I sat out in the field with my hoe, working the soil around the corn, trying to kill the weeds. I stood up and stretched, looking around to see how far I had yet to go. I had over half the field left to do. And beings I was only one person, it was going to take me a whole week.
Sighing, I got back to work. The thought was a little intimidating to be working in the field for another week. But, seeing as I was a lowly peasent, I had nothing better to do.
Anger boiled up at the thought of my masters, on how they treated me. I was their little play thing that had to do whatever they wanted lest they kill me, which seemed almost a better alternative to working in the fields during the day, and doing whatever the men told me to at night.
I struck the ground with more furry and realized I had dug a hole. Plopping down on the ground in defeat, I shoved the dirt back in with my hands. I saw a strange colored rock half burried in the ground. It was so pretty. I pulled it out and examined it. It was an odd shaped rock, and it felt so smooth. I wondered how I had overlooked that rock every time I worked out here.
I shoved it in the bag with the other much smaller rocks and continued working, though my mind kept retuning to the rock, which I found odd. Why would I care so much about a rock?
That night, I grabbed the bag and headed to the house. I didn't call it home, because homes were supposed to feel, well, homey, and this didn't. I snuck in through the back, hoping I would just be able to go to my room. Luck was not on my side as one of my master's caught me.
"Why are you sneaking?" he sneered at me.
"I wasn't!" I protesed. "I merely want to go to bed early tonight is all."
"You want me to come tuck you in?" he asked seductively.
"God No!" I shifted the weight of the pack and tried to push passed him, but he reached out and caught me arm, his grip like a vice.
"Watch your tone, girl!" he yelled at me. He saw I was clutching the bag and tore it out of my hands. "What you hiding in here?" He pulled out the rock. "A rock? What are you, stupid? ROcks don't belong in the house!" HE went to the door and threw the rock outside.
I could only watch as he did so; i had no say in the matter.
He came back and pushed me down, "Off with you! I can't stand the sight of you!"
I did what I was told happily. I threw myself on my ratted old cot and stared out the window wishing for a better place in life.
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