I did not believe that Alice was gone, so I searched everywhere I could. Alice was not to be found. I felt as if I would have an anxiety attack. She was my best friend and I was so worried about her. When I asked the slaves where she was, then they would just say that she was no longer there and look away with sad faces. It was my evil sister that finally told me what happened. She had an evil smile on her face as she told me that Alice was sold to another plantation. Then my sister looked me in the eye and said that I could only blame myself that Alice was sold
I found Dad and demanded to know why he sold Alice. Dad was surprised that I was asking in this way and not as a polite daughter should. Dad just looked at me and was quiet again. He most likely thought he would answer my question or get mad at me for being impolite. In the end, he told me that Alice had been sold. He considered her a bad influence on me. He did not want his daughter to be a slave-loving person. He had no choice but to sell Alice. My Dad even complained that he did not get the money that she was worth. I was so shocked that I did not even respond. I ran to my room and cried. When my mom or sister wanted to come in, I told them to leave me alone.
I felt so bad that Alice was sold. It seemed so inhumane that another human being could be a commodity that could be sold for cash. Should it not be up to Alice where she wanted to be? How could Dad force her away from her family and the only people that she knew? Alice was just a child and she would now be forced to live the life of an orphan. Dad was ashamed of me for being as he called it a slave lover. I was so ashamed of my family, that they would treat another human in this way. The worse thing was that Dad was her biological Dad. He would never acknowledge this because Alice’s mother was a slave. In reality, Dad sold his own daughter. How he could do this and live with it puzzled me. It showed how primitive this world was.
I had to do something. Once again, I snuck down to the slave camp and found where Alice’s family lived. I knew that they did not want me there. This was a selfish thing that I had to do. Alice’s mother and grandmother were in the shack. I could see that Alice’s mother had been crying. It must have devasted her that her daughter was sold. As a mother, she was most likely worried that she would never see her daughter again. It made me think of what my real mother was going through in 2020. did she notice that I was gone? She would never know it was the magic book that was making me travel through time. She would be worried that something very bad had happened to me.
I did not get a chance to speak with Alice’s family. Dad barged into the shack and demanded to know what I was doing at the slave camp. He did not give me a chance to answer. He asked me how many times he told me not to come here. He then told me that I have used all his patience with me. He dragged me from the shack back to the house. All the time he was shouting about how ashamed he was and how I disgraced the family. He told me that he would now sort me out once and for all.
When we got back, he locked me in my room once again. He warned me that I would be locked in the room until he was sure that I was not a slave lover. I told him to be prepared to keep me locked up for the rest of my life. There was no way that I would consider any slave as property or animal. There is no way I would ever treat anyone as inferior to me because of their skin colour. I told my Dad that it was fine that he was ashamed of me. The truth was that I was ashamed of my family. They did not have respect for other human beings, especially if they had the wrong skin colour. Then I looked dad in the eyes and asked him how he could not be ashamed of himself. I told him that I knew that Alice was his secret daughter. I knew that he had a relationship with a slave. I knew that it was not love. He just used the slave as a toy. He did not take responsibility for Alice and would not even admit that he was her father. I asked him to tell me if it was right that a father sold his own daughter.
Dad went quiet and pale. Then he told me that this showed him that I knew nothing about how the world worked. He told me that Alice could never be his daughter. She was a mistake. She had black blood in her. I was never to mention her again and how she was born. Then he warned me that I would only be let out when I understood God's consent for slavery and the rightful place for slaves in society.
I was once again imprisoned in my bedroom. This time Alice was not here to keep me company. This was my Dad's way of keeping me out of sight. I was bored and it seemed as if time stood still. On top of the punishment of being locked in, Dad decided that I would only be fed bread and water once a day. I tried telling myself that this was not just a punishment, it was also a protest. I would stand by my beliefs and not give in to Dad's beliefs. I knew that the suffering I experienced was nothing compared to the punishment that the slaves experience every day.
It seemed as if I was in that room for an eternity. I figured that I would be there for an eternity. This was not the case. Suddenly there was a lot of shouting outside the house. There were some gunshots and I could hear people shouting in pain. I knew that there was something wrong when a stone came through my window. I was afraid and sat in a corner of the room. I had no clue as to what was going on and this made the situation even worse. I could hear the hell outside coming closer and closer to the house.
My mom and sister came into my room. They were also afraid. My mom told me that the slaves were rioting, They already killed the overseer and my Dad. My mom told us to say our prayers as our lives were also in danger. My sister asked me if I was proud of myself. She thought this was all my fault. I wanted to answer that “you sow what you reap” but was too afraid to open my eyes.
We heard more glass breaking. There were shouts outside that we should burn and go to hell. My mom started to panic. She cried that they were burning the house. There was no hope. If we tried to get out of the house, they would catch us and kill us. If we stayed in the house, then we would die as well.
My room was soon filled with smoke. I could not breathe. The smoke burnt my lungs and made me cough so much, that I was hurting all over. I was on the floor gasping for air. I could see that my mom and sister were just as bad as me. I could feel the life slowly draining from me.
The smoke turned black and I felt the magic of the book working. I was once again teleported out of this world. I found myself standing in a graveyard. A coffin was being lowered into the ground. I wondered where the book sent me this time
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