Author's Note: Back to Leah's Point Of View.
I opened my groggy eyes.
I was in my room, sleeping on my bed. I tried getting up. My head began swimming. An acute sting of pain seared through my hip. Wincing, I lied back down.
Just then, I heard footsteps coming towards my room. "Leah! Are you awake?" Andrew's voice resonated in my room.
"Ye..yeah..." I whispered. Andrew ran away.
A few minutes later, I could feel my mother's warm hand on my face, her bony hand running through my course hair. "Oh... Leah... darling... Are you feeling better today? You were knocked out cold for three days, honey..." Mother cooed. "Mr. Roberts and your other teachers want you back in school, dear... Do you think you can go?" she asked.
I looked at Mother. Her face was lined with wrinkles and her brown hair was turning a grayish white. Her cheekbones were more visible and her skin sagged in several places. All because we were Slaves.
Memories of that fateful day replayed in my mind like a tape record. Thomas's room. Master Brite pushing me. Someone's voice. Me becoming unconscious. A perpetual loop.
Looking into Mother's eyes, I nodded.
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Sacrifice
Teen FictionA city that is torn apart into two castes is where Leah Spinnet lives. At school, she met a boy, who was part of the upper caste. Her life was turned upside down when her love for him seemed to endanger her life. Could she still be with him without...
