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Hello, my name is Charles. I live on a 

plantation with eight other slaves. I 

think were in Alabama   but i don't know 

for sure, my owner wont tell us. I got 

sold to Tom Baker when i was only five 

now I'm 22, I've never seen my family 

ever since that. My mothers name was 

Tammy, and my father was her owner. 

I was sold for twenty-six dollars. 

I have a little idea on how my family got 

here. I remember her telling me the story 

on how she was just a little girl living with 

here parent in a village in Africa. When 

they were sleeping they woke up to 

screaming and havoc. White men had 

found their village and were going to 

capture them and bring them to the 

Americas to sell them as slaves. They had 

to walk over twenty miles to the coast of 

Africa to get on a ship to bring them to the 

Americas.  

When my mother was describing being 

on the boat is sounded terrible. She said 

that they were kept under the deck in a 

little space with over forty people. My 

mother told me on how they had little 

food and some people didn't make it to 

the Americas.

That sounds terrible I would never 

want to have to be in that kind of 

situation. We don't have to bad 

here. Charles isn't the meanest 

owner, but hes also not the nicest. 

I'm a house slave with my good 

friend Timothy. The other six slaves 

that work the fields don't like us. They 

always thought that we got treated 

better and told Charles everything.

I've never really said or objected to 

anything charles has told me to do. 

Except, when i was seventeen. I was old 

enough to no what i was doing and i 

knew the punishment of it. I ran away. I 

had been planning it for around two 

months, and one day when i thought i 

had perfect i did it.

I thought my plan was perfect but i 

guest not cause i still here. Every 

Thursday Charles leaves to go to the 

pub to drink. He never came back till he 

was really drunk, and that normally 

took him a while. So one night when he 

when of to town i thought i had to do it 

and it was my only chance.

grabbed Timothy and we ran. It wasn't 

that easy though. There was a white 

man guarding the way out. It seemed 

he wasn't moving and we didn't know 

what he was doing. We waited still no 

movement. After waiting around for five 

minutes Timothy thought of something 

we hid behind a bush and Timothy 

threw a rock still no movement. We 

moved closer and found out he was 

sleeping.

 We weren't done yet though. We still 

had to escape to one of the North states 

that was going to be a Challenge. We 

travel 7 miles that light then we slept. 

We didn't sleep go it was on wet grass 

and used sticks for pillows. So it wasn't 

very comfortable. So when we woke up 

we took a look around. We didn't find 

anyone so we kept going. 

it was getting dark when we came 

across the bigger town. There was a big 

sign that said Leeds, Alabama. We 

didn't know where that was but we 

knew which way north was so we 

quietly walked around the town. That's 

when i saw a poster with a picture of 

me an Timothy. It said wanted alive 

reward 25$. You could tell by the look 

on Timothy's face that he was scared.

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