The Re-wrote Chapter Of Escaped!

Chapter 1: Slavery

Cassie was a twelve-year-old slave. She hated being a slave, of course. But there was no way of escaping it. Her mother, whose name was Addy, was pregnant. So it it was very hard for her to be a slave. Cassie tried the best she could to help her. She was so very excited for the baby, for she was an only child.

Cassie just hated the burning feeling she always got on her back from the whip. She always dreamed of being free but it never happened.

While her mother worked, she always calasped. She always wished she could rest, but that only meant more whipping.

Cassie felt so bad for her mother. Being a slave while pregnant was such a bad thing. But what could Cassie do? She always wished there was at least something.

The worst Cassie hated to think about was ahen her mother had the baby, she might die. They had nothing to make her feel better, no doctors or nurses, and she was a slave. Caassie triednot to think about it, but she couldn't help it. She hated slavery so much.

That night, Cassie cried. There was nothing she could do but cry. Her mother was about to be dead. She was exausted, cold, and hungry. Every part of her hurt. She couldn't help but burst into a fit of crying. Her mother managed to whisper in a kind, soothing, motherly tone, ""Shh, honey...what's bothering you? Just tell me and I can help you."

"Oh, Mama! You are sure to die! I'm just so exausted! And..and...cold and hungry...everything's just so horried!" Cassie burst out crying.

"Deary, it's okay. Don't say that. Everything's gonna be okay. Shh, alright, alright..."

"No! Everyting's gonna be horrible! And you know that!"

"Now, Cassie..."

"I'm telling you, everyting's gonna be horrible!"

"Cassie! That's enough. If you keep on thinking and worrying about that everything's sue to be horrible. Never give up hope. I know your my strong, girl, Cassie...and, I know that you will be strong even if or when I die. Now stop crying this instant."

"I'm sorry," said Cassie, sniffing, "I just hate slavery Why do people have to be so mean? We don't have to be salves, the just...oh!" her mother heaved a sigh.

"Alright. But I think we both ought to be resting now huh?"

"Yeah." she answered, yawning. Then they both laid their heads on the itchy hay, pulling the blanket over themselves. If anyone asked Cassie what she hated the most, she would answere, "Slavery."