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Essay / A haunting escape into birds - 1300
The cold autumn night makes me shiver and tremble. It's 1952 and I'm starting to regret my decision to leave with my family. I never wanted to risk being baggage, but Mom managed to convince me. I hold Mom's hand tightly as she drags me through the forest. After all, I'm only 8 years old. We escape. Escape from unbearable terror. Dad was to be sold to another white man. Another white man as horrible as our master. Our house was a prison. That’s when we all agreed, as a family, to escape. Escape to Canada. We set out with hope and fear into the forest of our lives. We are running away with another family and they have their own reasons that they don't want to say. Regardless, we are all packages. Each blade of grass was a small bayonet pointed firmly at our feet. “Mom, my arms hurt. Can we rest? I ask. “No, not now!” We are still far from Canaan! We will rest when we reach the promised land! Mom answers. “Shh!” Do you hear that? asks our driver. We all stop halfway. We cover our ears. Indeed, there are grunts. Groaning from beyond. Fierce, as if all hell had broken loose on us. Our driver quickly points out a bush behind which we could hide. We quickly rush to the bush. “What the…” Dad puts his hand over my mouth. From that moment on, I knew it was a problem. Our conductor comes out of the bushes. “Hounds,” she said, “Bloodhounds.” I was scared. What if they find us? These dogs can smell anything. I knew it was a bad idea! Now we are going to be whipped and beaten! Help us God! Please don't send us pain! The bloodhounds stop dead as soon as they hit our previous location. The growling grew even louder than before. I can smell the stinking saliva drooling from inside... middle of paper... near the docks. The captain paced back and forth in front of the ship. He seems impatient and worried. “Hey Cap!” Harriet screams breathlessly. We are all panting. “Just the good bundles of wood I was looking for!” The captain waves his right arm as we smile, "To be honest, I thought you were caught, otherwise you wouldn't be so late here Harriet!" Harriet makes a frustrated face, "Don't doubt me there Cap!" “Haha! GOOD! I promise I won't doubt you again, Harriet! » the captain replies: “Come on kids, you’re already late!” » We quickly climb the ramp and board the ship. Harriet stands just behind the railing and waves goodbye to us. Hope shines, a pebble in the darkness. " Thank you so much ! » Adams' family and my family scream and the ship begins to leave the docks. “Canaan, here we come!” I say with enthusiasm because I know the wheels of justice are turning.