New Story!!!

Here is a new story I just started to write. It is about a girl named Cassie. She is a slave. I really hope you like it! Tell me what you think!

Escaped

By Emily Froula

Chapter 1: The Search

Cassie was twelve-years-old. She was a slave in the land of Kasariah. Whenever she didn’t do her work well enough or stopped working and sat down, they made her eat worms. And it was the same with the rest of the slaves. Cassie hated to be a slave. It seemed that she got whipped every moment of her life to her. She hated that burning feeling she always got from General Rottenmeir’s whip. He was the manager of it all.

The next day, Cassie heard mother cry out, “They don’t notice me not working, do they?”

“No, but why?” Cassie looked worried.

“I’m going to have the baby...” she managed to whisper.

“Oh no! Mother! The only thing I can offer is to try to sneak a bucket of water! Oh dear! Oh, mother! You are sure to die!” Cassie didn’t mean to pop those words out, but somehow she just had to say them.

“Now, now, Cassie. It is alright. You are twelve now. If I die, you are old enough to look after yourself. And hopefully the baby....”

“Don’t say that! You’re not gonna die!” She shouted, clinging to her mother. Now her mother could say no more. She screamed in pain. Cassie wiped her face with a clean towel drenched in water.

“Shh, it’s okay. You’re gonna survive! You can do it! Push!” After a long while of stress, she had the baby.

Her mother’s last words were, “Take good care of the baby. His name is Paul. Good-bye, Cassie.” And she closed her eyes.

“No!” Cassie screamed, “Come on! You can stay alive! Please! Don’t leave me...” Cassie burst out crying, almost throwing a fit.

“Hey, you! Out o’ there! Get back to work!” shouted the manager, pulling Cassie back to the gardens. Cassie held the baby in her arms while he whipped her. She tried not to let the baby get hurt.

That night, Cassie slipped out into the dark woods, hoping no one would catch her trying to find someone to adopt the baby. Cassie knew she would be searching for a very long time indeed. But she would not give up trying to find that person whom she could trust, and was kind, caring, loving, and was old enough to take care of a baby.

At last, she found that person. Her name was Hilda Manstockum. She was indeed very kind. After she had heard Cassie’s story she said kindly, “Oh, my goodness! You poor child! Indeed, I will take the baby! I will look after him every moment of my life, I promise you. But only on one condition: if you let me adopt you also.”

“Oh, I only wish I could, but...you see, I’m a slave. They’ll kill me if I’m not back in two seconds! I am so very sorry. I so wish you could adopt me too. I thank you ever so much for adopting Paul.

“Don’t you mention it. I am so sorry to hear that you are a slave. If only you could escape somehow.”

“I only wish I could, but...there is no way I could.” Cassie felt like crying.

“Well, I suppose you should be going.”

“Yes. Thank you so much again! Good-bye!”

“Goodbye, child!” And Cassie went out into the dark night, back to slavery.