The Escape

Chapter One: The Life We Didn't Choose

        When the slaves like me go through with our plan to escape from this hell, we will attack the kingdom we are held captive in. The pay is 15 cents a day if we're lucky, we are treated like rats, and we barely eat. What kind of people treat the lower class like that? I know: rich and snobby families. I know because I work for the richest and snobbiest family of them all; they are like royalty in our community. They are the Robsons.

         Everyone treats them like royalty, which they aren't, they're just rich. The Robsons are a family of seven kids, four of them are teenagers, one is seven years old, and the other two are twenty year old twins.

         The twins should have moved out a long time ago, but they refuse to. All the kids depend on us- the workers, the poor, the slaves. There are seven of them and only three of us. 

         I'm so done with working for not enough pay. They should pay us a bit more than 15 cents a day, they should pay us at least 45 cents a day so it is a bit more fair. That's all we asked for but we just got whipped for asking for more pay.

          The worst part about it was that the kids were forced to watch their parents whip us for hours on end. They had to hear our screams. Oh, those poor kids. Why do their parents have to scar them so? It's not fair, not just for us slaves, but for the kids who have to watch us suffer.

           On the night of January 4th, we shall escape through the windows in our rooms. You're probably wondering why we didn't escape a long time ago. We didn't have the tools to break the windows, and we wouldn't be sure that the family wouldn't get through our doors. But we made a plan to use our beds to block our doors and use the families hammer from their toolbox to break the windows. As soon as I blocked the door I heard the father try to get in. When I started hitting the window with the hammer I heard him yell.

           " Hey!" I heard him exclaim " What do you think you're doing you stupid slave."

            I started to climb out of the broken window. I could feel my skin scratch against the sharp and pointed glass. With blood gushing down my arms and legs, I didn't hesitate to run for my life. I saw the other two workers, hanging on the tree by their necks. I have never screamed so loud in my life like I did in that moment. As I look behind me, I see the twin brothers running towards me with shotguns in their hands. I turn away and run, run as fast as humanly possible, not even daring to look back. For I fear they are catching up to me. As I stop at the giant metal gate in my way, the brothers starting shooting their guns with the intent of killing me. They keep missing but every shot gets closer and closer to hitting me. After their eleventh shot, I started climbing this very tall gate.  I didn't dare look down until I got to the very top. As I started climbing down the gate, the brothers open the gate. I jump down and run down the road without stopping to breathe. I was running for what felt like forever. I saw a forest and started running towards it. As soon as I got into the forest, I stopped to breathe. The air seems impossible to breathe. Once I caught my breath, I looked behind me, all I saw was this tall shadow in the distance, walking slowly towards me, I hesitated to make a sound for I feared the twin brothers were close by. I looked around as I slowly walked in the dark all alone.

            I saw this petite cabin in the middle of this forested environment. It's a wooden cabin that looked like it was built centuries ago. It had a deck with two chairs and a table on it. The wood that made up this small cabin was decaying and the windows were so dusty you couldn't see through them. It looked like no one has been here in decades. I walked towards the door, just wishing that this is suitable enough for me to stay here. As I put my hand on the doorknob, it began to shake violently.

            "Hello?" I began to say. "Is anyone there? I'm in need of shelter, as well as food and clothes, for I haven't eaten in days and haven't washed my clothes in a year."

            As soon as I finished my sentence, the door opened wide open. No one was inside that I could see, it was all pitch black. As I walked in this unfamiliar, mysterious place. A strong and recognizable scent caught my attention. All I could smell was apple pie, a scent that reminded me of back home with my mom and brothers. My mom would bake pastries for the city folk as a business. She made a good amount of money from it. Just enough to feed me and my siblings and keep a roof over our heads. She ran her bakery everyday and it attracted tourists as well as city folk. But it wasn't enough money to be considered rich. The only thing she couldn't provide us was education. We lived in that bakery, working there day after day.