked in a slouch then sticking his hands into his trousers pockets. He always had better grammar, vocabulary, and sentence structure that surprist my own.
“Ya such a lazy bum…” His blue eyes flickered to mine, and I flinched for a second.
“What?” He absolutely hated the idea that anyone thought he was lazy in any sort of stature. It looked like it killed him to hear the words.
“I said ya a lazy bum…” I said it with courage, even though I was scared of him just a little. He was…ten? And I seven, who’d you, expect to win? He sighed and flicked a rock at my head and I rubbed the spot in pain.
“Ow!” I moaned, my black hair was now messed up, loose strands in every which direction. “A man’s never supposed to touch a lady!” I yelled in frustration, which now didn’t sound that good.
“Correction…I’m a boy, you’re a girl, and we’re not husband a wife, we’re brother and sister, which means we’re allowed to fight until we’re a little older.” My face turned to the look of frustration; I swear I had steam pouring out of my ears.
At the house mother awaited us with the little supper she served. It was delicious, even though only stew… It was cheap, and affordable…our father was out collecting “property” for the nobles. I stilled didn’t understand the idea of slavery…it seemed unfair to the opposite party. Our wooden spoons clanked against the tin bowls as we ate. I rubbed my tummy in satisfactory of the meal as we we’re sent to bed.
“Tis quarter to six…time for bed…” She smiled a warm smile, melting the coldest of all hearts. I nodded scurrying to my bedroom that was shared with Ben.
The cotton we slept with was rough and itchy. A most uncomfortable experience to endure, a yawn passed through my lips and I rubbed my eyes groggily. I hugged the little bear my brother and father made for me. It showed stitches and workman’s craft. Before I knew it, I fell into deep slumber.
The next morning on Sun’s Day, we went to the church, dressed in our best clothes. The prayer preached.
“First of all, then, I urge that supplications, prayers, intercessions, and thanksgivings be made for all men, for kings and all who are in high positions, that we may lead a quiet and peaceable life, godly and respectful in every way. Thou art coming to a King, Great petitions with thee bring, for his love and power are such, none can ever ask too much. Fairest Lord Jesus, ruler of all nature, O thou of God and man the son…take my silver and my gold not a mite would I withhold.”
“Amen” We sang in unison, my brother kneeled and prayed with all his might, I could see it in his eyes… He was very dependent on god. It seemed he did almost nothing without the pray of god. I feel like it would be his downfall.
Father came back today! He finally did! I told my brother so! Oh I told the truth for once! No lies or discretion! It was really happening! Oh how overjoyed I am! But…after father came home I feel…different…scared? I fancy that it’s who he is…he’s changed somehow…but how? But alas I had to go to bed…
I awakened next morning to find myself in a ship along with Ben, he held onto his cross tightly, so tight, his hands bleed a little. He was shaking badly and rocking back and forth in a calming motion, though it did little for him in anyway.
We soon arrived at what looked like a mine, it was humongous…I was splited away from Ben and into the mine chained with others. Ben went insane though…