My names Clair. Me and my brother David are slaves. About four or five monthes ago i was taken away from my mother to be a slave in Texas.
David and i carefully walk out of the door closing it behind us. I look up at the moon and stars, their so pretty. We start to run away from the house and to the fence. Lucky for us there is a hole in the fence big enough to get through. Once were past the fence we start running. Even though its night, its still pretty hot out. We keep running and we reach a forest.

SHORT STORY

By: Kayla Hilger

"I look up at the moon and stars, their so pretty."

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